Mudflat
(#21904043)
Level 5 Guardian
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Energy: 50/50
This dragon’s natural inborn element is Water.
Male Guardian
This dragon is hibernating.
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Personal Style
Apparel
Skin
Scene
Measurements
Length
17.6 m
Wingspan
21.45 m
Weight
11727.37 kg
Genetics
Sand
Basic
Basic
Ivory
Basic
Basic
Grey
Basic
Basic
Hatchday
Breed
Eye Type
Level 5 Guardian
EXP: 1017 / 5545
STR
12
AGI
11
DEF
13
QCK
10
INT
10
VIT
13
MND
11
Biography
{Quote is a w.i.p.}
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Mudflat, Part 1, Volume I
???
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Continued from Vixen Part 1
Dragons passed through the main foyer and hallways. As they engaged in talking about how their day has been, and asked how their friends’ were going. A few broke out in uncontrolled laughter as others ducked to avoid bursts of water that shot from the paws of two black Spirals chasing each other. When they breezed by one unfortunate Fae, she was spun around in circles and her green eyes rolled around after she steadied herself. More laughter erupted from everydrake around her.
Chatter from every dragon soon turned into whispers, however, as they caught sight of a white and black shape striding in their direction, a scowl on his pale face. He held his head high as he walked, though he didn’t meet anydrake’s gaze, and for that, every single dragon released a small sigh of relief when they realized he was passing them. A few could swear they heard what sounded like silent thunder rumbling as he did.
Dewlap stared straight ahead as he marched down the hall, his dark brows furrowed, his pale eyes hard. When a gold Mirror caught up with him, the Nocturne hissed before he gave her a chance to speak. “Not now, April.”
The Mirror halted in her tracks. Aprilfish could only gaze after the Nocturne as he strode away.
When Dewlap reached his destination, he raised a single paw, but he paused for a moment. Standing straighter, he rapped on the tall wooden door before him thrice.
“Can’t this wait?” a voice barked from the other side.
“No,” a curt reply escaped Dewlap.
There was silence from behind the door for a few moments, and then Dewlap could hear heavy footfalls stomping towards him. The Nocturne’s heart beat wildly, but he remained still.
When the door clicked unlocked and groaned as it was opened, a large brown and bearded face looked down at the Nocturne. “Well, well,” Mudflat began, “never would I have thought that the great drake himself would want to see me.”
“Sir Mudflat, I need to speak with you.”
“Is there some kind of trouble?”
“It concerns—” Dewlap paused when he heard murmurs from a few doors down. When he turned his head, every other dragon had already looked away and shut their jaws.
“Perhaps we could have our discussion in private,” the Guardian suggested. Mud gestured with one paw and stepped aside to invite the Nocturne into his enormous room. When his guest stepped inside, Mudflat closed and locked the door behind him. Pressing one claw on the door, a dark seal appeared and began bubbling and soon hardened to cover each space. “Please have a seat,” he rumbled as he headed towards a large wooden desk at the far wall. He stopped when he saw Dewlap glance up and down at an empty chair, and the Guardian cracked a smile. “May I?”
Dewlap closed his eyes. Lowering both arms, his palms facing the floor, he pushed at the air beneath him and he gently floated up, landing directly in the centre his chosen chair. “I think I’ve got it,” he returned a grin.
Mud chuckled and sat in his own seat behind the desk. “So, Dewey, is it?”
Grimacing, the Nocturne replied, “Dewlap.”
“That’s right,” Mud said as he folded his paws across the top of the desk. “What was it you wanted to tell me?” He leaned forward, a little too close for Dewlap’s comfort.
Swallowing, the Nocturne retained his straight posture. “I just couldn’t help but look back at the day I’d brought Rocky back, when a dragon like Vixen was given permission to answer the doors.”
“Permission?” Mudflat scoffed. “We don’t allow dragons of her rank to let anydrake in.”
“Then why did she? Even though your parents and Aerico were there when we arrived.”
Mud shrugged half-heartedly. “Maybe she finally felt like helping out.”
“That’s not the point.”
“Please, do continue.”
“She’s not a guard, a warrior, or either of those in training. Vixen—or any other dragon who isn’t a warrior or guard shouldn’t be the one to let us in. If it had been anydrake else other than Rocky and I—somedrake dangerous—they could easily get hurt.” Dewlap’s voice had shook when he finished, but he hoped the Guardian wouldn’t notice.
