Mint
(#23359701)
Level 7 Tundra
Familiar
Sickle Kamaitachi
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Energy: 48/50
This dragon’s natural inborn element is Nature.
Male Tundra
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Personal Style
Apparel
Skin
Scene
Measurements
Length
3.95 m
Wingspan
3.17 m
Weight
377.93 kg
Genetics
Blood
Skink
Skink
Emerald
Stripes
Stripes
Leaf
Firefly
Firefly
Hatchday
Breed
Eye Type
Level 7 Tundra
EXP: 244 / 11881
STR
13
AGI
28
DEF
11
QCK
18
INT
11
VIT
8
MND
12
Biography
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Mint
Hoarder of Hatchlings  |
Mint had always been one of the quiet ones in his clan. Never caused any trouble, never stood out too much, he was one of the dragons that were merely there; his presence never making an impact around him. And he was fine with that. He lent help where ever it was needed; from watching over new hatchlings in the nursery to tagging along with the guards as they ran through their patrols. He tried everything he could and yet, unlike his brethren and sisters, nothing called to his attention. As he watched friends and siblings grow into their desired jobs, Mint was left feeling restless and unsure. He ignored that sense of unease, telling himself that he would come into his own eventually. There was no rush. Until then, he would continue to help where ever they needed an extra body. |
The Incident
It was a devastating morning for Mint's clan.
A small band of Defector centaurs stormed through their liar, riding hard and fast towards the nursery. It was such an unexpected, rushed attack that the guards were slow to react. They managed to kill one of the Defectors but the others had reached the nursery, storming in with their spears and bows.
Mint was inside, overseeing the eggs and newly born hatchlings as the elder nurse was away on an errand. He looked up when he heard the sounds of yelling, hooves stamping against the ground. A centaur barged through the doors, wood splintering everywhere as the centaur aimed an arrow at a hatchling and fired.
The stench of blood filled the room as more hatchlings died; Mint too shocked to react until it was too late. Blood stained the ground and so many futures were gone in a mere few seconds.
"No, no, no, no, NO!"
Rage broke Mint out of his shock, slamming into a centaur, crushing him against the wall. The air was heavy with shouting, blood fouling the room, and Mint desperately tried to fight off the other centaurs. He made a mad dash to the few remaining cluster of eggs, determined to fight them off, snarling and baring teeth as he crouched over the eggs.
Mint withstood the attacks, deflecting arrows with his wings, protecting the few with everything he had until the guards came in, chasing away the rest of the centaurs. He didn't move until it was quiet. He forcibly relaxed his tensed up body, shuffling back to see the dozen eggs he was able to save.
He was scared to see the rest of the room. But he needed to see if by some miracle any hatchlings were spared. But all he saw were the corpses of babies that were so full of energy only a few minutes ago.
And to his horror, he saw the lifeless bodies of his matriarch's babies.
The clan didn't blame him, speaking of his bravery to defend the remaining eggs. The Matriarch didn't blame him, consoling him and ushering him to a healer to tend to his wounds.
Mint blamed himself though. If only he was stronger. If only he was bigger. If he had detected the centaurs early, maybe, just maybe he could have saved more lives.
So many ifs and no one had an answer.
In the middle of the night, when the clan was asleep after mourning their losses, when there was a rotation in the patrols, Mint left without a word.
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Mint left with his wounds unchecked, hastily wrapping what he could reach. When his mind supplied the reasoning why he didn't let the healers patch him up, he duly ignored the thought. He curled himself around the same fire he built, tucked away in an open cave nestled somewhere in the Shrieking Wilds, distancing himself from the Everbloom Gardens and his clan. He mourned the loss of the hatchlings, berated himself for his weakness. Mint went to sleep with poisonous thoughts, feeling like he deserved every one. |
 
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