Adva
(#22785515)
Level 1 Snapper
Familiar
Sandshore Snipper
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Energy: 50/50
This dragon’s natural inborn element is Water.
Female Snapper
This dragon is hibernating.
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Personal Style
Apparel
Skin
Scene
Measurements
Length
5.18 m
Wingspan
1.93 m
Weight
5083.66 kg
Genetics
Beige
Petals
Petals
Aqua
Shimmer
Shimmer
Soil
Smoke
Smoke
Hatchday
Breed
Eye Type
Level 1 Snapper
EXP: 0 / 245
STR
7
AGI
8
DEF
6
QCK
8
INT
5
VIT
6
MND
5
Biography
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Stat block by hisako/19016
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Adva
(Job Title)
(Description) A beautiful child of the sea, who sometimes hears voices in the water. She stays far away from the sea now, but she had quite the adventure when she was younger. She seems able to see and speak with the spirits of the long dead. Sometimes they speak to her and call her 'Sister.' Other times, they try to do her harm. She is most vulnerable around water, where those lost at sea reach for her. Her wings glow with an unearthly light, rather like a phosphorescent sea. Her children whose wings glow like hers are likely to be very sensitive to the supernatural.
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The Singing Sea
She wasn't afraid. The sea was her home. She belonged to it, and it belonged to her. When Adva was a hatchling, her parents named her 'Junior' because she was the smallest and youngest of her nest. She was nothing special - just a little mirror with no markings and colors like the sea. Adva loved to watch the sunrise over the Tsunami Flats. Her favorite thing in the world was to watch shoals with her siblings while playing in the shallows. She was happy with her family, and she loved the way the water sucked the sand around her toes when the waves retreated back to the ocean. She collected seashells and loved to string them together in shining strands and anoint her parents and her siblings. She wasn't a very strong swimmer, and sometimes her parents cautioned her about the maren that lived beyond the shallows. But she'd never seen a maren, and so she wasn't worried. It was a quiet life, and a good life. She didn't think to ask for more. One morning, she woke up before her siblings, and she headed towards the edge of the sea. She'd heard what sounded like singing, far beyond the shallows, and she wanted to find out what was causing it. Out in the middle of the sea, she could see a strange glow. Adva sat to watch, knowing it was far too early for sunrise to light this part of the sea. What could it be? She watched for a long time, listening to the haunting sound of voices layering and layering, singing loud enough that she could hear them even though they were under the surface of the water and so far away. Adva wanted to know what the song was and what the voices were, but she knew that she didn't swim well. Her sister, Connie, was a very good swimmer, but Adva was built like her father. She was fast on the ground, but she couldn't fly well and swimming tired her out quickly. She watched, and she waited, and she wondered what the source of the singing could be. Adva asked her parents, and they looked stricken and worried. "Stay in the shallows," her mother warned. "Don't venture too far beyond the breakers. You're a water dragon, but..." It was that single word 'but' that sealed Adva's fate. She took to testing the buoyancy of everything she could find and building rudimentary rafts. In the mornings, she waited by the edge of the sea, watching the glow and hearing the voices singing, calling to her. She didn't tell anyone what she was planning to do with these rafts, and one by one she tested them against her body weight. Quietly. In the shallows. Once, when her father asked her what she was doing, she lied: "I'm trying to see the fish better from above. Connie can see them, and I want to, also." Her first launches, the rafts broke apart before they broke through the breakers. But with each design, she tried harder, until she was able to build a raft that would withstand the sea's force. Once safely passed the crashing surf, Adva climbed aboard, and with great satisfaction during the day she navigated the little raft out as far as she thought the glow was coming from and back home again. She would solve this mystery. The next morning, before the moon had set, Adva woke again and headed down to the shore. She could hear the singing, haunting and beautiful. She imagined a whole chorus of guardians, singing praises to Tidelord. The sea glowed phosphorescent blue, echoing the beauty of the stars. Adva launched her raft. The sea rocked it gently, and with great delight and a sense of adventure, Adva set off towards her goal. All around her, the scent of the briny sea filled her, and salty spray settled on her hide like a second skin. Now and again, a fish flashed in the moonlight. She paddled the raft with her claws, using her tail as a rudder. She wasn't afraid. The sea was her home. She belonged to it, and it belonged to her. But perhaps she should have been afraid. Instead, it was with an innocent delight that she reached out and touched the gently glowing water. The film if stars parted at her clawtips, and it pulled away in strands from the surface of the sea. She laughed for a while, playing in the illuminated water. And then she noticed the singing had stopped. She didn't know how long ago the sea had fallen silent. Her ears strained with the silence, filled with nothing but the lap of the water against her wooden raft. Then she heard the voices murmuring in her ears. They started like the edge of a dream when she was just falling asleep - almost unreal, almost unhearable. Sister, they said, voices layering and pulling apart like a school of fishes. Come swim with us. Adva pulled her limbs and tail onto her raft as quickly as she dared. She struggled to keep her balance on her little craft, and she stared out at the faint-glowing water in dismay. One by one, little ripples formed in the water's shining surface. The ripples pushed the phosphorescence away, and they became little claw-like protuberances. These watery outcroppings glowed softly from within, as if they were lit from their very bones. They reached for the raft, and they started pulling themselves out of the sea using it. They were dragons made completely of water, their bones glowing within their bodies with the same brilliant phosphorescence that had tempted her out here alone. Their eyes were sunken pits, and in the center were concentrated pinpoints of light. Their mouths spread into open maws, and the water they were made of cascaded from top to bottom again and again in an endless waterfall where their teeth were. There was nowhere to run. And she wasn't built for flight. And the sea was unsafe. She did the only thing she could. She screamed. One grabbed her leg, and she tried to jerk free, but she pulled too hard. She careened forwards, and she nearly crashed into another. Sister, they said again. She couldn't run. There was nowhere to run. Instead, she went very still and backed herself to the center of the raft. Shaking, watching the spirits come closer, she sobbed silently. Their claws dripped the glowing water. Her heart felt like it would burst from her ribs, and she choked on her own misery. Adva watched the watery claws reach down towards her, and she screamed one final time.
