Dapple
(#24720960)
Level 25 Guardian
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Energy: 50/50
This dragon’s natural inborn element is Arcane.
Male Guardian
This dragon is hibernating.
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Personal Style
Apparel
Skin
Scene
Measurements
Length
12.88 m
Wingspan
18.92 m
Weight
8446.54 kg
Genetics
Midnight
Iridescent
Iridescent
Midnight
Shimmer
Shimmer
Violet
Glimmer
Glimmer
Hatchday
Breed
Eye Type
Level 25 Guardian
Max Level
STR
7
AGI
6
DEF
8
QCK
5
INT
5
VIT
8
MND
6
Biography
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》B I O G R A P H Y《
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Once with the precursor to the Dreamers, Dapple led the ideal life where he worked on the research and magics he loved with the woman he loved. He had everything in those days and considered himself to be the happiest dragon in the clan. At least, he was until a meteor shower devastated the surrounding area, resulting in raids by the beast clans on dragons. It was during one of those raids that Dapple’s mate died, and so too did Dapple’s carefree love of magic and his research. Though he considered leaving the clan entirely, Dapple realized that doing such a thing could result in others facing the same tragedy as he had, and the guardian found himself rallying under the hope of saving someone else’s loved ones. He trained and honed his skills as a fighter until he was one of the clan’s most experienced warriors. His talent for magic remains, but the guardian finds himself unable to go back to doing what he had done with his love, which is what resulted in him leaving the dreamers for the defenders. Dapple still has not forgiven himself for his mate’s death, despite the years that have passed, though it gets a bit easier with each passing day.
by #418159
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》L O R E《
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Revelation
He awoke in the dead of night, the guardian’s heart thumping in his chest. “You failed,” the voice in his nightmare still echoed around in Dapple’s skull. “You failed,” it asserted even now that he was awake.
He left the lair to clear his head of the nightmare, of the memory of her death. The hollow ache in his chest reminded him to breathe as he heaved in a shaky lungful of the midnight air. She’d always loved the stars, so many nights spent stargazing with her. The stars had been ruined for him, when she’d died under them, exhausted and laid against him. She’d been so calm, even when he’d panicked. She’d been beautiful even then as Dapple held her through her dying breath.
“You let your charge die,” the nightmare asserted. A voice he couldn’t shake as the same dream woke him night after night. “A guardian with no charge, no purpose”, the words didn’t shake him any more. He walked back to the clan and the lair with his heart set on the revelation he’d had in his darkest hour. The clan was his charge, the clan’s protection his purpose now.
He left the lair to clear his head of the nightmare, of the memory of her death. The hollow ache in his chest reminded him to breathe as he heaved in a shaky lungful of the midnight air. She’d always loved the stars, so many nights spent stargazing with her. The stars had been ruined for him, when she’d died under them, exhausted and laid against him. She’d been so calm, even when he’d panicked. She’d been beautiful even then as Dapple held her through her dying breath.
“You let your charge die,” the nightmare asserted. A voice he couldn’t shake as the same dream woke him night after night. “A guardian with no charge, no purpose”, the words didn’t shake him any more. He walked back to the clan and the lair with his heart set on the revelation he’d had in his darkest hour. The clan was his charge, the clan’s protection his purpose now.
by #418159
It was a rainy afternoon, and all of the dragons were huddled up inside of their caves and tents around the lair, keeping their scales dry. Dapple had no preference to whether or not he did his work in the rain or in the sun. Well, not work, exactly. Research? Training? Perhaps a bit of both, he supposed. He was teaching himself a new spell. Well, trying to teach himself. The rain made it difficult, as it wet the page of his book and made the ink runny. Eventually, after a few hours of practice with no good results, he decided to pack up for the day and head back to his home.
Dapple took the long path, the one that went through the forest. He could use a distraction. It was a special day for him. The day he had lost his true love. It was a day he would rather forget. It clawed at his heart, leaving too many scratches to count. So, he pushed it to the back of his mind, and focused on the pattering of the rain on the leaves and on his scales. He focused on the loudness of the silent forest, as everything around him tucked themselves away. He focused on the small breezes of wind that passed by him. In his focused state, he sensed something. Something that seemed a little bit too alive for a day as such. He slowed his pace, ears twitching as he tried to pinpoint the creature. He caught the sound of short, shallow breaths, and turned in the direction they were coming from. He caught a glimpse of large light green eyes, before they disappeared into the forest.
Those eyes could only belong to a Spiral… Dapple thought to himself. And that meant one of two things. Either he had just seen a dragon purely by chance, or he was being watched.
He moved cautiously through the woods from that point on, walking quickly, ever listening to the trees around him. He didn’t hear the dragon again, although somewhere deep inside he could sense it there, watching his every movement. He had trained for things such as this before, and knew what to do, but still, it scared him. He wasn’t afraid for himself. No, he was afraid for his friends. In case they got taken hostage in some event in which Dapple would have to pay ransom for them. Or worse, if one of them got killed because of him. He stopped walking, his legs freezing below him. He attempted to move them again, to press onward, but they were stuck. He was stuck. Trapped by his own fear.
The rain let up after a couple of hours. Dapple had found it in himself to move a little bit, taking shelter under the large boughs of an oak tree. Every now and then, he thought he heard his follower stir a bit in the bushes. More often than not it was only some woodland creature. But, every now and then, he caught a glimpse of those eyes. The large, grass colored eyes that stared at him for a moment before disappearing.
“I know you’re there. I know you can hear me. So listen up.” Dapple demanded after his third sighting of the eyes.
“I’m tired of you tailing me around like this. Show yourself, so I can see you in the flesh.”
No response. Not even a sound. Dapple sighed heavily.
