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Tahvi

(#24320457)

Level 25 Obelisk

Familiar

Spirit of Earth

Energy: 50/50

Personal Style

Apparel

Skin

Scene

Physical Attributes

Battle Stats

Measurements

Length

11.09 m

Wingspan

16.26 m

Weight

8334.22 kg

Genetics

Copper
Speckle

Pumpkin
Striation

Caramel
Underbelly

Hatchday

Jun 08, 2016
(7 years)

Breed

Adult
Obelisk

Eye Type

Earth
Common

Level 25 Obelisk

Max Level

STR

AGI

DEF

QCK

INT

VIT

MND

Lineage

Parents

none

Offspring

none

Biography

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MAIN THEME - DUST DEVIL
THE DUNES ARE DECEPTIVE. TREAD LIGHTLY.
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"Nothing lasts forever. That’s how you know it’s worth something."

❁ STORY
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An enigmatic figure (and some would argue there are enough of those already) with a past spoken of only in the whispers of a sweltering westerly, Tahvi defies the easy sorrows of her yesterdays by being surprisingly sunny in disposition. While she remains a dragon of few words – a firm believer in actions rather than talk – and lingers most commonly on the fringes, just within sight and never quite out of mind, she brings a little ray of happiness to whatever corner she stands in. Not knowing her past used to trouble her, especially when paired with her insatiable desire to uncover the mysteries of the past, but she’s long since decided it’s much nicer to simply accept that some things are beyond knowing. And, taking a leaf out of Serri’s book, concluded that it might even be better not to know.

This form of pragmatism, naturally, holds true only to her own past. The histories of the dead she still studiously attempts to unravel. Tahvi often disappears for weeks or months at a time before blowing back into the lair with tales of far off ruins, her belts heavy with relics and long lost treasures. Stealing is such a crude term, she prefers to think of it as rediscovery (and if it makes her a tidy sum, so what?). Her adventuring and proclivity to acquire things inexplicably are the more mundane of her activities. (The storing of histories in golems or lengthy debates with Pencil over proper library decorum are similarly easily explained.)

It is her magic that, like dust on the wind, is so hard to quite comprehend. Like Aora, Tahvi’s is an old craft, something secret and lost. (But she’s never truly lost.) Tahvi has a strange connection with the earth itself, an ancient pact of sorts. The earth speaks to her, just like River always believed it would to her. The sands shift beneath her paws and dance to her emotions, they curse those who do her wrong (entire clans, perhaps, cursed to meet a terrible fate), and settle around shoulders in an ominous blanket, a reminder. Tahvi can find things, too. A talent that sounds so drab on the surface, but when the things she’s finding have been lost for millennia (or more recently and thoroughly misplaced by careless clanmates) becomes much more impressive. For Tahvi, the earth lights up in strings of glittering dust motes that only she can see, pointing the way towards something incredible, something lost. Something like her. And sometimes the earth tells her things; things about how dragons began, about the secrets of their ancestors and the dusty tombs they lie in. Those things she gives stone markers, gold in the right light and luminescent in the dark. Warnings.

In spite of the dust shrouding her past and the things she’s seen, Tahvi remains defiantly cheerful. She believes in hope and in second chances. She fills tomb stones with stories of the deceased so their memory can live on and she watches the sun rise every morning knowing with certainty that each day is a fresh start.

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ORIGIN / Tahvi doesn’t know her family – doesn’t remember them, rather – as she was only young when the clan was… well… truthfully it’s a bit of a mystery what happened to them. They were ancient and wise and powerful, a clan where magic was sacred. And one day they simply vanished, lost to the hot westerly breeze, blown to dust and gone forever. Their only remnant is Tahvi and she knows little of the powers she holds, of the curses her family muttered in the hazy evenings. But secretly she wonders if perhaps, one day, she might find something of where she came from. Even if she knows it would be best if her past remains lost.

Fact / Born of the shimmering desert sands, Tahvi is hot winds and swirling dust, dry herbs and haunted gold. She is something regal and powerful, part of an ancient family; the sand incarnate. If it belongs to the earth, it belongs to her. Found by Snappers who didn’t understand her but taught her anyway, a runaway, a raider of ruins, a wandering desert thief, lost. But in the desert she’s never truly lost. The earth speaks to her and she found things, terrible things, incredible things. Sometimes she believes getting lost is the only way to find the things really worth looking for.

Likes / Warm sandy breezes, the beach as well as the desert, ruins and the artefacts and mysteries they hide. She enjoys natural history and uncovering details of past civilisations and the remnants of the languages they spoke (something that thoroughly pleases Kairos). Also citrus fruit.

Dislikes / When she’s assumed to be frail or incapable due to her size; she’s uncommonly small, always has been. Most won’t say anything to her face, but the obvious pity in their eyes annoys her. Often her frustration results in misfortune for the individual in question.

Interests / Like River, she collects precious stones. Unlike River, she uses them to power golems. These imposing creations are scattered about the clan’s territory, each a different form and serving any one of myriad functions. Some stand stationary sentinel at the borders or near important sites, others help out around the lair, and many act as repositories for the wealth of information Tahvi collects. Some few act as warnings; for there are things in the world that the earth knows – things it has to hide – and Tahvi believes that others need protecting from them.

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RELATIONS
Aora – Mate
Feldspar – Older Brother
Riverstone – Adoptive Mother
Jaelyr – Linguist

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Random Dragon: 22nd April 2023

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