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Sobarynik

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The Toymaker
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This dragon’s natural inborn element is Shadow.
Male Imperial
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Personal Style

Apparel

Teardrop Citrine Armlet
Celadon Fillet
Ghost Flame Tail Jewel
Ghost Flame Candles
Paper Guardian Masque

Skin

Accent: Warden's Coat

Scene

Measurements

Length
25.71 m
Wingspan
14.69 m
Weight
8799.52 kg

Genetics

Primary Gene
White
Iridescent
White
Iridescent
Secondary Gene
White
Toxin
White
Toxin
Tertiary Gene
Blue
Thylacine
Blue
Thylacine

Hatchday

Hatchday
Jan 08, 2016
(8 years)

Breed

Breed
Adult
Imperial

Eye Type

Eye Type
Shadow
Common
Level 1 Imperial
EXP: 0 / 245
Scratch
Shred
STR
6
AGI
6
DEF
6
QCK
5
INT
8
VIT
8
MND
6

Biography

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Sobarynik
Toymaker
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There aren't many shadow-borns in Ista, relatively speaking. Sensible Taralm maps out the world, while Aquillin conjures new ones; Salzivar monitors shield volcanoes, and gives warning across the Sea before they erupt; Raysune brings light to the depths, as distant from the Shadowbinder as you could possibly wish to see, and Vela wards the clan with her visions and guidance. Each has a role, a secure place in the clan.

SSobarynik had no such ideas of grandeur when he stumbled, bleary and dazed, into the water and slid into the murky depths. He liked it beneath the waves. It was cool, but not too cold, and magic hung as heavily on the tide as it had in the Tangled Wood. It felt familiar, safe, and reminded him of the home that no longer was.

He liked his new clanmates, too; eccentric and friendly, they seemed to have every faith that, with a little effort, he'd find his calling with them. But how was he supposed to choose? It seemed that everything worthwhile was already being done. Adhara suggested he could help with the hunting, but one look at his face and she changed her mind. Lorrigan offered to teach him how to gather, but vanished between one word and the next, leaving Ryn to find his own way back to the lair.

He spent some time helping Rana with the hatchlings, letting them climb over him and slide down his back, and for a while that was fulfilling enough, but it didn't really feel right. He felt unfinished, caught between one reality and the next, constantly waiting for some apparently divine inspiration, a perfect fit.

One night, in his anguish, he must have said something aloud, because a rumbling voice behind him said,

"It doesn't work like that."

He spun around to find Tarel settling into a corner of the lair, and willed his heart to stop beating so fast. He hadn't even heard the big imperial coming. He'd never spoken to him before, though he'd seen the great black form slip in and out of the lair plenty of times already, never staying long.

"It... It doesn't... How does it work, then?"

Tarel folded his claws across his forearms and regarded him, coolly. In the darkness of the deep lair, his red eyes seemed to glow, and Ryn felt himself shift backwards, just a step.

"There's no lightning bolt. You don't wake up one morning and just know. You fall into it, one way or another, whatever it is."

"That's not... that's not what the others said."

Tarel snorted.

"They're not like you."

He could have meant anything, really. 'They're not restless', perhaps, or 'they always wanted to be exactly where they are', but somehow he knew, deep in his bones, that those glowing red eyes knew who he was, and what he was running from. Tarel had seen the stain of it in his skin, and suddenly the cave was so very small. Too small.

He thought about running, darting past the bigger dragon and up the passage out into the Sea, but Tarel... Tarel was smiling. It was a crooked, twisted expression, but undeniably a smile, and Ryn felt some part of himself relax.

"...Will you tell them?"

"No. That's for you, perhaps."

"What should I do?"

Tarel flicked his tail again.

"Well," he said, at length, and it was almost a purr, "you can bury it, or you can use it.

"Choose."


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"He brings joy to children with the toys he creates, but he himself is merely the plaything of the fates."Queen Phira's Prophecy for Sobarynik (supplied by Kassiel)

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