xamuletx's dragon Cecelia

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Physical Attributes

Battle Stats

Measurements

Length

3.88 m

Wingspan

3.5 m

Weight

559.82 kg

Genetics

Soil
Iridescent

Beige
Butterfly

Ivory
Underbelly

Hatchday

Apr 22, 2016
(8 years)

Breed

Adult
Pearlcatcher

Eye Type

Light
Common

Level 1 Pearlcatcher

EXP: 0 / 245

STR

AGI

DEF

QCK

INT

VIT

MND

Lineage

Parents

Offspring

Biography

Cecelia

pencil sketch by me lines and coloring by Aey

Inspiration

"Don't let anyone dim your light, especially when your light is worth shining."

"The flower doesn't dream of the bee, it blossoms and the bee comes."

"Time spent with cats is never wasted."

"Be true to your work, your word and your friend."

B I O G R A P H Y

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______ Everyone and all are drawn in by her smile – a smile, so warm and calm, it's said to make the sun shine again after days of rain, make flowers bloom after years of frost. Many who find their way under the matriarch's claw do not seek to leave her side anymore, wanting to protect the happiness she effortlessly passes on to others that may not be feeling as well. A mother to all, a fair one, a friend and a guardian, someone with wise words for all of those who need advice, help or any kind of talk. But within her, there is a turmoil – something so heavy, it's pulling her down into an abyss.

______ Bloodshed is not her favourite kind of thing, no – she even despises violence -, but sometimes, those of her own do not leave her a choice, arguing with each other at the top of their lungs, waiting until the sun is long gone, spitting words at each other none shall ever speak. Maybe, she was made to be their guidance, their helping hand; because eventually, she would raise her soft voice once and all would fine, all would be silent. Cecelia tells herself she is sticking around for sake of the clan, watching as memories tend to turn into mere cinder while bathing in never-ending sunlight. It has to be some sort of sad wonder, she probably tells herself, that no one notices how lost she actually is; how exhausting her duties are – how her heavenly smile seems to fade with every passing moon.

______ Her eyes won't close themselves at night, making her wander around aimlessly – listening to those who screech for their companions in the complete dark; and while everyone else is far away, she herself sets out for a flight into the unknown, always battling with herself to leave behind those who she cherishes the most. In the soft rays of moonlight, her scales glow and her jewellery seems nothing but a nuisance, and as pretty as she might be, as high as she might soar – nothing can tell her, if she would fall this instant, she wouldn't be meeting the ugliest truth of them all, one all dragonkind seems to despise.

B I O G R A P H Y

______ If she had put more thinking into it, back then, she wouldn't be all alone – wouldn't be chained to a place where she loves to be but hates to smile. They surely must have noticed, but no one dares to speak a single word, a single thing. Like a brick on a chain, tied to her neck, pulling her down into the dark. Now she is the one, guiding the others – she isn't following him anymore, the that thought her what living and breathing, smiling and laughing meant. Without him – without her moon – she is no longer everyone's sun. From within her, a void starts to exist, a void so big, nothing could fill it anymore. Almost, as if she was carving to have him around, to remember him again; to know, where he had went..

______ Sometimes, when she would be finished with chattering, with wishing her clan all the best, she would want some time for herself, all alone, separated from the others – she would lie, tell them, she had important things to do -, just to disappear from their eyes for hours, clinging to the shattering pearl in her claws, demanding it to stop being like this; to stop forgetting everything. But it's no use, she soon finds out – and she has to accept it, as much as she hates it. A sun has to smile bright, without any exceptions, even if she is close to fade out, to explode – to die. She has to leave, for them – and for their happiness.
By sempervivums

Inspiration

"Books are a uniquely portable magic."

"There has never been a statue erected in honor of a critic."

"You never look good trying to make someone else look bad."

"The books we read answer questions we didn't even know existed."

artwork by Jenkow

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