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Mala

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Level 17 Mirror

Familiar

Mossy Cerdae

Energy: 0/50

Personal Style

Apparel

Skin

Scene

Physical Attributes

Battle Stats

Measurements

Length

6.59 m

Wingspan

7.98 m

Weight

452.32 kg

Genetics

Chocolate
Ripple

Hickory
Stripes

Terracotta
Spines

Hatchday

Jun 18, 2016
(8 years)

Breed

Adult
Mirror

Eye Type

Wind
Common

Level 17 Mirror

EXP: 63671 / 81619

STR

AGI

DEF

QCK

INT

VIT

MND

Lineage

Parents

Mud
Eirala

Offspring

Malain

Biography

Mala
The Cadet

Day -2

Mother is a warrior. Her legs are heavy but her wings are strong. The scars that slow her steps and the plumage that gives wind to her wings are both trophies earned in many battles, some before our clan was even formed! It makes such a story! All the battles that mother has seen, that our clan has aided in. Our leader claims that peace is better, but mother says peace is impossible. She says it quietly when he cannot hear, she says his ideals make him a better dragon, she says she doesn't want for him to change. So we will fight instead. I will fight. I was born during a skirmish with the clan of Earth, I was born to fight. Someday I will carry trophies but for now I am too small.Pyiat is teaching me to fight in my head while I wait to grow big enough to fight with my teeth. Mother says she is cunning, even though I find her difficult to understand. She talks with the frills on her head and I don't always know what they're saying.I know I will fly on the wind. I will learn to fight and when I am ready I will fly for the protection of our clan and the glory of Windsinger.

Day -1

I am grown at last, with wings as wide as father's and claws as sharp as mother's. The battlemasters will take me tomorrow to begin my formal training. No more singed toys, no more sticks and rocks, tomorrow I will join in real combat. My friend Sain is worried for me. He came to us from a land of fire and has been a friend and playmate since I was small. He grows still and though one day he will be larger than I am he is still quite small. Sain claims he will protect me when he is big, but I need no protection. I will fight for myself. But he worries all the same. He traded with the alchemist for 'protective gear' and silly me I have promised to wear it. At least it is small. Perhaps it will even come to be useful.

Tomorrow comes soon.

Cadet's Log 1

Battlemaster Ares does not start small. One of the other trainees and I were brought to the ruins where ghosts and beasts of bone... reside? Dwell? 'Live' is not quite the word since they all appear to be dead. Dead and restless, for we were immediately set upon by spirits. Lylen handled himself well enough to avoid their attacks, though he is scarcely more experienced than I. And I... I fear I embarrassed myself. My first true fight, it happened so quickly I could scarce keep my feet beneath me and I do not remember most of it. Ares assured me when I came to that I had done well, and this experience would teach me to be swifter next time.

Cadet's Log 2

Apollomi took us to the field today. She was not born into this clan but she is a dragon of the Wind unlike Ares who started his journey from a clan of Light. My training companion today was Kurbis. He is a bit of a rogue, and tells bad jokes, but even though he is a small dragon he still handles himself better in a fight than I do. He's had more practice, and I too will improve with practice, but it is still irritating. Twice today I was sorely tempted to take a bite out of his tail instead of the burning hound bones we were supposed to be mauling. I hope tomorrow is better.

Cadet's Log 3

Today I got trampled by a wendigo. Monarch should take his 'helpful advice' and shove it up his stripy nose before I strangle him with that ridiculous scarf. I'm glad the clan leader is a healer. I'm glad Rockyrose is a healer. Healers are great. I love all of them.

Cadet's Log 4

My wings are bigger than dad's. I wonder how wide they will grow. Sain is already larger than I am, and he is still growing. Guardians are not enormous, not like some of the Imperials in the clan, but Duskshine is twice as big as I am, and his mate Smolder is almost thrice my size. Sain keeps insisting that he'll protect me. I don't know how to make him understand that even if he grew to be a hundred times my size I don't need his protection. I've spent all my life learning how to look after myself. I want to fight my own battles. I want to fight for Windsinger. I'm not going to hide behind someone else's wings, no matter how pretty they might be.

Cadet's Log 5

Ares brought us somewhere new today. He said that our practice would involve hunting for the clan, and that the swampy forest would be more fruitful than the ruins. The creatures here seem much more edible than the bone and spirit beings in the ruins. And more... friendly. One of them is apparently addled enough by being knocked on the head that it seems to think I'm its parent or some such nonsense.

It is difficult to want to eat it when it follows me about so. Ares keeps a companion, many dragons in our clan do, and this creature is... cute. I suppose. Perhaps I will change my mind if I get hungry later, but our efforts were so fruitful I doubt it will become necessary to eat it. I am glad, because I think I would even feel guilty about it now. It keep giving me that sad hopeful look, almost like Sain when he doesn't want me to go to do battle.

Cadet's Log 6

Apollomi was training some of the younger dragons today and brought me along to assist. Though I am far from being able to rend foes to bits in a single blow it takes more than one beast to knock me off my feet and I can give as good as I get. Not as good as Apollomi or Ares, but they have been battling since before I was an egg in a nest. I will get there if I keep at it. I told the trainees that they would improve with practice as well, they seemed to need to hear it. It was nice to feel competent for a change. I suppose since I've only ever gone with others whose skill level matched or exceeded my own it was difficult to mark my improvements, but watching the newbies it is strange to think I was ever so uncoordinated.

Cadet's Log 7

We fought a huge creature in the ruins. We've fought such things before, but I have never been in a state to remember the outcome of such a battle. I've never been in a state to witness the end of such a battle, I usually come to only to see the pile of ash and bones Ares or Apollomi have reduced it to. I doubt such a thing would be a comforting addition to our lair but it would be much more impressive to have a rattling mass of bone and magic trailing about at my heels than this little meat-creature.

Not that I don't like my moss-covered companion. It seems to have grown on me. I am glad that we did not decide to consume it, it's company is almost soothing. I like flying down to the patch of cliff it lives in now, and it always comes trotting out to see me. It is a good thing that the twins and Silvia frequently tend to this area's plantlife or else my dimwitted pet would likely have been eaten by some hungry stranger it ran up to.

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