Chalice
(#23021669)
Level 1 Imperial
Familiar
Longwing Epiptite
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Energy: 0/50
This dragon’s natural inborn element is Water.
Male Imperial
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Personal Style
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Skin
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Measurements
Length
19.74 m
Wingspan
14.98 m
Weight
8026.55 kg
Genetics
Teal
Poison
Poison
Coral
Toxin
Toxin
Ice
Underbelly
Underbelly
Hatchday
Breed
Eye Type
Level 1 Imperial
EXP: 0 / 245
STR
6
AGI
6
DEF
6
QCK
5
INT
8
VIT
8
MND
6
Lineage
Parents
Offspring
Biography
Chalice
“Trying as it is, I prefer to keep the sea in sight.”
By Rattus
He wakes in a panic, the nightmare receding slowly, fears and bleak memories one and the same in the dark behind his eyes.
The sound of the ocean is always inescapable, and sometimes the water creeps into the cracks of his mind, hungry waves that pull and pull and unravel him. His home is the furthest from the shore, as far as he can get while still being a part of Tidelight, and usually he can remember that he is above the sea, not beneath it, and nothing can reach far enough inland to do him harm. Usually.
The door is a rough collection of driftwood bolted together to keep the elements out, and through a crack in it Chalice can see the lit horizon. Not much time left to himself, to calm his racing heart. The room is kept dark during the day so he can sleep, but the rockpool beside his nest is home to half a dozen bioluminescent little fish. Each is about as big as his smallest claw, and they dart around like stars between the rock and coral. Chalice watches and wills himself to breathe steady, but the echoes of his dream are not so easy to quiet.
Skaian comes for him before the light has even dimmed. The room they share together is bathed in sunlight, a sudden burst Chalice still flinches back from.
"Time to get up," Skaian says. His fine mane is thoroughly windswept from a day on the shore, and he looks tired but pleased, as he always does after a day's good work. It takes him a moment to notice the sweat still clinging to Chalice's brow. "Are you alright?"
"Yes," he replies, though he's clearly not, though his fingers are trembling even as he tries to clasp his hands together, though he shouldn't need to hide like this from Skaian, not after so long.
Skaian regards him a moment longer, any pity in his face lost to the deep backlit shadows. "Well then," he says eventually, tired and kind and forgiving, "Nagi cooked, so you know it's something good."
Chalice's breakfast is everyone else's dinner. Most of the clan gathers together on their beach, though Sanguine sits a little apart and Moana is busy talking to a traveller from the Exile clan based a day's travel inland. There is no work for the dredgers that night, and everyone is eager to relax after their good day's work.
Skaian gets Chalice's meal for him, a kindness the others are used to seeing. Chalice picks at the food, before giving up and setting it aside for later, and spends the rest of the meal working his fingers through Skaian's hair to fix the damage the wind has wrought. Mirach shows him a telescope she found on the tide; Seaglass spends a minute teasing him about how pale he's getting, but stops when Aeryls tells her to. Dusk claims the horizon; Chalice watches the night fall over the sea, ink black and unforgiving, and keeps himself tucked between Skaian's warm fingers and Nagi's reassuring bulk.
The night deepens, the conversation dwindles, and Chalice moves to the bonfire. Their beacon, their message to the sea, their call to the murky dark that there is more, if they reach for it. He remembers the sight of the flame, the sheer heat of it, resplendent even looking up from the wrong side of the surface. Mirach's claws had found him, Skaian had reassured him, and the bonfire had burned the chill from his bones. It was a coldness he hadn't noticed he'd been born with; now here, alone, he can tend to the fire that cleansed him of it.
Embers drift across the shore, and the sea tugs at the land, hungry, hungry. Chalice watches, impassive with his fire beside him, and matches his breathing to the ocean.
It is a terrible thing, to watch those endless waves and to know what lurks beneath, teeth and claws hungry for his return, dark so crushing that light can only be a dream. Chalice imagines himself leaving the shore, so far inland that he could forget the smell of salt. He imagines himself turning his back on the sea, and the sea coming for him anyway, those clever little creatures crossing the border to drag him the long way down.
It would be worse not to watch.
They make their home in a rocky cove bordering the vast sea. The bonfire burns always, low during the day and glorious at night, a beacon bright enough to be seen from deep within the waves. Their leader listens to the ebb and flow of the waves, hears the songs and sighs that reach the surface, smiles at the ocean’s secrets, and waits. They are guides and guardians, the end of land’s hold, the very first step into the deep.