Mudflat sat in silence for a couple of moments before he responded. “I see.” He leaned back. “It’s just that everydrake was so...distraught when Rocky had gotten himself lost out in that storm, and my father and I had thought that sending every warrior would bring him home sooner, and mend all of the heartache.” His blue eyes wandered from the wizard before him.
Dewlap sighed. “I understand your worry for him. He is your brother, after all. And I don’t mean any disrespect when I say this, but it was a poor choice to leave the entrances unguarded.”
Mud directed his gaze back to the Nocturne. “Is there anything else?”
Dewlap silently considered whether to share what he’d learned from speaking with Vixen or not. He decided to choose the former. “Yes. I was also talking with Vixen just before coming to see you. She’d mentioned answering the door one night, several years ago, and the night shift wasn’t there. Do you know where they were at the time?”
Mud’s dark eyes narrowed, and his voice hardened. “I did,” he admitted. “The clan had been having some trouble with...another dragon who likes to hang around the forest just beyond this castle. I’d ordered Bogatyr to take Urdin and hunt down what we call a soul sucker.” The brown dragon leaned forward once more. “Ever heard of them?”
Dewlap’s brows furrowed slightly and he glanced away, but he didn’t respond.
The Guardian continued. “I’m sure you would have, I am aware of you being a travelling dragon, so you might’ve heard other dragons speak of those demons.”
“I have.”
“But there is one in particular who’s managed to evade those two and sneak back to the castle. I was here, waiting for that scum to show up so I could finally get my paws on them. I don’t know how long I’d waited, but just when I reached the back doors and search for him myself, I heard somedrake knocking at the front, and that’s when I turned to see Vixen, heading towards...them.” Mudflat sighed. “There’s a reason why we give them that name. Though they don’t physically take the souls of other dragons, whoever meets their eyes directly...changes...as if they’re a completely different dragon.” His blue eyes closed for a couple of seconds before he opened them slowly. “I wouldn’t’ve expected you to know this, but she...used to be such a caring drake. But ever since her mind had been invaded by that monster...I tried to reach her before she opened the door, but I was too late. I pulled her out of the way so that I could remove her gaze from theirs and capture them, but when I turned, they were already gone.”
Dewlap didn’t say anything for several moments. When he found his voice, the Nocturne spoke quietly. “You must care a lot for her.”
A small smile escaped Mud. “Of course. I was the one who found her when she was still inside her egg, all those years ago, just drifting in the waves as I flew overhead. She’d hatched shortly after I brought her into the clan. We soon became fast friends, but since I’m a son of a king, my father had me spend most of my time training to be a warrior. I agreed so that I could protect and serve the clan, including Vixen. As time went by, however, we’d drifted further apart, but I still care for her, you’re right. And ever since that beast invited themselves into her head, I vowed to catch that monster and make them pay for what they did.”
Dewlap could only stare straight ahead, at the Guardian’s shaking paws that were still folded across the top of the large desk. He blinked twice when Mud continued.
“And when Rocky had gotten himself lost out in that storm, I panicked and sent every warrior and guard to find him, assuming the worst that his mind would be invaded, as well.”
Dewlap swallowed. “I understand. You just didn’t want the same thing to happen to your youngest brother after it had already happened to..." He trailed off, not daring to finish.
Mudflat exhaled slowly. “But I’m relieved to know that it was you, instead,” he smiled, “who found him.”
Dewlap returned a crooked smile. “Yes, I...it would’ve been terrible if a soul searcher had gotten to Rocky, as well.”
Mudflat froze.
Dewlap froze.
“What did you say?” the Guardian asked, leaning in closer.
“Soul sucker!” Dewlap suddenly exclaimed, causing Mud to lean back quickly. The Nocturne lowered his voice. “I meant to say...soul sucker.” Chuckling, he continued. “Trust me, when you get old, you tend to get some words mixed up.”
Mud stared at the white dragon. “Certainly.”
“Well,” Dewlap said, “I think that’s all I needed to know. Thank you for sparing some of your time for me.” The Nocturne leaped down from the tall chair as Mudflat stood from his.
