Herodotus
(#22820010)
Level 7 Fae
Familiar
Spidered Seat
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Energy: 50/50
This dragon’s natural inborn element is Lightning.
Male Fae
This dragon is hibernating.
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Personal Style
Apparel
Skin
Scene
Measurements
Length
1.32 m
Wingspan
1.18 m
Weight
2.2 kg
Genetics
Fire
Cherub
Cherub
Azure
Butterfly
Butterfly
Avocado
Glimmer
Glimmer
Hatchday
Breed
Eye Type
Level 7 Fae
EXP: 761 / 11881
STR
5
AGI
5
DEF
5
QCK
5
INT
5
VIT
5
MND
5
Biography
He was a stubborn old fool.
When Herodotus had joined the clan, all those years ago, he had been given the choice of job, any position he wanted within the clan. Queen Tamora wanted the clan happy, and so let them perform whatever would make them so, so long as they had the skills and perseverance to do so. When he asked to be a farmer, to take care of the clan’s familiars that weren’t attached to a dragon, she had given him the permission to do so. Had let him choose his plot of land from all the clan owned, gave him the helpers needed so he could build his farm, even gave him the treasure needed to go out and buy more familiars (at the time, few pets had been owned by the clan). She found him books on how to breed familiars in captivity, on the best way to train even the most rowdy of familiars, everything he would ever need.
She even sent Hecuba to be his assistant, the female he would eventually fall in love with, and who would fall in love with him.
She gave him everything, and he had failed.
The land he ended up choosing had been wrong, all wrong. Nothing grew there, nothing but inedible grasses and hard shrubs the familiars hated. None of them would breed- even when he laid out food, ordered custom nests to tempt them into mating, eggs never appeared, and any live young the mammalian familiars had were sickly, small, and never lived long. He tried to give them the diets they needed, tried to keep them well fed, but the crops he planted failed, leaving him to buy the cheap food from the markets that filled their stomachs, yes, but that did nothing for their health.
He could have gone to the Queen, explained the situation, and gotten new land. He could have asked for treasure (while the dragons were encouraged to live off their own earnings, the treasury was open to them all. All they had to do was request the funds, and if it was within her power, they were given them) to buy better food, create better enclosures, add nutrients to the soil and make it viable, but he couldn’t. He was stubborn, prideful old fool, and he refused to be beaten by the land.
But he was just a dragon, and the land was an indomitable force, and so he lost. Even when Hecuba asked him, begged him, to go to the Queen and just move somewhere else, he had refused, refused to accept more charity then he already had, and so lost.
They were going to leave- sell the farm to some of the richer, older dragons in the clan who might want a home outside the caves that made the main lair, return the familiars to the Queen’s keep, and just go. His shame was too much to face, and so he refused to stay in the place that had been his home. And Hecuba, sweet, loving Hecuba, had decided to go with him. They had just made the agreement, were making the arrangements, when Queen Tamora, with her Consort Felix at her side, knocked on their door and offered them a trade.
It wouldn’t be charity, but instead them helping her for the good of the clan, and a reward for their services.
What she needed was a child. She was worried about the future of the clan, and she had had too many children herself for a clear line of succession. What she needed a child of the clan, one not related to her (so her older children couldn’t try and lay claim themselves) that she could raise to be her Princess, and the next Queen when it was time for her to step down. If they would give her one, give her a daughter, she would move them, their farm, and all of the familiars to new land, land she knew was fertile. Land the familiars would thrive upon, land that would grow more crops than they knew what to do with, land that would make them rich.
So long as they gave her a child, a daughter she could call her own.
The four of them talked about it, long into the night: Herodotus and Hecuba would have no contact with the hatchling after she was hatched. There would be no discussion about this deal to anyone outside of them four- not even the counsel would know that the child belonged to anyone other than Tamora and Felix. The truth would only be revealed if one of her and Felix’s blood children came to try and take the throne for themselves. They would be given a letter, one signed and sealed by Tamora, stating the terms and agreements of this adoption, showing that the Princess was the legal heir, if any tried to question it. And the Princess would be born far away from here, for the color of her eyes wouldn’t matter. All that would was that most of the clan believed her to be next in line to the throne.
And in exchange, the ability to try again, this time on land known to be good.
It was an easy choice. They had already had children, children grown and sent off to their futures. They could easily have more. What was one child, for the good of the clan, for the good of their future?
They traveled to a faraway nature clan, one that could a keep a secret. It was supposedly on business- to find new familiars for breeding, supposedly. And since the Queen had friends in that clan, she and her Consort had accompanied them, along with two single guards they knew could be trusted. They bred, laying a single egg, and prayed it was a girl. When it was time for it to hatch, Queen Tamora and Felix took their places before the nest, watching as the egg cracked open.
