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Shula

(#22177639)

Level 8 Guardian

Familiar

Flamescale Spearman

Energy: 50/50

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Measurements

Length

15.08 m

Wingspan

15.25 m

Weight

9978.23 kg

Genetics

Obsidian
Iridescent

Crimson
Shimmer

Crimson
Gembond

Hatchday

Mar 21, 2016
(8 years)

Breed

Adult
Guardian

Eye Type

Ice
Common

Level 8 Guardian

EXP: 6069 / 16009

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Biography

Shula

She does not remember where she came from. Her eyes, eerie and unblinking from the moment she hatched, shine in the pale tones of ice, but hear earliest memories are of earth and fire, torches flickering along a rough stone wall. There were others like her, other imperials with eyes in every color. They named her Shula, flame, for her red wings and because she was always staring at the fire until sparks seemed to dance under the ice. Sometimes, they called her “little frostflame,” too, because her earliest ice spells were wispy and luminescent like white fire.
Other dragons came and went down there in the dark caves and took the imperials with them, other dragons who wore cloaks embroidered with many heads. They said they wanted to wake the gods; Shula knew they were trying to break the dead. Dragons who went with them rarely came back. Her kin shuddered with every echoed death. They all felt it. They knew what their captors wanted. Emperor.
And then, one day, they succeeded. Shula herself was taken that day. She watched in shattered fear as her kin were forced to fight and kill. Right before it was her turn, the cavern shook. Scale and bone and soul all flowed together and six heads roared. One looked down at her, its yellow eyes all too familiar. Run, little frostflame, it hissed. The cavern shook again, the ceiling crumbled down, and her world went black. Buried alone in the dark, Shula slept.
Light woke her. Not the orange glow of the torches, but a bright sweet gold unlike anything she had ever seen. The rubble was moving. Shula pushed and struggled against the rock. There was a startled shout, and then the movement redoubled, claws of all sizes tearing the rock away. As soon as she could fit, Shula crawled out of the rubble and stared at three dragons who were as surprised to see her as she was to see them. The largest, a white guardian with rose-colored eyes, asked who she was, but Shula couldn’t answer. Long silence had stolen her voice. The guardian did not understand when Shula tried to write the symbols for her name, either, but the fiery-scaled spiral did, zipping around with an excitement that Shula just could not comprehend, saying something about ancient pictograms. A tawny skydancer with rust-feathered wings calmed him down, then asked how Shula had gotten there. All three were silent after she scratched her story in the dirt. Eventually, the guardian broke the silence and asked if she wanted to come with them.
The next few days were full of strange wonders. Shula cowered against the familiar ground when the close stone ceiling suddenly gave way to endless blue void, until the skydancer reassured her again. Shula could not follow him when he and the spiral soared skyward. She had lived her whole life in the caves. She never learned to fly. But she didn’t mind, because she ended up walking with the guardian, Alva, instead, and Alva told her stories. Alva spoke about the world Shula had never seen, about her clan and the tavern she called home. Shula listened, and learned. When they reached the tavern, Shula already knew so much from Alva’s tales that she immediately felt at home. The sudden bustle and noise was briefly overwhelming, and the clan didn’t know what to make of her at first, but as soon as her companions explained matters to a tiny fae and his guardian mate, Shula was unofficially adopted as one of theirs. “After all,” the little fae explained later, “you’re not the first foundling Silver and Seneiti have brought home.”
But even with the welcome, her new life, Shula could not forget the emperor. There were seven other imperials in the clan, and their reactions varied from immediate friendship (and sometimes flirting) to slowly warming indifference, but Shula couldn’t meet their eyes without remembering the emperor’s dead stare. She still carried the curse from the caverns. Her very presence might bring that curse on them.
She found Alva in the library, as always. With uncertain claws, the letters still new and unknown, she scratched out, I don’t want. Shula could not bring herself to write it, but Alva understood.
When the spell faded and Shula shook her head, no mane brushing her now-unbranched horns, stretched her bony wings, gembond no longer catching against thick, leathery folds, and inspected her solid, sturdy claws, she smiled, knowing she had escaped the emperor’s grasp forever.

Befriended a scarlet serpenta from the labyrinth
Current mate is Nero
Outfit by Fyari

Birthstone:

Charge: Alva

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