Amiens
(#23724985)
Level 1 Tundra
Familiar
Hibernal Starbear
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This dragon’s natural inborn element is Ice.
Male Tundra
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Personal Style
Apparel
Skin
Scene
Measurements
Length
3.77 m
Wingspan
3.26 m
Weight
412.6 kg
Genetics
Rose
Cherub
Cherub
Rose
Peregrine
Peregrine
Banana
Stained
Stained
Hatchday
Breed
Eye Type
Level 1 Tundra
EXP: 0 / 245
STR
7
AGI
6
DEF
6
QCK
5
INT
7
VIT
7
MND
7
Biography
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Amiens
The Baker
The look of angel cake; the taste of devil cake
Arrived in the Clarus Clan on May 18, 2016
Amiens was born in a far-off land, to a Clan of a somewhat - questionable - reputation. He was not with his family for long, for the merchants of Clan Thanatos were eager to make a profit off of him and his siblings and their perfect genetics from the moment they were born. The lovely colours, the patterned swirl of their fur, and the subtlety of their Ice eyes… This all made for a hefty price tag. Like his brothers and sisters, Amiens spent only a pawful of days with his family in his birth Clan before he was purchased by a passing group of traveling artisans, a troupe composed primarily of dancers and musicians. Seen merely as a token of good fortune to his Clan, Amiens was brought along on their journeys. He watched from the sidelines, always by the stage but never allowed a moment on stage. He was their lucky charm, and as the troupe’s luck grew, Amiens’ jagged pride grew as well. He did not want a moment in the spotlight, but he certainly adored the praise his troupe gave him at the end of each performance. And that’s how he began to see them - as his. |
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Having once been helpful and eager to do his part, he slowly shifted his approach. He had never learned kindness nor generosity, and so over time, the meaner parts made their appearance. It came in small changes, minor habits, which manifested until they built a monster. His troupe did not see this development until it was too late, and then their pretty good luck charm became the curse of their demise. It started and ended in the same fateful moment, during a rainy night’s production of Phantom of the Tangled Wood, with an attack on the producer behind the caravan’s pull-out stage. He was overcome with a rage which he couldn’t quell, and it resulted with the producer’s wing torn, and Amien’s left eye scratched out. Their cries and snarls ripped through the small stage they had set up, and the show came to a crashing halt. The performers raced over to see what was happening. Those in the audience were struck by the violence they glimpsed past the blood-red curtain, which was swiftly pulled over the stage to hide the sight beyond. Only one brave soul peeked through the curtain, a large crystal dragon from the northern Naturelands, and she stepped forward to pull the Tundra off of the Coatl. Feathers and fur were everywhere, slowly drifting to cover the ground behind the caravan. |
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“Is this how you treat us?” the Coatl snarled to Amiens, blood clotting at her wing joints. “After all we’ve done for you? We took you in, we have cared for and clothed you!” “All you ever wanted was my charm,” Amiens spat in return, hardly feeling the pain of his missing eye. “I’ve had enough. I am ready to take what is mine!” “I will take him,” the Nature dragoness interrupted, her voice loud and clear, leaving no room for any argument. “I promise he will be cared for,” she said to the troupe, “and he will have no chance to harm another.” The Tundra’s tail swished. He regarded the Guardian with displeasure. “I do not need caring after,” he said firmly. “I will make my own way.” And so he did. The troupe was keen to be rid of him after his violent outburst, but even as he left - hardly packing his belongings, for he cared for very little - the Guardian followed after him, apologetic to the others even though the Tundra was not her responsibility. She did not falter, even when the Tundra bared his fangs in her direction. She was much larger than him, with scales made to survive even the toughest attack, and even he was not rash enough to consider attacking her. "My name is Columbia," she said to the Tundra as she followed him in the rain. He kept walking, ignoring her. "I think you're my Charge." This was said with a curious realization. She saw that there was a darkness lurking beneath his purebred, angelic appearance, and she wondered what to do with herself now that they were bound. "You are mistaken," Amiens told her bluntly. But of course she wasn't. And so Columbia did not return to her Clan but remained by Amiens' side. She wanted to show him her Clan, her life, but he was not a willing participant, and moreover she did not want to bring in such trouble; though she knew that her Clan would care for him properly, not treat him merely as a charm like the troupe had done. She did not feel the need to protect her Clan; only to protect him from himself. “You are no match for me,” the Tundra snarled at her, day after day. And day after day, the Guardian would only hum in response. They both knew that she was a match for him; made especially for him, in fact. And she would wear him down if she had to, following after him til the end of her days. It took a moon or two, but the Tundra finally began to open up to her, only because he was tired of ignoring her, her bright eyes and her shining scales. She was too large, too intense, too present for him to pretend she did not exist. It began as it normally did, with small talk - tiny, tiny talk. |
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A few words.
“It stopped raining.”
Insignificant comments.
“The hunt went well, I see.”
Idle remarks.
“Your wings are remarkably shiny.”
Until it turned to offers he had only before witnessed.
“Is that bag too heavy to carry?”
Gestures from a true spark of kindness.
“Do you want any of this petal salad?”
And the embers of a friendship.
“So, tell me about this Clan of yours. You must miss them?”
It turns out Columbia did. Terribly. She had left behind an older brother to follow him, a sulky Tundra with only the desire to stomp around, bringing misery wherever he could. He had been a lucky charm for so long, carrying good luck on his shoulders, that he wanted to give turn to bad luck, too. But with Columbia by his side, he realized that wasn’t as important anymore. Finally, Amiens turned to her side. “Show me your Clan, will you?” And Columbia was only too happy to. She brought him to the Viridian Labyrinth, where the Clarus Clan was only too happy to take him in. “What skills do you bring to the Clan?” the Pearlcatcher Aurora asked as she eyed him astutely. She made note of his missing eye, but made no comment on it, for which Columbia was grateful. “I am lucky, people tell me,” Amiens said with a shrug. “Luck won’t cut it, I’m afraid,” Aurora said. Columbia shifted her weight, looming over Amiens’ shoulder; her eyes glinted in a way caught between anxiety and aggravation. Amiens narrowed his eye, and his tail swished, but he kept his place. The itch in his claws to draw blood instead drew deep streaks in the soil underpaw. “I used to bake pretty well,” he said, the lie slipping out flawlessly. Columbia made a low noise in the back of her throat; Aurora glanced between the two, unsure of what to make of this. “We do have a spot open in the Merchant Market,” Aurora said, her words slow and thoughtful. “Could whip it into shape for a bakery. You’d be happy there?” “Merchant's Market? It sounds like it’ll work,” Amiens said with a toothy grin. His heart thrilled. He had found a home - even if it meant having to learn how to bake overnight. He wasn't worried - with some luck, he'd manage just fine. |
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