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Dawn

(#25249246)

Loyal Warrior

Familiar

Eye of Talona

Energy: 0 50

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Physical Attributes

Battle Stats

Measurements

Length

3.16 m

Wingspan

2.48 m

Weight

60.21 kg

Genetics

Antique
Iridescent

Pink
Shimmer

Cantaloupe
Underbelly

Hatchday

Jul 08, 2016
(8 years)

Breed

Adult
Spiral

Eye Type

Arcane
Rare

Level 1 Spiral

EXP: 0 / 245

STR

AGI

DEF

QCK

INT

VIT

MND

Lineage

Parents

Offspring

Midnight

Biography

Dawn
Quarter Quell Victor

murder noodle

The oracle shivered despite the sunlight. No, she thought. Not again.
These games had been amusing, once. Amusing to watch, amusing to call her dragons to join in. But Summer had never been the same. Once sweet, soft and kind, she was now quieter, and when she spoke it was with a hard edge to her voice. She shied away from fire, the cause of her death. These games had caused pain and hurt that might never be healed.
but the spirit could not be denied.
as the oracle, it was her task to divine the will of the spirit. Tonight, the spirit was going to take another dragon. The oracle knew that she could not stop it.

Dawn shifted in the nest. Her parents slept beside her. Why were they asleep? She wanted to play!
The little dragon stretched and wiggled away from the nest, tripped over her unicorn toy. The toy was fun, but not enough to entertain her for long.
Someting glittered at the edge of Dawn's vision. A butterfly! She scrunched her body together, and ... pounced!
The butterfly danced out of reach. Quickly, Dawn was distracted again by her unicorn. She hummed to herself as she pushed it between her paws.
Something rustled in the bushes.
"Hello?" Dawn called.
Two glistening purple eyes glowed in the bushes.
Dawn decided to take a chance. "Will you play with me?"
The eyes stepped out of the bushes. They belonged to another hatchling. The moonlight danced on his wings. He knelt down and wiggled his tail. Let's play! Let's play hide-and-seek!

are you, are you, coming to the tree,
where a dead man called out for his love to flee,
come little children, the time's come to play,
in the garden of shadows

Thunder and Starfall were frantic. Dawn had been missing for hours. No one had seen her leave. In desperation, they went to the oracle.
In response to their questioning, the oracle lowered her head. "The Games," she whispered.

Though it seemed impossible, it was true. The clan had refused to enter in several weeks. Now, it seemed the gamesmakers wanted retribution.

Dawn woke upon a pedestal. She looked around. There were other hatchlings - so many of them! All here to play.

The horn sounded. The others devolved into chaos. Many ran away from the weird cave in the center. Dawn simply walked towards it. Peeking inside, she saw something shiny - a sword!
I want it, she thought. Grabbing the sword in her mouth, she walked out of the strange cave. A couple of the hatchlings were lying on the ground, not moving. Splashes of elemental essence were staining the grass. This is a game, she thought, one I can't lose.

Dawn had passed the time up till now playing hide and seek. Sometimes she got found, Sometimes she found others. They talked to each other. Some of the hatchlings seemed to think this was a dream. Others seemed aware of the nature of the Game.
After the shadows eclipsed the arena, she survived by staying still. During the night she learnt what killing was.
Another hatchling, Rothalis, flung an arrow at her, but missed. The hatchling behind Dawn was hit instead.
Dawn hissed and flung herself at Rothalis. He fled.
She turned to the dying dragonet. "It's ok," she said. "Your nightmare is ending. If it makes you feel better, I'll get him back for this."

The next day Dawn wanted to test how far she could go. She set a trap.
Two dragons got caught in it. Another came along to hep them. "I'll get you out, the pearlcatcher promised.
Dawn pounced on Ender's neck and squeezed her tightly. "Kill one of them, and I'll let you go."
The pearlcatcher refused.
Dawn tightened her grip. This was what her body had been made to do. Stop them from breathing.

That night she found more dragons. Including Rothalis, the bad shot. No point trying to stop them all, so they made a truce.

The next day she followed Rothalis away from the camp. She snaked, closer, closer ... SNAP!
She twisted her every coil around his neck. He was bigger than her, but that didn't matter.
"Wait..." he whispered. "Please ... don't ..."
Silly. Didn't he know this was what happened? This was how to win the Game?
She bit his neck with tiny teeth. Despite how tough it seemed, it was easy to make blood flow.

On the fourth day Dawn was attacked. It was easy to slither up a birch tree and hide. She spent the whole day there. And as night fell, she hummed an unfamiliar tune to herself.

On the fifth day, the strange hatchling with beautiful wings came to her. They played tag. She never did catch his name.

As night fell, she found another dragon. Grimleal, his name was. A shimmering fae. She didn't feel like making him dead. They talked about the stars. They were so different from ... home.

Next day she played hide and seek with Grimleal, Cedar and Tialla.

That night there was a storm. She sheltered in a cave with a spiral named Vine. He seemed nice.

Day seven, she followed a voice calling her. She hoped it was that guardian.

That night she found weird flowers. Dragon nip, probably. She doesn't remember much of that night.

Next day, supplies stolen. 2 cannon shots. One dragon left. Time to end this.

That night she found a pile of supplies. When Tialla came back, she was surprised by the white serpent coiling tightly around her neck, until she stopped breathing.

Dawn turned around. She was the only one awake.

"Did I win?"

Aren't you a gifted dreamer,
to call such prizes from your sleep?
To last so long and well?
Enjoy these toys, they're yours to keep
for winning Quarter Quell.

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"We need someone to represent the Light Flight," Nicholas said. The other ten dragons shifted their wings. Each one felt like they belonged in the shadows.
Not her, though. Her scales were bright as dawn.
"Let me go this time," she said. She looked at Nicholas. Challenged him. He hadn't allowed her back into the the games ever since that first wonderful dream. Too risky, he said, to loose your winning streak. Please. As though there was something more important to him than the legacy of the Games, the blood, the tricks, the dreams.
She kept staring. She'd been training ever since they came to this place, this small valley on the borders of the Arcane region. Her sword, her dreams, her claws and wings and body. "I am ready," she said, "Let me do this!"
Nicholas avoided her gaze. "...Your scales are like the dawn enough to be the most suited to this. You may go."
She started. Just like that? She could play again?!
Dawn shivered from her nose to her tail. She couldn't waste a second - she slithered away to prepare for her Games.

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