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Anami

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Level 1 Tundra

Familiar

Enchanting Goblin

Energy: 0/50

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Battle Stats

Measurements

Length

2.43 m

Wingspan

3.27 m

Weight

219.77 kg

Genetics

Shadow
Cherub

Navy
Shimmer

Lavender
Spines

Hatchday

Mar 17, 2016
(8 years)

Breed

Adult
Tundra

Eye Type

Arcane
Common

Level 1 Tundra

EXP: 0 / 245

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Biography

Anami

"Gaze up at the stars and you will find the answers you seek."

I am among the last of my parent's children that will be born without genes. It should be a blessing, should it not? My parents buying genes for themselves is a sign that the clan is prospering in a way it has not in the past. I should be happy for them! I should be elated that my birth clan is prospering when I know we often struggle to carry on when we frequent the Dragon Market to purchase new familiars for us to care for, or bring home a new dragon that will help our clan in some way. New genes are something my parents have wanted since they truly realized no matter how lovely they believed their children were, most of us would seek exaltion since we could not find clans that would take us in. No one wanted a drake or dragoness whose hide was not adorned with the magic that the Arcane Scholars and the Lightning Interns could produce together.

Yet, being among the last born without the privilege of genes is special, is it not? It marks a time when we were accepted as we are. Without our colors altered into a pattern that was not natural for our kind, without magic to change it. I am Anami, Princess of Amalgam, heir to the throne should my parents step down and seek a life all their own away from the clan. Only my elder brother Farain can take the throne from me, but he does not want it. I should be proud that I am the last that will be able to inherit the throne as I am, but instead I'm not.

What does that leave me with? I have no mate, for I would rather spend my time doing what makes me happy. I would rather chart the stars as they march across the sky each night. I would rather soar under the stars than to soar under the sun. I would rather spend my time learning about how our kind passes on the genes and colors we do than to sit around and have my parents or my elder clan mates parade drake after drake before me in hopes of me finding one that I would like to have children with to ensure the Royal Line of Amalgam was secure and intact. I would rather leave the throne to my precious younger sibling that will soon hatch than to be matched to a drake that will be no better than helping produce heirs for my line.

In truth, I want what I see my parents have. I want the unending adoration and affection my father gives my mother. He is never angry, always calm and supportive. If Mother is having a bad day, he will lay with her and keep her tucked against him with his wing while whispering sweet nothings to help her feel better. Could I ever have what they have? Will it even matter when I will no doubt forfeit my claim to my legacy?

I’ve decided that I want to leave. I cannot, I will not, stay here any longer. I may only be five spins old, but inside there is an urge for me to take wing and to fly away from here. To seek out a new home far away from this island that I have rarely ever left. Mother is the first to notice my restlessness, and the first to speak with me about it, though I’m surprised she does.

“What ails you, my daughter?” She asks, those large eyes staring up at me. It’s hard to meet her gaze, considering I want to leave. Farain had the courage to tell our mother he wanted to leave, but that had been different, so very different from what I want to do. He left for love, and to live with our uncle in the Lord of Winds domain. I want to leave simply because I can no longer stand to be on this island, constantly watched over by the Royal Guard as if my life is constantly in danger. It’s tiresome, maddening in a sense and my tail lashes around a bit as I try to get the words out to her.

“I want to leave the island,” I finally tell her. She blinks, and her head fins lift a little. My words have surprised her, like I knew they would.

“I’ll see to it that Astigar and Elisura accompany you on your flight. How long will you be gone?”

“No, I don’t want them to come along because…” I hesitate, not sure if I can tell her the rest. I have to push forward though, I have to get her to understand. “I hate it here, Mother. I can’t stand this place anymore, I want to leave, I want to fly away from this place. I want to find a clan where I can be accepted as just another member, not treated as if my life is constantly in danger because of one incident well before I was born. I want out.”