“Of course, Mister Dewlap.” Mud began stomping to the door, his footfalls shaking the floor beneath Dewlap, and pressing a single claw to the seal that covered the space underneath, above and beside the door, the dark globs melted away and vanished. He glanced down at Dewlap. “My father taught me that one. Nodrake heard us.” When he unlocked and opened the door, he stepped back when several dragons had crashed to the floor in a pile at his feet.
“How about now?” a golden Mirror asked from the bottom. The grey Mirror beside her smiled toothily.
Mudflat, Part 1, Volume I
???
~
Continued from Vixen Part 1
Dragons passed through the main foyer and hallways. As they engaged in talking about how their day has been, and asked how their friends’ were going. A few broke out in uncontrolled laughter as others ducked to avoid bursts of water that shot from the paws of two black Spirals chasing each other. When they breezed by one unfortunate Fae, she was spun around in circles and her green eyes rolled around after she steadied herself. More laughter erupted from everydrake around her.
Chatter from every dragon soon turned into whispers, however, as they caught sight of a white and black shape striding in their direction, a scowl on his pale face. He held his head high as he walked, though he didn’t meet anydrake’s gaze, and for that, every single dragon released a small sigh of relief when they realized he was passing them. A few could swear they heard what sounded like silent thunder rumbling as he did.
Dewlap stared straight ahead as he marched down the hall, his dark brows furrowed, his pale eyes hard. When a gold Mirror caught up with him, the Nocturne hissed before he gave her a chance to speak. “Not now, April.”
The Mirror halted in her tracks. Aprilfish could only gaze after the Nocturne as he strode away.
When Dewlap reached his destination, he raised a single paw, but he paused for a moment. Standing straighter, he rapped on the tall wooden door before him thrice.
“Can’t this wait?” a voice barked from the other side.
“No,” a curt reply escaped Dewlap.
There was silence from behind the door for a few moments, and then Dewlap could hear heavy footfalls stomping towards him. The Nocturne’s heart beat wildly, but he remained still.
When the door clicked unlocked and groaned as it was opened, a large brown and bearded face looked down at the Nocturne. “Well, well,” Mudflat began, “never would I have thought that the great drake himself would want to see me.”
“Sir Mudflat, I need to speak with you.”
“Is there some kind of trouble?”
“It concerns—” Dewlap paused when he heard murmurs from a few doors down. When he turned his head, every other dragon had already looked away and shut their jaws.
“Perhaps we could have our discussion in private,” the Guardian suggested. Mud gestured with one paw and stepped aside to invite the Nocturne into his enormous room. When his guest stepped inside, Mudflat closed and locked the door behind him. Pressing one claw on the door, a dark seal appeared and began bubbling and soon hardened to cover each space. “Please have a seat,” he rumbled as he headed towards a large wooden desk at the far wall. He stopped when he saw Dewlap glance up and down at an empty chair, and the Guardian cracked a smile. “May I?”
Dewlap closed his eyes. Lowering both arms, his palms facing the floor, he pushed at the air beneath him and he gently floated up, landing directly in the centre his chosen chair. “I think I’ve got it,” he returned a grin.
Mud chuckled and sat in his own seat behind the desk. “So, Dewey, is it?”
Grimacing, the Nocturne replied, “Dewlap.”
“That’s right,” Mud said as he folded his paws across the top of the desk. “What was it you wanted to tell me?” He leaned forward, a little too close for Dewlap’s comfort.
Swallowing, the Nocturne retained his straight posture. “I just couldn’t help but look back at the day I’d brought Rocky back, when a dragon like Vixen was given permission to answer the doors.”
“Permission?” Mudflat scoffed. “We don’t allow dragons of her rank to let anydrake in.”
“Then why did she? Even though your parents and Aerico were there when we arrived.”
Mud shrugged half-heartedly. “Maybe she finally felt like helping out.”
“That’s not the point.”
“Please, do continue.”
“She’s not a guard, a warrior, or either of those in training. Vixen—or any other dragon who isn’t a warrior or guard shouldn’t be the one to let us in. If it had been anydrake else other than Rocky and I—somedrake dangerous—they could easily get hurt.” Dewlap’s voice had shook when he finished, but he hoped the Guardian wouldn’t notice.
Mudflat sat in silence for a couple of moments before he responded. “I see.” He leaned back. “It’s just that everydrake was so...distraught when Rocky had gotten himself lost out in that storm, and my father and I had thought that sending every warrior would bring him home sooner, and mend all of the heartache.” His blue eyes wandered from the wizard before him.
