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Personal Style
Apparel
Skin
Scene
Measurements
Length
27.27 m
Wingspan
17.31 m
Weight
7155.92 kg
Genetics
Shadow
Iridescent
Iridescent
Shadow
Shimmer
Shimmer
Tomato
Glimmer
Glimmer
Hatchday
Breed
Eye Type
Level 1 Imperial
EXP: 0 / 245
STR
6
AGI
6
DEF
6
QCK
5
INT
8
VIT
8
MND
6
Biography
Forgetfulness; oblivion. In Greek mythology this name belonged to one of the rivers in Hades.
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She's young, barely out of her shell even, but already she can tell a Wind clan is not the home for her. Not when she can already feel the pulse of magic just below the skin of the world, beating through none and meat and blood like a heartbeat. She turns her face toward the northwest, sniffing the scent of power carried on the winds. The blood of the world, returning to its heart in the Starfall Isles.
When she sleeps, she dreams of mountains gleaming in the twilight, and glowing eyes fixed on her. A soft voice, crooning a name she doesn't have yet and can't remember when she wakes. She sees them in her mind's eye, a clan of beautiful, shimmering hides, their skeletons practically shining out of their bodies with power. So much power, so barely contained under skin so thin. Their eyes burn with it.
She's too young to make the journey on her own, so she bides her time. But she feels the beat, the pulse, calling her. And she sends out her own reply, like a tiny ripple in a small pond. She can only hope its soft reverberation will be heard, and answered.
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Lethe can see magic and magical potential as clearly most Wind dragons can sense the current of wind. She can manipulate them as keenly as her clanmate Eris manipulates the currents of blood. And while she was born a Wind dragon, her heritage is that of a line of ethically questionable and magically inclined Plague dragons.
Some have wondered how Lethe seems to have gathered so much Arcane power, now being a child of the Reaches herself. Nobody has a good answer; in fact, those who have spent the most time with her seem to be unable to recall where they were, what they spoke of, or even who they were with. An hour or two in her presence lends a sense of sedate, accepting calm and a fuzzy, indistinct memory of the afternoon.
Quiet, polite, contemplative. She doesn't draw attention to herself, preferring to exist more at the periphery. In the shadows, if you will.
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She's young, barely out of her shell even, but already she can tell a Wind clan is not the home for her. Not when she can already feel the pulse of magic just below the skin of the world, beating through none and meat and blood like a heartbeat. She turns her face toward the northwest, sniffing the scent of power carried on the winds. The blood of the world, returning to its heart in the Starfall Isles.
When she sleeps, she dreams of mountains gleaming in the twilight, and glowing eyes fixed on her. A soft voice, crooning a name she doesn't have yet and can't remember when she wakes. She sees them in her mind's eye, a clan of beautiful, shimmering hides, their skeletons practically shining out of their bodies with power. So much power, so barely contained under skin so thin. Their eyes burn with it.
She's too young to make the journey on her own, so she bides her time. But she feels the beat, the pulse, calling her. And she sends out her own reply, like a tiny ripple in a small pond. She can only hope its soft reverberation will be heard, and answered.
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Lethe can see magic and magical potential as clearly most Wind dragons can sense the current of wind. She can manipulate them as keenly as her clanmate Eris manipulates the currents of blood. And while she was born a Wind dragon, her heritage is that of a line of ethically questionable and magically inclined Plague dragons.
Some have wondered how Lethe seems to have gathered so much Arcane power, now being a child of the Reaches herself. Nobody has a good answer; in fact, those who have spent the most time with her seem to be unable to recall where they were, what they spoke of, or even who they were with. An hour or two in her presence lends a sense of sedate, accepting calm and a fuzzy, indistinct memory of the afternoon.
Quiet, polite, contemplative. She doesn't draw attention to herself, preferring to exist more at the periphery. In the shadows, if you will.
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