Her side fins flare open and then she closes them while her eyes narrow and her head fins stay up. I stare at her, suddenly worried about what she was thinking. How was she going to react to my words? She loves this clan, she loves this island. I can see it in the way she regards the different places here, in how she tends to the thrones she built for her and Father. This was a mistake, I should have just left without telling her I was leaving—

“Very well, Anami. I will not force your stay here if you wish to leave.” I can’t help but stare at her, stunned by this. She was really letting me leave? Without telling me I have to stay? I look away, frowning and laying my ears down as I try to figure out why, but I can’t. I don’t know her enough to know why she was letting me leave.

“You’re confused.” I look at her, and the way her fins are held lets me know that she’s amused by this. Sometimes I wish she wasn’t like other Fae, that she wasn’t monotone like they are. She would be easier to understand.

“I…I am. Why are you letting me leave?”

“I’m not going to force you into unhappiness and make you hate me. I’ve made that mistake once before, I’m not stupid enough to repeat it. Now, where would you like to go? What region would you like to see? We have many allies who might wish to take you in.”

I look up at the trees above me, the glowing leaves comforting in a strange way because I was so at home beneath them. Yet still, that urge to fly away, and to fly until I could no more was still there, lurking beneath my fur. It was in my very blood. I thought about where it was I would like to go, of all the stories I had heard from the dragons of our clan. While the Royal Guards weren’t very forthcoming about the domain’s they grew up in, others were surprisingly forthcoming about what it was like in other places. I thought about the allies we had visited and spent festivals with since I was born, but there were so many experiences to think about. Each place was different, beautiful and enigmatic in its own way. How can I choose between them?

“I’m not sure. I want to see them all, but I also want a home.” She nods, as if she had expected this answer from me.

“I will send out inquiries with our allies at once, perhaps they will be willing to take you in and give you a home.” She tilts her head and her side fins fall a little. “You must wait until after your new sibling hatches though.”

I stare at her, eyes narrowed. “No! I want to leave as soon as I can!”

She looks taken aback by my outburst, one of her paws up as she leans away from me. Her head fins are fully up, side fins fully flared. From the corner of my eye I can see Glasa moving closer to me, ready to drag me away from my mother if she has to. Phresh moves closer to my mother, her gaze sharp and her teeth bared. Mother waves them both back, knowing that I will not harm her no matter how much of a threat they might see my anger as. They do so, though its clear Phresh is reluctant to move away.

“Anami, please. You must attend the hatching. This one is important to your father and me, very important. The entire clan is going to be there, as is Furhe’s.” The entire clan. We were scattered throughout various clans since we were so large, and a full gathering of us outside of festivals was uncommon. This was a serious matter for the entire clan, at least in the eyes of my parents. I swished my tail angrily, flaring my wings out from my body as I stared at her. The telltale signs of nervousness of her kind were evident to me, though I saw them more from Reulet than her. “Please, attend the hatching and then I will see to it that you can leave for a new home as quickly as possible right after. I promise I will find you a new home, just please attend this one small thing for your father and me.”

She was begging me to do this one thing for her, and while she asked so little of me, I didn’t want to watch the hatching of the sibling that would be more important to her than I will ever be. I’m inadequate, unworthy, all because I refuse to give myself genes. I will not alter myself simply for the sake of another’s pride. I refuse. My parents had given in to the pressure of changing, but not myself. Not ever.

If this is what it would take to get me out of here though, then it would be worth it.

“Fine. I’ll be there when they hatch. Just don’t expect me to do anything else for them.” I storm off, angry that she had manipulated me into attending the event. I had planned to skip it, to be gone by then so I would never have to see them, but now I was trapped. If I wasn’t worried about falling in with a group that would hate me for my lack of genes I would leave right now, but the possibility of such an occurrence was worrisome. There were some things even I would not do.