Dewlap sighed. “I understand your worry for him. He is your brother, after all. And I don’t mean any disrespect when I say this, but it was a poor choice to leave the entrances unguarded.”
Mud directed his gaze back to the Nocturne. “Is there anything else?”
Dewlap silently considered whether to share what he’d learned from speaking with Vixen or not. He decided to choose the former. “Yes. I was also talking with Vixen just before coming to see you. She’d mentioned answering the door one night, several years ago, and the night shift wasn’t there. Do you know where they were at the time?”
Mud’s dark eyes narrowed, and his voice hardened. “I did,” he admitted. “The clan had been having some trouble with...another dragon who likes to hang around the forest just beyond this castle. I’d ordered Bogatyr to take Urdin and hunt down what we call a soul sucker.” The brown dragon leaned forward once more. “Ever heard of them?”
Dewlap’s brows furrowed slightly and he glanced away, but he didn’t respond.
The Guardian continued. “I’m sure you would have, I am aware of you being a travelling dragon, so you might’ve heard other dragons speak of those demons.”
“I have.”
“But there is one in particular who’s managed to evade those two and sneak back to the castle. I was here, waiting for that scum to show up so I could finally get my paws on them. I don’t know how long I’d waited, but just when I reached the back doors and search for him myself, I heard somedrake knocking at the front, and that’s when I turned to see Vixen, heading towards...them.” Mudflat sighed. “There’s a reason why we give them that name. Though they don’t physically take the souls of other dragons, whoever meets their eyes directly...changes...as if they’re a completely different dragon.” His blue eyes closed for a couple of seconds before he opened them slowly. “I wouldn’t’ve expected you to know this, but she...used to be such a caring drake. But ever since her mind had been invaded by that monster...I tried to reach her before she opened the door, but I was too late. I pulled her out of the way so that I could remove her gaze from theirs and capture them, but when I turned, they were already gone.”
Dewlap didn’t say anything for several moments. When he found his voice, the Nocturne spoke quietly. “You must care a lot for her.”
A small smile escaped Mud. “Of course. I was the one who found her when she was still inside her egg, all those years ago, just drifting in the waves as I flew overhead. She’d hatched shortly after I brought her into the clan. We soon became fast friends, but since I’m a son of a king, my father had me spend most of my time training to be a warrior. I agreed so that I could protect and serve the clan, including Vixen. As time went by, however, we’d drifted further apart, but I still care for her, you’re right. And ever since that beast invited themselves into her head, I vowed to catch that monster and make them pay for what they did.”
Dewlap could only stare straight ahead, at the Guardian’s shaking paws that were still folded across the top of the large desk. He blinked twice when Mud continued.
“And when Rocky had gotten himself lost out in that storm, I panicked and sent every warrior and guard to find him, assuming the worst that his mind would be invaded, as well.”
Dewlap swallowed. “I understand. You just didn’t want the same thing to happen to your youngest brother after it had already happened to..." He trailed off, not daring to finish.
Mudflat exhaled slowly. “But I’m relieved to know that it was you, instead,” he smiled, “who found him.”
Dewlap returned a crooked smile. “Yes, I...it would’ve been terrible if a soul searcher had gotten to Rocky, as well.”
Mudflat froze.
Dewlap froze.
“What did you say?” the Guardian asked, leaning in closer.
“Soul sucker!” Dewlap suddenly exclaimed, causing Mud to lean back quickly. The Nocturne lowered his voice. “I meant to say...soul sucker.” Chuckling, he continued. “Trust me, when you get old, you tend to get some words mixed up.”
Mud stared at the white dragon. “Certainly.”
“Well,” Dewlap said, “I think that’s all I needed to know. Thank you for sparing some of your time for me.” The Nocturne leaped down from the tall chair as Mudflat stood from his.
“Of course, Mister Dewlap.” Mud began stomping to the door, his footfalls shaking the floor beneath Dewlap, and pressing a single claw to the seal that covered the space underneath, above and beside the door, the dark globs melted away and vanished. He glanced down at Dewlap. “My father taught me that one. Nodrake heard us.” When he unlocked and opened the door, he stepped back when several dragons had crashed to the floor in a pile at his feet.
“How about now?” a golden Mirror asked from the bottom. The grey Mirror beside her smiled toothily.
Continued in Trove Part 1
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