It was girl, a beautiful little girl Tamora immediately named Gabrielle, and it hurt more than anything they had ever known to watch her walk away in the claws of another.
The move went easily- a new house and farm were built, crops were sown, and the enclosures for the familiars were set up, allowing the beasts to move in. And there were eggs, more eggs than Herodotus and Hecuba could count; there were younglings, more little ones running around than they could count, dozens of familiars that were sold on the market, given as gifts to visiting royalty- they quickly became rich.
Even as they had to watch their daughter grow up from afar.
She was beautiful, and grew more and more beautiful with every passing day. She learned grace and dignity, learned how to rule, became a Princess worthy of their clan.
Until she met up with that disgusting warlord Xena and ran off with her.
The entire clan lived in constant worry, confused as to why the Queen had allowed their Princess to run off with Xena. Only Cyrene seemed to have any kind of understanding, but she was that awful female’s mother. Of course she would think her child unable to harm the princess, despite the horrible things Xena had done in her past. But the Queen should have known better, should have realized that Xena would turn her child, their child, into a monster.
It was almost worst. They fell in love, Gabrielle and Xena, and for every day they traveled, for the six years Gabrielle was gone from the clan, Herodotus worried. Whenever they returned, whether it was for a few days or a few hours, he always made sure to present himself to her with an issue to ask her advice on- problems with fighting between the familiars, differencing prices for feed, anything he could think of just to see her. Just to look at her and make sure she was ok.
He hated Xena, hated her for the cuts and bruises and scars that he saw upon her, hated her for the hardening of her eyes that he saw the longer she was away. He hated Xena for doing this to his little girl (because she was his little girl, even if Tamora and Felix had claim to her, she was his little girl, and he had loved her everyday she had grown up).
And when, after six years, Gabrielle came home to stay, he praised the gods. Praised the gods that she was ok, that she would finally be staying home.
And cursed them when it was declared that Xena was her mate, was to be her consort, was to rule by her side when Queen Tamora and Felix stepped down.
Not that he could do anything, nothing but stay on his farm and angrily stew in his bitterness, but still. Herodotus was angry, angry that his daughter had gotten caught up in such a life, a life he never wanted for her.
He wanted her a Princess, not the bedmate of a murderer, a former warlord who had more innocent blood than any but the Shade, and the fact that she had become one just angered him so.
Familiars I need:
Coliseum:
Treasure:
Brew:
Gem:
Boss:
Cycling:
Gather:
Festival Favors:
Swap:
KS:
When Herodotus had joined the clan, all those years ago, he had been given the choice of job, any position he wanted within the clan. Queen Tamora wanted the clan happy, and so let them perform whatever would make them so, so long as they had the skills and perseverance to do so. When he asked to be a farmer, to take care of the clan’s familiars that weren’t attached to a dragon, she had given him the permission to do so. Had let him choose his plot of land from all the clan owned, gave him the helpers needed so he could build his farm, even gave him the treasure needed to go out and buy more familiars (at the time, few pets had been owned by the clan). She found him books on how to breed familiars in captivity, on the best way to train even the most rowdy of familiars, everything he would ever need.
She even sent Hecuba to be his assistant, the female he would eventually fall in love with, and who would fall in love with him.
She gave him everything, and he had failed.
The land he ended up choosing had been wrong, all wrong. Nothing grew there, nothing but inedible grasses and hard shrubs the familiars hated. None of them would breed- even when he laid out food, ordered custom nests to tempt them into mating, eggs never appeared, and any live young the mammalian familiars had were sickly, small, and never lived long. He tried to give them the diets they needed, tried to keep them well fed, but the crops he planted failed, leaving him to buy the cheap food from the markets that filled their stomachs, yes, but that did nothing for their health.
He could have gone to the Queen, explained the situation, and gotten new land. He could have asked for treasure (while the dragons were encouraged to live off their own earnings, the treasury was open to them all. All they had to do was request the funds, and if it was within her power, they were given them) to buy better food, create better enclosures, add nutrients to the soil and make it viable, but he couldn’t. He was stubborn, prideful old fool, and he refused to be beaten by the land.
But he was just a dragon, and the land was an indomitable force, and so he lost. Even when Hecuba asked him, begged him, to go to the Queen and just move somewhere else, he had refused, refused to accept more charity then he already had, and so lost.