Father finds me later that afternoon, seething as I let my forepaws hang over the cliffs on the north shore. I’m in no mood for what he has to say so I bare my canines, but he doesn’t even react. No one seems bothered by my acts of aggression, not even my display of canines. I don’t understand why none of them believe I would actually attack. I would, and none of them would see it coming. I would take the down faster since they wouldn’t be expecting it. It would be too easy to win against them.

“Your mother is worried about you, you know,” he says, breaking the quiet between us as he lays down just a few meters away, out of reach for any bite.

“I don’t care,” I tell him. “She’s making me attend the hatching instead of letting me leave now.” My tail lashes back and forth, swishing through the flattened grass. Father regards me silently, his gaze steady but there is a troubled look to his face. He sighs and looks out at the sea, towards Focal Point.

“I don’t know if she would appreciate me telling you this, but there is something that you must know about her. She spent twelve years as a homeless dragon, wandering around the Starfall Iles with no clan to call home. No friends, no one she cared about. She was miserable, alone without anyone to share in whatever it was that kept her from settling down. Until she found this island. This isn’t just an island she claimed for the clan, my little shadow, this was the first place she felt like was home for her after she left the Singers.”
I look at him, trying to figure out what he’s trying to tell me. “What are you saying? Why does this matter to me?”

“Because, Anami, your mother is keeping you here so she can find a home for you. She doesn’t want you to wander like she had to just so you can find a place to call home, she doesn’t want it for any of the dragons who decide Amalgam is not home for them. She wants you to be accepted as you are, and she’s not sure where that is quite yet. She’s sending and receiving missives from our allies every day in hopes of finding a suitable proposal that will benefit you. Not either clan, not her, just you.”

I shift, uncomfortable with the way the idea that my mother was trying to do something nice for me. I had always been the troublesome hatchling for my parents. Most were peaceful and inquisitive. Eager to learn whatever they could. Farain had been different, wanting to explore and see all of Sornieth and had left to live in the Lord of Winds domain when Uncle Furhe left us to begin his own clan. Then there was me. Temperamental, curious. A star gazer who also has a deep interest in how genes and colors are passed along in our kind. Different. If my mother is looking for some place that would accept me as I am, and who won’t force me to change, why hasn’t she told me? I ask him, because I have to know.

“Your mother is not really open about her reasoning behind certain ideas. She knows what she’s doing though, trust me on that. She’s not going to put you in a place where you won’t be accepted, or be thought of as lesser because of your lack of genes. She would never do that to any of her children.” He stands up, his cape tangling around his back paws for a moment and he nearly falls. He laughs, and smiles at the near-accident before leaving me to my own thoughts. He understood, somehow, that he had given me quite a few things to think about.

Cedrela
Mother
Anami's relationship with her mother has always been a tense one since she was just a hatchling. Cedrela's protective nature of her children has always come across as stifling to Anami, leading to a lot of resentment towards her mother as she's grown up under constant surveillance. As a result of this resentment, Anami has always sought out ways to spite her mother, even going so far as to refusing to attend one of the clan's festival journeys that the entire clan attends.

Audulain
Father
Anami's relationship with Audulain is much less strained than the one she has with her mother. Although firm as a parent, he tends to try and empathize with his daughter's wishes where he can, and can usually even get her to understand something that her mother could not. Although they don't have the best relationship, she does love her father, and has been known to seek out her father to spend time with him every now and again.

Reulet
Brother
Her younger hatchmate, Reulet has always seemed like too much of a dreamer to Anami. She teases him for his dreamer qualities, as he often gets lost in his imagination and has a habit of not letting go of ideas even when they seem futile. Of all her family, its easy to say that while these two are not extremely close, they do seem to have a close bond, as she's defended her brother a number of times when he was made fun of by other young dragons for his dreamer personality.

Dikteren
Mate
Although their relationship was arranged by their parents, and Anami was incredibly reluctant to go through with the idea, she and her drake have a very easy and sweet relationship. Despite her temper sometimes, Dikteren and Anami rarely spend the night apart and after often even seen together around Eidola.

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