Leto
(#20008712)
Level 4 Tundra
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Energy: 50/50
This dragon’s natural inborn element is Plague.
Female Tundra
This dragon is hibernating.
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Personal Style
Apparel
Skin
Scene
Measurements
Length
3.71 m
Wingspan
3.93 m
Weight
303.83 kg
Genetics
Obsidian
Clown
Clown
Thistle
Butterfly
Butterfly
Midnight
Underbelly
Underbelly
Hatchday
Breed
Eye Type
Level 4 Tundra
EXP: 2527 / 4027
STR
7
AGI
6
DEF
11
QCK
5
INT
14
VIT
8
MND
11
Biography
Quote:
Bio by Shanncrafter, original owner and breeder:
She guards the Plane with her life; it is her sworn duty, and, like the hundreds of Realmwalkers before her, she will do it till her dying breath.
This is why she puts up walls, refusing to believe that she can trust, or believe, or love. She cannot afford to hurt the ones she cares about, so she pushes away all those who try to help.
Her armour is made up of sharp remarks and stinging comments, and she does not allow her feelings to peek through the gaps.
She may have found peace, but that does not mean that she will let her guard down.
The world is a dangerous place.
And she is ready to face it.
She guards the Plane with her life; it is her sworn duty, and, like the hundreds of Realmwalkers before her, she will do it till her dying breath.
This is why she puts up walls, refusing to believe that she can trust, or believe, or love. She cannot afford to hurt the ones she cares about, so she pushes away all those who try to help.
Her armour is made up of sharp remarks and stinging comments, and she does not allow her feelings to peek through the gaps.
She may have found peace, but that does not mean that she will let her guard down.
The world is a dangerous place.
And she is ready to face it.
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Leto
Primary Role
Lair resident / Storyteller /Realmwalker guardian Tears falling for her The one that completed me I miss you, my twin (A Poem by Lightshadow101) Leto was never a traveler by heart or choice. An endless restlessness born from years of travels has consumed her, leaving her to push others away in an endless fight to not get too attached, to not have anything that could be taken. She has never told anyone in the lair why she left the Plague lands, or why her travels led her all over the flights and through many lairs. One thing is sure though, whatever happened on those journeys has left her harsh and cold, with an icy stare that can scare away even the bravest hatchling. She cares little about socializing, growls at anyone who tries to talk with her, and yet she was accepted into the clan with no questions. Funny looks yes, and sometimes even pitying stares, but she held her ground, refusing to let her guard down, and refusing to leave her nesting area. She hides herself away in the shadows of the cave, only allowing others near when they are needed, or when she feed. Many has tried to get to know her, but met a wall of angry snarls, that soon left them fleeing her spot with a scared, but determined look in their eyes. So far, the only dragon that has been able to close to her has been Skoll, the dark imperial, whom took her in with a silent glare and a snort as they were forced to share nest space. The angry glares and silent treatments soon went into an understanding and respectful silence, that left them both with a trusted friend to search comfort from.
--addition by Catkinstarchild:
Finally, time came for her to move on once again, and this time she found rest in a lair of light; this gathering of Sun Soul clansmen and another Nature clan (The Oakheart Clan, newly formed) led by a rambunctious Tundra, Bard and his motley group of old souls. Maegelcarwen and Catkinstarchild's sister-clans often had meetings and exchanges, where matches were made and friendships forged. A note arrived, carried by a flustered-looking Goldentop who popped into existence almost definitely accidentally right on top of a spun sugar-iced cake, to say that the Faerie clan of Aryana would be running quite late, but to save them dessert. Goldentop, the vibrant golden and mischievous fae, then siezed the entire cake- almost larger than herself- bore it effortfully aloft with vigorous wingbeats, grinned broadly then winked into nothingness again, leaving only a puff of sparkling golden smoke.Leto snorted derisively, and the assembled looked up with startlement; none had seen the Tundra approach, so silently and unobtrusively had she insinuated herself between when she had Walked her way here. There was a bristling of uncertainty and some outright aggression at the stranger- she snarled back, and watched with satisfaction and only the minutest guilt as hatchlings scrambled into their mothers' arms and hid behind their fathers in the face of her ferocity. "Can we help you, Realmswalker?" An elderly Imperial stood with some effort, and bowed using the appropriate recognition signs, she noted with a slight flush of pride. She deserved the respect, after all; it was her birthright. She glared around her though, momentarily lost for words. She hadn't expected this openness. This welcoming sensation- perhaps it was the Light lands, getting to her, she thought sourly. All this positivity and the ridiculous amount of golden Skydancers gleaming like angels on high was dazzling her and addling her senses. She wasn't welcome here. She wasn't welcome anywhere. Not anymore. "You can't help me." She scorned, tossing her mane and glaring until she broke the stares. "That depends," The kindly brown tundra plucked his lute strings idly, studying her with a thoughtful expression. "Who are you looking for?" Her blood ran cold, and she fixed the amiable male with a stare that would have turned a lesser dragon to stone. "How," She enunciated slowly and coldly; "Did you know I was looking for someone?" The tundra laughed, the sound rich as mahogany soaked in red wine. She pulled a face at him, unable to sustain the glare in the face of such melting warmth. "Believe