Cynfael
(#24375708)
650g
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Energy: 50/50
This dragon’s natural inborn element is Lightning.
Male Skydancer
This dragon is hibernating.
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Personal Style
Apparel
Skin
Scene
Measurements
Length
3.67 m
Wingspan
5.02 m
Weight
398.5 kg
Genetics
Ice
Petals
Petals
Moon
Shimmer
Shimmer
Orca
Glimmer
Glimmer
Hatchday
Breed
Eye Type
Level 1 Skydancer
EXP: 0 / 245
STR
4
AGI
5
DEF
4
QCK
9
INT
9
VIT
4
MND
9
Biography
The Lunar Prince
Cynfael
A symphony.
He remembered nothing else but the darkness and the song that woke him, that let him open his eyes again.
It was a symphony in the night, a thousand specks of light swirling, pulling, dancing about in the air.
The flowers seemed to hum with a spectral light, and the smell...
It was simply amazing...
He could lie there forever, but something compelled him to move from his resting place, life crackling on his fingertips and on his lips as he breathed in the cool air, blue taking in the depth of night and its bioluminescent life.
Cynfael sat up, pulling his legs in and pressing his palms into his ankles.
Silver strands of hair drifting about lazily, an almost-curtain.
In an instant he knew who he was. He knew why he was here, he knew what his purpose in waking up in this meadow was.
To be a leader.
To establish a home.
There would be more coming soon, arriving just as he did. From where, he knew not, but it didn't matter. They would simply be here, ready to join their Prince in the Court.
Questions like that could wait... He knew that.
It was time to give life to the Silverwood.
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Appearance references:
Thus far, Cynfael has cost me:
210kt (adoption fees bro)
560kt (accent)
1125g (a bundle of gossamer type sylvan things...)
I will never make it all back, but I'll totally layer it with grove of siren stuff because it's not /blue/ enough...
The Lunar Guard
Ehlen
She was the spirit's second taste of war.
Lying alone, bloodied, fatigued from a long time running, no one knows what the Silverwood spirit saw in her. Armor breached, one fold of metal still digging deep into her wound.
Like she'd nearly been bitten in half.
The spirit hated war. War was what kept it from seeing the world, and yet, the skydancer drenched in it received his mercy.
She was dying.
Ehlen can remember running, remember trying to stop the blood, praying she wasn't found, but... The creature who did it to her, and evidence of the wound itself... missing.
All of it gone. Missing.
She knew she was a mercenary, that fighting for someone was her job, but only the gods knew who she was fighting for at the time, and what took her down.
Dizzy, the first of her first clearer memories are of the meadow, the soft pastel glow of all of those colorful flowers, she'd seen the Starwood strand before, but this wasn't it. It was close, but it was so far.
She expected there to be pain when she sat up, but there was none, and she watched as he walked through the flaming portal within the tree, and, she didn't know him.
She tried to kill him. Her left arm was limp, devoid of feeling still, but his eyes were wide with shock when Ehlen tackled him to the ground, her one good hand wrapped around his throat, a million questions bubbling in her mind.
But she was too weak to actually hurt him. The meadow hadn't had enough time to work with her, and she'd woken up early, anyways.
She was his first taste of war.
And she would quickly come to realize who he was, who she should be, what she was here for.
His princess. And guardian.
A royal warrior of the court.
Cynfael
Prince of the Silverwood Court
A symphony.
He remembered nothing else but the darkness and the song that woke him, that let him open his eyes again.
It was a symphony in the night, a thousand specks of light swirling, pulling, dancing about in the air.
The flowers seemed to hum with a spectral light, and the smell...
It was simply amazing...
He could lie there forever, but something compelled him to move from his resting place, life crackling on his fingertips and on his lips as he breathed in the cool air, blue taking in the depth of night and its bioluminescent life.
Cynfael sat up, pulling his legs in and pressing his palms into his ankles.
Silver strands of hair drifting about lazily, an almost-curtain.
In an instant he knew who he was. He knew why he was here, he knew what his purpose in waking up in this meadow was.
To be a leader.
To establish a home.
There would be more coming soon, arriving just as he did. From where, he knew not, but it didn't matter. They would simply be here, ready to join their Prince in the Court.
Questions like that could wait... He knew that.
It was time to give life to the Silverwood.
Gallery:
Appearance references:
Thus far, Cynfael has cost me:
210kt (adoption fees bro)
560kt (accent)
1125g (a bundle of gossamer type sylvan things...)
I will never make it all back, but I'll totally layer it with grove of siren stuff because it's not /blue/ enough...
The Lunar Guard
Ehlen
Princess of the Silverwood Court
She was the spirit's second taste of war.
Lying alone, bloodied, fatigued from a long time running, no one knows what the Silverwood spirit saw in her. Armor breached, one fold of metal still digging deep into her wound.
Like she'd nearly been bitten in half.
The spirit hated war. War was what kept it from seeing the world, and yet, the skydancer drenched in it received his mercy.
She was dying.
Ehlen can remember running, remember trying to stop the blood, praying she wasn't found, but... The creature who did it to her, and evidence of the wound itself... missing.
All of it gone. Missing.
She knew she was a mercenary, that fighting for someone was her job, but only the gods knew who she was fighting for at the time, and what took her down.
Dizzy, the first of her first clearer memories are of the meadow, the soft pastel glow of all of those colorful flowers, she'd seen the Starwood strand before, but this wasn't it. It was close, but it was so far.
She expected there to be pain when she sat up, but there was none, and she watched as he walked through the flaming portal within the tree, and, she didn't know him.
She tried to kill him. Her left arm was limp, devoid of feeling still, but his eyes were wide with shock when Ehlen tackled him to the ground, her one good hand wrapped around his throat, a million questions bubbling in her mind.
But she was too weak to actually hurt him. The meadow hadn't had enough time to work with her, and she'd woken up early, anyways.
She was his first taste of war.
And she would quickly come to realize who he was, who she should be, what she was here for.
His princess. And guardian.
A royal warrior of the court.
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