Nayru
(#24954354)
Level 19 Skydancer
Familiar
Phoenix
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Energy: 50/50
This dragon’s natural inborn element is Light.
Female Skydancer
This dragon is hibernating.
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Personal Style
Apparel
Skin
Scene
Measurements
Length
4.44 m
Wingspan
3.61 m
Weight
742.71 kg
Genetics
Eggplant
Metallic
Metallic
Sunset
Butterfly
Butterfly
Marigold
Runes
Runes
Hatchday
Breed
Eye Type
Level 19 Skydancer
EXP: 31183 / 104563
STR
99
AGI
9
DEF
6
QCK
50
INT
7
VIT
11
MND
7
Lineage
Parents
- none
Offspring
- none
Biography
-art by @shrimp
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◆ Dune Spirit
mysterious - wise - graceful
━━━━━━━━━ Strength ★★✰✰✰ Courage ★★★★✰ Wisdom ★★★★★ Intelligence ★★★★✰ Charisma ★✰✰✰✰ Magic ★★★★✰ ━━━━━━━━━ 
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Nayru is a quiet traveller of the shimmering sands, known to never speak. Her actions are fair and just and she speaks through a dance of fire and silk.The gentle chiming of gold follows her wherever she goes. "I’m sitting under the palm trees with my legs dangling in the lukewarm water, wings bleeding saturated orange at my sides. They match too perfectly the sunset backdrop that I call home, where time seems infinite; the sand never stops pouring through the hourglass, for the hourglass never stops revolving. Sand is endlessly peppering my skin, grating my once smooth shape into a stalwart variation. And maybe that’s why they’re afraid of me. In reality, I’m not quite sure the true reason they turn away. When I feel their colors pressing against my eyes, and their figure dashing up the dunes towards me, I stand tall and spread my arms wide; I give them a warm welcome, I offer them the gift of my friendship. Not once has someone run into my arms. They blow past me, as quickly as a freak storm. They discard me as if I’m no more than a mirage, and not the hearth-hearted dragon inside. I am not your fantasy, I think to myself, waiting in the blanketing perpetual suspense, I am not your enemy. I am no more than a worn soul who wants to be seen. |
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It does not go differently, no matter what I try. They do not come if I lay down. They do not stop if I come to them. They do not speak if I sway my hips and summon the essence of fire to dance harmlessly upon my palm; no, they do not take a second look even when I move to block their way. I’ve watched and listened for so many years that I thought I could use my library of knowledge to heal the broken. But it was then that I realized that they don’t want help. Why would I assume someone running desperately through the desert is looking for emotional support, more than food and water? And why don’t they stop when they see those necessities at my side, ready to be served at a moment’s notice? My wisdom is complimentary; if you don’t like the raspberry filling, you don’t have to even so much as take a sniff. I won’t complain. But why don’t you at least come sit down on my tarp and have a sip of the ichor your dry throat craves? If you’re hurting, you should act upon it. Whether it’s speaking with me or having a drink, you can save yourself. Why don’t you? They think hurting feels good. But I beg to differ. |
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I don’t think this feels good anymore. There’s nobody here to pity me. There are no shoulders to cry on, nobody to tuck the child within into bed. Being lonely hurts, and being lonely means that nobody can make you feel good when you’re hurting. I am so wise, and yet it took me thousands of years to grasp this simple notion. My knees hit the sand, and it burns. There are hot tears streaming down my face, but they evaporate within mere seconds. I sputter a laugh out of the irony of it, before letting my limbs slip out from under me and allowing my body to splay itself into the sand. My chest is tired from heaving sobs, and it’s not long before I can feel my eyelids slipping shut on their own. I can’t bear to keep them propped open any longer. Quickly enough, I can feel myself being enveloped by the millions once more, a black and yawning valley splitting open painfully beneath me to welcome me home. Fireflies plummet around me, burning up into ash as they collide with the atmosphere’s scorching kiss. Everything’s burning. Blackened soon-to-be corpses scream and cry out for help, reaching towards me as they’re devoured by the eternally hungry being that is fire. Cracked lips, tar saliva. Hearts made of coal and bodies sculpted of obsidian. These abominable creatures are no other than those who walk away. And I can’t help but shout when I see their faces melting onto the floor, for I haven’t yet gathered what was behind their masks: the scattered pieces of our mind."
- beaut lore by @Nightrising
 75 sight scrolls in i want to screech |
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