They were going to leave- sell the farm to some of the richer, older dragons in the clan who might want a home outside the caves that made the main lair, return the familiars to the Queen’s keep, and just go. His shame was too much to face, and so he refused to stay in the place that had been his home. And Hecuba, sweet, loving Hecuba, had decided to go with him. They had just made the agreement, were making the arrangements, when Queen Tamora, with her Consort Felix at her side, knocked on their door and offered them a trade.
It wouldn’t be charity, but instead them helping her for the good of the clan, and a reward for their services.
What she needed was a child. She was worried about the future of the clan, and she had had too many children herself for a clear line of succession. What she needed a child of the clan, one not related to her (so her older children couldn’t try and lay claim themselves) that she could raise to be her Princess, and the next Queen when it was time for her to step down. If they would give her one, give her a daughter, she would move them, their farm, and all of the familiars to new land, land she knew was fertile. Land the familiars would thrive upon, land that would grow more crops than they knew what to do with, land that would make them rich.
So long as they gave her a child, a daughter she could call her own.
The four of them talked about it, long into the night: Herodotus and Hecuba would have no contact with the hatchling after she was hatched. There would be no discussion about this deal to anyone outside of them four- not even the counsel would know that the child belonged to anyone other than Tamora and Felix. The truth would only be revealed if one of her and Felix’s blood children came to try and take the throne for themselves. They would be given a letter, one signed and sealed by Tamora, stating the terms and agreements of this adoption, showing that the Princess was the legal heir, if any tried to question it. And the Princess would be born far away from here, for the color of her eyes wouldn’t matter. All that would was that most of the clan believed her to be next in line to the throne.
And in exchange, the ability to try again, this time on land known to be good.
It was an easy choice. They had already had children, children grown and sent off to their futures. They could easily have more. What was one child, for the good of the clan, for the good of their future?
They traveled to a faraway nature clan, one that could a keep a secret. It was supposedly on business- to find new familiars for breeding, supposedly. And since the Queen had friends in that clan, she and her Consort had accompanied them, along with two single guards they knew could be trusted. They bred, laying a single egg, and prayed it was a girl. When it was time for it to hatch, Queen Tamora and Felix took their places before the nest, watching as the egg cracked open.
It was girl, a beautiful little girl Tamora immediately named Gabrielle, and it hurt more than anything they had ever known to watch her walk away in the claws of another.
The move went easily- a new house and farm were built, crops were sown, and the enclosures for the familiars were set up, allowing the beasts to move in. And there were eggs, more eggs than Herodotus and Hecuba could count; there were younglings, more little ones running around than they could count, dozens of familiars that were sold on the market, given as gifts to visiting royalty- they quickly became rich.
Even as they had to watch their daughter grow up from afar.
She was beautiful, and grew more and more beautiful with every passing day. She learned grace and dignity, learned how to rule, became a Princess worthy of their clan.
Until she met up with that disgusting warlord Xena and ran off with her.
The entire clan lived in constant worry, confused as to why the Queen had allowed their Princess to run off with Xena. Only Cyrene seemed to have any kind of understanding, but she was that awful female’s mother. Of course she would think her child unable to harm the princess, despite the horrible things Xena had done in her past. But the Queen should have known better, should have realized that Xena would turn her child, their child, into a monster.
It was almost worst. They fell in love, Gabrielle and Xena, and for every day they traveled, for the six years Gabrielle was gone from the clan, Herodotus worried. Whenever they returned, whether it was for a few days or a few hours, he always made sure to present himself to her with an issue to ask her advice on- problems with fighting between the familiars, differencing prices for feed, anything he could think of just to see her. Just to look at her and make sure she was ok.
He hated Xena, hated her for the cuts and bruises and scars that he saw upon her, hated her for the hardening of her eyes that he saw the longer she was away. He hated Xena for doing this to his little girl (because she was his little girl, even if Tamora and Felix had claim to her, she was his little girl, and he had loved her everyday she had grown up).
And when, after six years, Gabrielle came home to stay, he praised the gods. Praised the gods that she was ok, that she would finally be staying home.
And cursed them when it was declared that Xena was her mate, was to be her consort, was to rule by her side when Queen Tamora and Felix stepped down.
Not that he could do anything, nothing but stay on his farm and angrily stew in his bitterness, but still. Herodotus was angry, angry that his daughter had gotten caught up in such a life, a life he never wanted for her.
He wanted her a Princess, not the bedmate of a murderer, a former warlord who had more innocent blood than any but the Shade, and the fact that she had become one just angered him so.
Familiars I need:
Coliseum:
Treasure:
Brew:
Gem:
Boss:
Cycling:
Gather:
Festival Favors:
Swap:
KS:
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