Zartari
(#20390049)
Level 1 Guardian
Familiar
Scorchpaw Prowler
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Energy: 0/50
This dragon’s natural inborn element is Light.
Female Guardian
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Personal Style
Apparel
Skin
Scene
Measurements
Length
18 m
Wingspan
12.81 m
Weight
9362.35 kg
Genetics
Sunshine
Crystal
Crystal
Soil
Facet
Facet
Banana
Glimmer
Glimmer
Hatchday
Breed
Eye Type
Level 1 Guardian
EXP: 0 / 245
STR
7
AGI
6
DEF
8
QCK
5
INT
5
VIT
8
MND
6
Lineage
Parents
Offspring
Biography
Lore incoming…
Stubborn as she is proud, she is an exelant warrior. While not as much of a snob as she could be, after all, being a light dragon amongst a predominately Lightning Clan, she has humbled herself. There is a great power within technology, and enchanted technology at that. History serves to teach but cannot truly prepare you for the trials and predicaments experiments and inventions throw at you. Mother of Lorsan, born on a leap within the Calendar's year, she is deeply proud of her son. He, as his mother, embraces both the duality of cunning and force, science and history, a gentle claw to guide and where to pull rank if needed.
At first she had no opinion of his chosen mate, the young Nocturne who bore nearly his same colors. Until the Demuta-Plague struck their clan. Suddenly normal dragons, with the slight magical tendency to be able to alter their size or minor appearance suddenly were caught amongst the tide of biological rewrites. Some took on aspects of their true selves, Gabriel and Anael only half anchored to Sorneth, their mortal bodies—perhaps because they were imperials—serving as vessels to an unknown creature. Others in the clan began taking on the looks an behaviors of their familiars or surroundings, even their beloved healer, Glaciem began to crystallize, his wings now too heavy for flight and constantly stiffened at the joints. But, perhaps the most worrisome to her was ShaRi, the Nocturne her bullheaded son loved. Slowly but surely, she sprouted feathers, organic in nature and clearly apart of her, their thickness waxing and waning depending on the lunar cycle. It might have been s stretch to call what effected her as full blown Lycanthropy, since others who wore wolf pelts suffered no ill effects. Though it did cause her worry, for what was really within the heart of the Golden Nocturne if she changed shape with the moons and those effected by the plague had their most inner instincts drawn out of them?
Stubborn as she is proud, she is an exelant warrior. While not as much of a snob as she could be, after all, being a light dragon amongst a predominately Lightning Clan, she has humbled herself. There is a great power within technology, and enchanted technology at that. History serves to teach but cannot truly prepare you for the trials and predicaments experiments and inventions throw at you. Mother of Lorsan, born on a leap within the Calendar's year, she is deeply proud of her son. He, as his mother, embraces both the duality of cunning and force, science and history, a gentle claw to guide and where to pull rank if needed.
At first she had no opinion of his chosen mate, the young Nocturne who bore nearly his same colors. Until the Demuta-Plague struck their clan. Suddenly normal dragons, with the slight magical tendency to be able to alter their size or minor appearance suddenly were caught amongst the tide of biological rewrites. Some took on aspects of their true selves, Gabriel and Anael only half anchored to Sorneth, their mortal bodies—perhaps because they were imperials—serving as vessels to an unknown creature. Others in the clan began taking on the looks an behaviors of their familiars or surroundings, even their beloved healer, Glaciem began to crystallize, his wings now too heavy for flight and constantly stiffened at the joints. But, perhaps the most worrisome to her was ShaRi, the Nocturne her bullheaded son loved. Slowly but surely, she sprouted feathers, organic in nature and clearly apart of her, their thickness waxing and waning depending on the lunar cycle. It might have been s stretch to call what effected her as full blown Lycanthropy, since others who wore wolf pelts suffered no ill effects. Though it did cause her worry, for what was really within the heart of the Golden Nocturne if she changed shape with the moons and those effected by the plague had their most inner instincts drawn out of them?
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