me, I've seen that look before. Many of us have borne it ourselves, some of us still do. But we're experts at finding people, here. Plenty of the lost wash up on our shores, sooner or later." He laid a hand on her arm- she flinched, but didn't shy away- the contact was strangely soothing, oddly comforting- she had a flash of wondering how many years it had been since she'd last been touched. "Let us help you. Tell me your story, Thistleblossom." "What did you just call me?!" She meant it to come out more fiercely, but a laugh shook her voice and curled the edge of her lips as she said it, despite herself. "Thistleblossom. You're beautiful, but damn if you're not as prickly as a thistle. Woe betide anyone who gets too close, isn't that right? But put away your thorns- we're all friends here. Now," He led her gently to a seat close by the fire, which she relaxed into gratefully- the cushions and the warmth from the still-hot sunkissed sands of the Light came as welcome balms to her bones still aching from the cold of the planes. "Tell me your story." In the Clan of Rattling Bone (shanncrafter), the dragons Tyche and Thanatos were both Realmwalkers, travelling between Sorineth and the spirit realms for the good of the clan. They performed protective rituals and ceremonies to appease the unquiet dead of the Plague lands, and to protect the weaker clansmen from the seeping contagion. They hatched a particularly large egg in one clutch, which revealed twins- tails coiled around each other in their sleep. They were inseparable, so much so that they were not even named while they were young; they took to Realmwalking as though born on the spirit plane, and switched in and out of physical existence as easy as blinking. They took greater and greater risks in the shadow planes however; daring one another as twins do- to push that bit farther, to jump that bit further- to climb that bit higher. They strayed far beyond normal limits, became entangled in the dread Shade's traps set for unwary wanderers in the edges of his undead realm. Blinded and lost, they were separated- one of the twins found her way back towards lightening sky, tearing herself bodily from the clutches of hungry shadows. She looked back even as she ran, desperately searching the blackness- she heard a strangled cry that tore her heart in two, and fell forwards in terror as she broke through the spirit realm back into Sornieth, and into her mother's waiting arms. "Where is your sister?" She asked the young dragon, who gave no response but to curl up tighter into a ball around the core of misery which burned inside her. As a Plagueborn, she could not even shed tears- her red eyes glowed however, brimming with impossible sorrow. She barely spoke another word after that day. The clans folk named her Leto; the 'hidden one', the 'forgotten' one, always easily overlooked. She resented the presence of her other siblings, resented the hatchlings' innocent happiness and hated the risks they took. After snarling ferociously at one particularly foolhardy day-old, the clansmothers had a meeting and decided she would have to leave. They had no time to impart their decision however; at the first inkling of resentment Leto had already slipped away, travelling fast on long-forgotten spirit trails. About to throw herself into the abyss at the heart of the Shade's realm, Leto found herself hesitating. Something tugged at the back of her mind; like an echo of a memory- her sister's voice. Far-off, but there. alive. Alive. and that thought set her mind aflame. It drove her to search, in this realm and the spirit one, from one clan to the next. One day, she was certain- one day, she would find her twin. She would find her second half and be whole again. At some point in the evening, though she'd be hard-pressed to tell when, Leto fell asleep amidst the humm of happy and well-fed dragons and the soft lullabies crooned by the benevolent Bard, hands always moving across the strings, eyes half-closed almost as though he were playing in his sleep. She dreamed of the Planes. Dreamed of standing where she had stood, looking back, for her lost twin- standing above the abyss of the Great Shade, and she called once again, as she always did- "Where are you? Why did you leave me? Where ARE you?" This time, though, a light creaked open above her, through the rock and the shadow and the impossible starless sky of the spirit plane- she was bathed in warmth; a breeze rushed across her face, and took away her power of speech with the sudden, overwhelming familiarity of it. "I'm with you." The whisper reassured her, and a breeze ruffled her fur as warm as an embrace. "I'm always with you. I never left. I was just waiting till you really needed it- and now I've brought you home." She woke up with tears on her face, and Bard's knowing expression as he regarded her from his nook at the foot of a tree. The others were all fast asleep, perhaps facing their own demons and angels in their dreams. He leant down and took her unresisting hand, and placed a soft kiss on it, as gallant as a gentleman, as reassuring as an embrace. "You found her, then. And she found you. I'm glad." Perinfinite from What Would The Dragon Above You Hoard? wrote:
I EXCEL AT MAKING EDGY THINGS CUTE LET'S GO
I imagine she would hoard standard edgy dark things like, I don't know, skulls, ancient tomes, candles or raven feathers, that sort of thing. You know, all the stuff you see in her outfit and some. But I imagine her softer side would include her hoarding pieces of soft cloth or ribbons of dark shades of maybe even small baby carnivorous plants?! This is from her appearance solely, but I can just see her having a collection of small Venus flytraps and sundews and the like and then she just takes care of them and feeds them insects and everything... dragonlady1803 from Take A Tundra wrote:
Leto captured my heart as soon as I saw her! since I have a thing for bird skull helmet wearing tundras and she fits that perfectly.
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