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Firekeeper of Tidelight - One of the Dredged |
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“Trying as it is, I prefer to keep the sea in sight.”
 By SummerStorm! |
Chalice came from the ocean into Moana’s arms. Though he lives with Tidelight now, he refuses to dip so much as a claw back into the sea. He doesn’t talk much about where he came from, but the scars on his hide suggest it was quite near some unfriendly maren. By day he sleeps near rockpools, finding solace in the little creatures and flashes of colour and fins; by night he tends the fire, watching over the black and endless sea. |
By Rattus
He wakes in a panic, the nightmare receding slowly, fears and bleak memories one and the same in the dark behind his eyes.
The sound of the ocean is always inescapable, and sometimes the water creeps into the cracks of his mind, hungry waves that pull and pull and unravel him. His home is the furthest from the shore, as far as he can get while still being a part of Tidelight, and usually he can remember that he is above the sea, not beneath it, and nothing can reach far enough inland to do him harm. Usually.
The door is a rough collection of driftwood bolted together to keep the elements out, and through a crack in it Chalice can see the lit horizon. Not much time left to himself, to calm his racing heart. The room is kept dark during the day so he can sleep, but the rockpool beside his nest is home to half a dozen bioluminescent little fish. Each is about as big as his smallest claw, and they dart around like stars between the rock and coral. Chalice watches and wills himself to breathe steady, but the echoes of his dream are not so easy to quiet.
Skaian comes for him before the light has even dimmed. The room they share together is bathed in sunlight, a sudden burst Chalice still flinches back from.
"Time to get up," Skaian says. His fine mane is thoroughly windswept from a day on the shore, and he looks tired but pleased, as he always does after a day's good work. It takes him a moment to notice the sweat still clinging to Chalice's brow. "Are you alright?"
"Yes," he replies, though he's clearly not, though his fingers are trembling even as he tries to clasp his hands together, though he shouldn't need to hide like this from Skaian, not after so long.
Skaian regards him a moment longer, any pity in his face lost to the deep backlit shadows. "Well then," he says eventually, tired and kind and forgiving, "Nagi cooked, so you know it's something good."
Chalice's breakfast is everyone else's dinner. Most of the clan gathers together on their beach, though Sanguine sits a little apart and Moana is busy talking to a traveller from the Exile clan based a day's travel inland. There is no work for the dredgers that night, and everyone is eager to relax after their good day's work.
Skaian gets Chalice's meal for him, a kindness the others are used to seeing. Chalice picks at the food, before giving up and setting it aside for later, and spends the rest of the meal working his fingers through Skaian's hair to fix the damage the wind has wrought. Mirach shows him a telescope she found on the tide; Seaglass spends a minute teasing him about how pale he's getting, but stops when Aeryls tells her to. Dusk claims the horizon; Chalice watches the night fall over the sea, ink black and unforgiving, and keeps himself tucked between Skaian's warm fingers and Nagi's reassuring bulk.
The night deepens, the conversation dwindles, and Chalice moves to the bonfire. Their beacon, their message to the sea, their call to the murky dark that there is more, if they reach for it. He remembers the sight of the flame, the sheer heat of it, resplendent even looking up from the wrong side of the surface. Mirach's claws had found him, Skaian had reassured him, and the bonfire had burned the chill from his bones. It was a coldness he hadn't noticed he'd been born with; now here, alone, he can tend to the fire that cleansed him of it.
Embers drift across the shore, and the sea tugs at the land, hungry, hungry. Chalice watches, impassive with his fire beside him, and matches his breathing to the ocean.
It is a terrible thing, to watch those endless waves and to know what lurks beneath, teeth and claws hungry for his return, dark so crushing that light can only be a dream. Chalice imagines himself leaving the shore, so far inland that he could forget the smell of salt. He imagines himself turning his back on the sea, and the sea coming for him anyway, those clever little creatures crossing the border to drag him the long way down.
It would be worse not to watch.
They make their home in a rocky cove bordering the vast sea. The bonfire burns always, low during the day and glorious at night, a beacon bright enough to be seen from deep within the waves. Their leader listens to the ebb and flow of the waves, hears the songs and sighs that reach the surface, smiles at the ocean’s secrets, and waits. They are guides and guardians, the end of land’s hold, the very first step into the deep.
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