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Elmbanea

(#25521137)

Level 5 Imperial

Familiar

Golden Kitsune

Energy: 50/50

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Measurements

Length

21.59 m

Wingspan

20.61 m

Weight

6766.79 kg

Genetics

Saffron
Crystal

Marigold
Facet

Orange
Smoke

Hatchday

Jul 18, 2016
(7 years)

Breed

Adult
Imperial

Eye Type

Water
Common

Level 5 Imperial

EXP: 1496 / 5545

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Biography

______________Elmbanea______________

Fisher

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B I O G R A P H Y

she/her -- lesbian

______ Imperials always moved away from the dead and the dying. They set them in the ground and went on their way, not wishing to ensnare any bad luck or ill intent from the spirit, but also to leave the dead in peace, to let them find their own way to the afterlife without living souls confusing their routes. This reason is why Elmbanea had been a part of three flights – Water, Wind, and Arcane, respectively – before she had reached adulthood.

She lived with an abnormally large group of eight Imperials – made up of Elmbanea, her parents, her three older brothers, and her grandparents – that had originated in the Water element before a sickness swept through their territory. The group lost the eldest among them, Elmbanea’s grandparents. The group sorrowfully carried the bodies to rest among the water and plants, and carried on the next day. Confused, and the youngest in their group, asked why they could not stay.

“Because,” rumbled her father, his voice still thick with grief the morning after his parents’ deaths, “we must let the dead rest peacefully, we must not confuse their spirits. That is the way it is.”

“Can’t we let them rest but still be near?” the young Imperial asked.

“No,” her father said, suddenly stern. And then they moved on.

They moved very far away, farther than Elmbanea thought was necessary. They moved until she didn’t recognize the scenery anymore, they moved until the ground was thick with grass and the air carried the scent of thistles and reeds instead of fish or the open ocean. Her parents declared them members of the Wind flight until they moved, if ever, and so they settled on the high rocks of the Windswept Plateau.

It was a nice place, but Elmbanea very often longed for home. The empty sound of wind over rocks and rushing through the grass made the land sound so distant and far away. She was used to the crashing sounds of the ocean and the cries of seagulls overhead lulling her to sleep. She missed the feeling of sand in her scales – sleeping on hard rock and tough grasses was a difficult change to get used to. And though she would eat anything, she missed the most the taste of fish. She wanted to go home.

“Mother,” she asked one day, “will we ever go home?”

Her mother laughed. “We are home, my dear. This is our home.”

Elmbanea shook her head furiously. “No it isn’t. There’s no ocean here. I want to go back to our real home.” She curled up into her mother’s flank, as if that alone would change her mind.

“I was like you as a hatchling,” her mother said, curling herself around her daughter. “I could not accept the changes. They all confused me, nothing made sense. But you will understand, my sweet, one day. This is how it is. This is how it must be.”

Eventually, Elmbanea was used to the Plateau. She still longed for the home she considered “real,” but she was no longer bitterly against her new home. She learned to love the smell of wind on the air and the feeling of tough grass between her claws, and she even learned to love the taste of meat as much as fish. She was homesick, but happy nonetheless. She began to think that maybe her mother was right, maybe she would understand someday.

She spent her days watching the kites soar through the air, and sometimes flew alongside them, letting the wind take her where it might. She liked being a Wind dragon, she liked the essence of exploration and peace that was encouraged through the other residents Zephyr Steppes, the essence that nothing could ever go wrong here. It was so different than being a Water dragon, the sea daring you to come and take a dive, at the same time violently crashing against the rocks with a godlike fury.

And the Water flight wasn’t “better,” Elmbanea decided one day. Just different. Different was alright.
They stayed in the Wind flight for three years, enjoying the space and freedom. Some of them enjoyed it too much, and one day, one of Elmbanea’s older brothers decided to test his strength against the might of the Twisting Crescendo.

He never came back.

______ F or six months the rest of the group waited for him, and still he remained unfound. Declaring him dead, they made the decision to move on. Except one. Elmbanea struggled against the choice with all she had, but it was no use.

“He’s so far away!” she reasoned. “His spirit won’t be confused by us, why can’t we stay? He would have wanted us to stay!”

“Elmbanea, this is the way it is,” her mother said, trying to reason with her. “There’s nothing we can do.”

“We can stay!”

“We can’t stay.”

Elmbanea knew what the answer was, but she still asked the question anyway.

“Why not?”

“This is the way it is.”

The group of five now made their way out of the Windswept Plateau. They traveled to the Scarred Wasteland, debated staying, and left after Elmbanea said the place made her afraid. They did not have to travel much longer to the Starfall Isles, and though Elmbanea saw the beauty in the Crystalspine Reaches, she could not shake the feeling of abandonment from her shoulders. She knew her brother was gone, but leaving him behind – leaving his spirit behind – seemed disrespectful to his memory.

She asked her parents countless times why they left her brother, why they left her grandparents, and they gave her the same answers every time: to let the dead spirits find their way in peace. This is the way it is.

Elmbanea still felt like a traitor. And as much as she loved her family, she thought they were traitors too.

The family of Imperials made their home in a lower cave of the Crystalspines, a home that gave them a lovely view of the sparkling Starwood Strand, but Elmbanea was unimpressed. The mountain was beautiful, sure, the Focal Point was quite a site, and the trees in the Strand were pretty, but it wasn’t home. It all felt too distant, too far away, too enchanting to be real, and Elmbanea felt detached from it all. It wasn’t a home, it was a story book come to life. And even she knew that stories never last.

The end of the story began when her mother came back with a wound, bleeding fresh blood and untreated for hours. She had been hunting when something attacked her, and while she defeated the thing, the strange creature didn’t go down without a fight. With what supplies they had, Elmbanea’s father cleaned and bound the wound, and she hoped it wasn’t infected.

Days later, Elmbanea’s mother fell ill. Be it from the wound or some strange new disease that the Starfall Isles carried, she does not know to this day, but it soon became clear that this would be her mother’s last illness. Every remedy they knew, they tried and failed. Herb after herb was fed to her, but it was no use. Within a week, Elmbanea’s mother was dead.

But Elmbanea had no intention of leaving this time.

She helped her father and brothers carry her mother out to a place where her spirit would rest easy. While her living family members turned to leave, Elmbanea stayed behind. She asked if she could have a moment with her mother before they left, just one last thing before they left so soon after arriving. Her father and brothers promised to wait for her where they entered the Arcane flight.

But Elmbanea never promised anything.

Angry at her family for leaving once again, she never came back out from the Starwood Strand. She might have been young, but she wasn’t a hatchling any longer. She refused to betray her mother. She refused to leave her mother’s spirit behind.

Eventually, she did have to find food. Homeless and lonely, Elmbanea hunted for herself, by herself, until she happened upon a cave high up in the arched, pink mountains, a cave with dragons in it.
I’d better find some place to stay, I guess, she decided, already climbing her way up to the cave.

She was greeted by a small dragon, purple and black, who asked her if she needed a place to stay, and Elmbanea told her she was left behind by her family. She needed a home.

And for all that she was concerned with, she was left behind.

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