LivingIce

LIVING
|| Living Ice Sculpture ||


Uh-oh, looks like this frozen gal wandered a little too far from her home lair (Monocrow, 237192), and now she's off to see the world! If ever you feel the urge to exalt, she'd really appreciate it if you could just return her home instead, or to the 'Dragons Off To See The World' thread, here.

Born in the Blacksand Annex, Living had a fiery soul discontented with working at her forge. She longed to travel the world, spreading her passion for intricate metalwork far and wide. She left the nest, taking flight, letting the ash on her wings fall... Living traveled from the Ashfall Wastes to the Windswept Plateau but was sorely disappointed in the reception she received there: not many liked the idea of metalwork, seeing it as something to weigh them down. She did not spend long there, traveling until she reached the Starfall Isles. There she met a Tundra named Austrial, and she stayed with her clan awhile, crafting amulets and statuettes and armor pieces. But her need to explore struck once again, and she left for the Southern Icefield.

A blizzard blew up as she travelled towards The Fortress of Ends, but she did not stop, foolhardy in her belief that there would be a break in the storm. Blinded by snow, she stepped on a hard, cold item... it was an Ice Runestone. Looking at it, her claws going numb, Living saw that it was melting as ice began to encase her foot - her leg -

Panicking that she would become frozen like the Icewarden's captives, she tried to retreat. Making it to the Snowsquall Tundra, the ice now travelling up her neck, she thought she could just see the tops of the arcane spires... home. She collapsed, holding them in her sight, as the final ice crystals frosted over her face...

She came to, surprised. Her body was stiff, and cold, and she could see ice shards on her flank. Desperately, she looked at her reflection in a puddle: as she'd feared, ice crystals covered her entire. But her bright orange eyes remained the same: her soul clung to the Flamecaller's heat, keeping her alive. Overjoyed, she traveled home, only to find a flurry of activity. Though shocked at her changed appearance, Austrial welcomed Living with open wings and agreed to try for a magical solution to her malady as soon as the clan was settled in their new home in the Scarred Wasteland.

Living stayed with them til long after no magic was found to work. She saw Austrial transform into a Nocturne and then into a Ridgeback, before the clan's leadership was passed into the claws of Kuro. Many members had changed their appearance or moved on to other clans, and finally Living decided she'd lingered long enough.

Her warm soul still burned for adventure.



“You're as cold as ice
You're willing to sacrifice our love
You never take advice
Someday you'll pay the price, I know
I've seen it before
It happens all the time
Closing the door
You leave the world behind
You're digging for gold
Yet throwing away
A fortune in feelings
But someday you'll pay”

Flamecaller and Icewarden and all the rest of the Eleven, how she hated that song. And how she hated those who sang it at her, as if they were making a clever observation.

“You're as cold as ice
You're willing to sacrifice our love
You want paradise
But someday you'll pay the price, I know
I've seen it before
It happens all the time
Closing the door
You leave the world behind
You're digging for gold
Yet throwing away
A fortune in feelings
But someday you'll pay”

And of course they always had to finish the damn thing.



Living came to the Sunbeam Lanternhouse in the hopes that Light magic would succeed where Arcane magic had failed. She was disappointed to discover that its residents did not house any great mages at all, whether wielders of Light magic or not. In fact, the closest they had to a mage was Schuyler, and he was more an academic.

Though she spent some time in their Meadow at Schuyler's suggestion, and she found it pleasant to look at all the lush vegetation and listen to the hidden wildlife, the flooding sunbeams had no effect on her icy exterior.



Hearing wind of a living icicle, a gorgeous skydancer sought out the traveler. Excitedly the young skydancer offered a place to stay in her clan for a bit while she studied the curse. She introduced herself as Sugarspun, the president of the Magic guild. A spark of hope flickered in the travelers heart, thinking to herself ‘could she reverse my curse?’ But after a recutting some other spellcasters and several attempts at a variety different spells, it was clear that there was no effect from the guilds Magic on the traveler. She was little disappointed but expected the outcome.

Sugarspun looked disappointed too but smiled kindly, “Well, we tried... hmm actually follow me! I’d like you to meet my mate! You two seem like you’d get along,” following Sugarspun she brought the traveler to her mate, a pink sky dancer who seemed to be... melting? He looked up from the tome he was reading, and laughs a bit “they got you too huh?” After some talking the two sky dancers realized they were both given physical curses by something in the Ice Wardens land. They were each ecstatic to meet someone so similar to themselves. The dragon, Cream, showed the traveler around and helped her settle in for a stay before she hit the road again.

She hoped to one day cross these dragons paths once again, but the call to continue her ventures were too loud to ignore.



Finding her way to the Ashfall waste once again she stumbled across a returning gathering team from the clan of Celestial Pyres. She was welcomed back to take a rest and recuperate before continuing. Grateful for the invitation she followed after the team. Once inside the tunnels the clan occupied she found herself drawn to the very depths.

As she continued to go further down the heat started to dissipate. The tunnels became damp and moss was growing along the walls. Still she continued to go deeper. The sheen of water started to become frost as she descended further until there was pure ice and no more growth. Soon she found herself in front of an opening that the cool air was coming out of. Inside there were two wildclaws they introduced themselves as Sincerity and Pride.

She spent her time with the pair in their laboratory enjoying the quiet that was absent elsewhere in the tunnels of the clan. But soon it was time for her to continue her journey. She wished the pair well and confirmed she would visit again as her travels allowed.



Living traveled for a while, not really finding anything of interest, until she found herself in a shadow clan by accident. This place was sometimes almost as cold as the Southern Icefield. Cursing her bad luck, she decided she'd just stay here until she got the strength to continue with her travels.

A few days in, however, she discovered that this place was home to several mages and magic experts. Unfortunately, none of the mages in this clan knew what to do about her condition, but they were happy to let her stay as long as she liked.

During her stay, the clan began to celebrate the Brightshine Jubilee, and although it was only a holiday, the bright June sun warmed her through her icy prison. After the holiday, she thanked her guests and left in the night.



Living once more went off and found herself needing to rest when she reached the Crystalspine Mountain. Upon touching down, she nearly couldn't stay standing. From a patch of bushes, she thought she saw a Skydancer emerge, but she couldn't tell by the time she passed out.

Upon waking up, she found herself in a warm den and soft murmurs nearby. Sitting up, she saw a Skydancer who looked very much like a bush. So it wasn't a dream!
"Hi there," came a soft voice. "I'm Rivalen, I'm glad I was out on lookout duty when you came by, my dear." She said, handing Living a steaming bowl.
Living took the bowl and ate it, finding that it didn't instantly cool in her mouth and did in fact make it to her stomach still warm.
"I'm Living," she introduced. "I'm trying to find a cure for what happened to me."
Rivalen gave a small nod.
"We likely won't be of much help, our only 'mage'," she put the word in quotes. "Are young and work in potions. I do hope the stew isn't too hot for you."
Living shook her head.
"I'm actually surprised at how warm it is," she commented, eating some more. Rivalen smiled softly.
"That's Zuu and Ellis for ya, they might bicker and squabble, but those girls do make for fine potion masters when it's needed," Riva said.

After staying for a few days, Living left with a Wildclaw that had stayed for a long while. They decided to travel together, even if just for a short while.