“If you want me, then come and get me. I’m not going anywhere.” He told his stalker. A small rustle came from the bushes. Dapple watched as slowly, almost silently, as the long slender body of a spiral female appeared. She was wearing a hood over her face and a mask to cover her mouth, so that only her eyes were visible, and her wings and her body were hidden by a long leather cloak. Dapple barely glimpsed shimmering green runes on her scales before they were cast into shadow.
“Who are you?” He asked her. She reached up and pulled back her hood, revealing obsidian starmap scales, bright green runes lacing them.
“My name is Vale.” She responded, pulling her mask down so that she could speak.
“Why are you following me?” He questioned. Vale smirked.
“All in good time, my friend. Here, get up.” She offered him her claw. He looked at her for a moment, and then pushed her hand away and stood up on his own.
“So, you’re going to take me somewhere then?” Dapple questioned. Vale smiled.
“Sharp as ever Dapple.” She commented, her eyes flashing gold for a moment. She blinked a few times and then rubbed them both as if she had just woken up.
“Sorry.” She mumbled, wincing a little bit. Dapple narrowed his eyes at her, but made no further comment. Something strange was going on.
She led Dapple further away from the lair, to his relief. They walked and flew in intervals. When Vale was tired of walking, they flew, and when she was tired of flying, they walked. Dapple could have easily escaped, most likely without Vale even noticing he was gone until she looked back, but he was curious. Curious enough to possibly put himself in danger, although, he doubted he was in any. Vale stopped suddenly, holding her head in her hands.
“Are you alright?” Dapple asked her, moving forward so that he was positioned beside her. She waved him away.
“I’m fine.” She growled, standing up again and opening her wings.
“Come on, we’re almost there.” She told him. Dapple nodded, spreading his wings as well. They took to the skies.
The place they had been headed was a small cave. Well, at least, it looked small. Truth be told, Dapple couldn’t see the inside. The entrance was blocked by a large boulder. Someone had dug through it, creating a door of sorts. Hushed whispers came from the inside. The voices sounded urgent, afraid, even. There must have been at least eight of them, although Dapple wasn’t sure. Vale knocked on the door a few times. A small slot slid open, revealing a pair of eyes not unlike Vale’s.
“Changeling?” The voice asked suspiciously. Vale rolled her eyes.
“For the Gladekeepers sake, open the door.” She moaned.
“It’s her.” The dragon called out behind him. The slot closed, and a few locks were undone. Then, the door swung inward.
“After you.” Vale gestured.
The inside of the cave was much larger than it looked. In the center of the large cavern was a stone table, seemingly carved out of the very rock that the cave was made of. Sixteen stone seats sat around the table, and at each one, a dragon. Except for two empty chairs.
“Come.” Vale ordered, walking over and sitting in one of the empty chairs. Dapple sat in the other.
“What’s this all about?” He asked, glancing nervously at the door, an escape plan already forming in his mind. An old-looking yellow and green mirror drew in a breath.
"Welcome, Dapple." He wheezed.
"Who are you?" Dapple demanded. The dragons all smiled at each other before truning back to him.
“We are the Council of Dragons.” The mirror grinned.
“Council of…” Dapple looked at each dragon sitting at the table. Each one was a different breed, as far as he could tell. He had heard stories of the Council of the Dragons when he was young. How they had created the first lair, how they fought off all of the monsters and demons. Dapple blinked a few times.
“You mean to tell me that you all were alive when Sornlieth was formed?” He questioned. The dragons laughed.
“Of course not.” A sparkly pink bogsneak chuckled.
“Some of us have been around for a few hundred years. Others only a couple of decades.” The mirror informed him.
“The old ones passed many years ago. We are their predecessors.” A golden skydancer said.
“But what does that have to do with me?” Dapple inquired, even though he almost knew the answer.
“You see, recently, the last of the old ones left us. Our guardian. Phsycanthos.” A small navy fae answered.
“He was the best of us. An amazing fighter, more skilled than any could imagine.” The mirror added.
“We went searching for a new guardian fighter, but none were as skilled.”
“Then, one day, I happened to overhear a few dragons speaking of a mighty guardian with a sword of magic.” A imperial grinned.
“And it was me.” Dapple finished. The mirror nodded.
“I was sent to find you. Luckily for me, you happened to be alone. So, I brought you back here.” Vale told him. Dapple looked around at each of the dragons again, in a new view. These dragons were the Council of Dragons. Stories had been told about them. Dapple shook his head, attempting to clear it.
“We want you to join us, Dapple.” The mirror smiled. Vale pulled a stone out of her bag and slid it over to Dapple. He stared at it for a moment in shock. It was an old dusty arcane runestone.
“Was this..?” Dapple breathed. The fae nodded.
“Phsycanthos’s himselves.” He grinned, pulling a runestone of his own out.
“We each have one.” A wildclaw informed him. Dapple stared at each stone individually. The plague runestone of Marksyth, the nature runestone of Tellenoth, the shadow runestone of Scarborough. He drew in a breath, looking down at the runestone he had been offered. It emanated a frail purple light, the symbol of the Arcanist on it shimmering weakly. He reached out, but then pulled away.
“Are you sure I’m the right one?” He asked the Council. They all nodded simultaneously. Dapple took a deep breath, bracing himself.
“Alright.” He whispered, picking up the runestone. It began to glow brilliantly, blinding everyone around him. He heard a few panicked shouts, and then everything went quiet. Dapple waited for a few moments, the only sound his own heartbeat. Then, he heard a voice. A familiar voice. A special voice. A voice he hadn’t heard since… since thirteen years ago… He drew in a deep breath as the voice repeated its call.
“Dapple?”
And he knew he had to answer.
by #513078
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