Landfall
The sea rolled and carried her with it, and it was everything Adva could do to hold on. Adva woke to the cry of gulls. She opened a groggy pair of eyes to see the sun high in the sky. When she tried to stand, the raft pitched beneath her weight, and she fell into the water. She sank into the water's cool embrace. Sister. She screamed and thrashed for the surface. Desperately, she clawed for the raft. Her sides were heaving by the time she made it aboard, and she stared at the water as if it had completely betrayed her. Her face tasted like grief. She let the sun bake the water from her hide. In time, she let herself look around. There was nothing in the sky. She could see no other boats or rafts. And she was not going in that water again. Not ever. But there! On the horizon! That dark smudge was too familiar. It was land. Carefully, she dipped a claw towards the briny green sea. She reached towards it, feeling herself tremble and shake the closer she drew to it. She couldn't stop seeing those horrible things that had caused the sea to sing. She couldn't stop shaking. She couldn't stop weeping. Then, her claw was in the water. Still weeping, she thrust in her whole foot and started to paddle slowly, sobbingly towards the horizon. The sun was searingly hot, and she hated that the sea had turned against her. It would have been so easy to go into the water and swim to the shore, even if she wasn't a strong swimmer. But no. Her mother had been right to try to warn her away from this adventure. She hoped that her family would forgive her. As she paddled to the shore, each stroke a torment in its own right, she tried to think of her family. She tried to think of how much they might be worried about her, how afraid they might be, instead of how afraid she was. The distance started to disappear between her raft and the land. As she drew closer, she didn't see the shallows of Tsunami Flats in the distance. Instead, she saw ... grass. A cool breeze was kicking up around her, carrying her towards the shore. The waves grew stronger, more tumultuous, and her little raft pitched hard, careening over each swell in turn. The sea rolled and carried her with it, and it was everything Adva could do to hold on. The sea carried her towards the shore, and she could see the blinding white rim of sand around the water's edge before it disappeared into a dune covered in seagrass. Adva rejoiced, but she was also afraid. She'd been pummeled by breakers before. She knew how strong they were and how hard they could pound someone into the sand below. She knew the surf could kill. And that was before, when she wasn't afraid. Adva watched the encroaching shore, knowing full well that she would live or die right here, and there was nothing more she could do about it. She looked at the sea around her, and she didn't see any sign of the things from before. She dropped her legs and tail into the sea. She would swim for the shore, letting the current carry her raft with her. As she felt the water slosh up her sides, she felt something grab at her tail. Sister, come back. She shrieked in terror and kicked her legs as fast as she could. She was nowhere as graceful as her older sister, Connie, nor her mother. But she was terrified, and that made up for what she lost in economy of motion. The sea grabbed her raft and surged forwards with it. She raced along with the current, trying to judge how best to beach her craft. Then the sea swelled behind her, and she could see the gathering wave. She kicked her feet away from it, worried it would break on top of her. She watched the white crest start to form at its head, signalling the beginning of its crashing fall. She kicked harder, and she the surf swept her along. Her little raft took on a life of its own, and it pulled her harder than she thought it would. She dug her claws into the wood, careful to hold tight as the wave crashed behind her, pushing her towards the shore. Her belly scraped along a pebbly bottom. She shrieked again, trying to get her legs under her again, and as soon as she was able to sand, she felt the sand swallow her feet. She rushed forwards, stumbling and clumsy and crying with fear the entire time. And then she was free, watching the sea beat the shallows, turning all those little pebbles to sand. "That was pretty neat," a young voice said. "Can I try it?" She turned, and there was a young mirror with pale green eyes. His hide was white patched with the same pale brown as hers, and he nearly blended in with some salt-bleached stones nearby, except that his wings were a beautiful green, marked like the wings of a butterfly. Adva frowned at him. Then she frowned at the sea. And then she started to weep.
The Boy on the Shore
(Quote) His name was Riad. He was a mirror like she was, but he was nothing like she was. He was wild and energetic and free like the wind that had blessed him. He was bold. He asked questions. He was like she had been before. She admired his tenacity. He kept trying to be her friend, even though she was trying to build walls between them. And he made her laugh. It was a sudden thing, unexpected and new, when he surprised a genuine peal of laughter out of her. And she wanted to be hurt, but it felt so good to laugh. They lived together by the sea, and it was nice to feel close to home without ever needing to step foot into the water again. There was plenty of hunting up on the shore - field mice and voles, but sometimes sea birds that were caught off-guard by Riad's sudden gusts of wind, like she was by his jokes. The worst, though, was that he kept prying into where she came from. And that was the one thing she didn't want to think about, let alone talk about. She felt sick every time. She remembered her mother's worried tone when she mentioned the voices in the sea. Her heart raced, and she mumbled something, never quite sure what it was, before trying to make herself scarce to stop the pounding in her head and the pains that raced through her limbs. |
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