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Fire

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Level 10 Skydancer

Familiar

Crazed Powermith

Energy: 42/50

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Measurements

Length

3.86 m

Wingspan

3.5 m

Weight

568.76 kg

Genetics

Silver
Poison

Fire
Peregrine

Carrot
Glimmer

Hatchday

Jul 30, 2016
(7 years)

Breed

Adult
Skydancer

Eye Type

Fire
Common

Level 10 Skydancer

EXP: 122 / 27676

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QCK

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Biography

F I R E

Personality

Fire has always been a very free spirit. He’s never really settled into routines or the activities most would consider ‘normal’. It’s just not his style, he doesn’t act how he’d be expected to at all. Fire carries himself with a certain pride found only within the Skydancer breed, a sense of self-confidence and general authority that practically oozes from him, but this isn’t at all what he is really like. Fire has been known to have a lot of confidence in his viewpoint, in what is right and what is wrong based on his personal opinion, but he is in no way authoritative, nor does he take up a leader-like role in any situation. It’s not his way. He is also known for his incessant ability to stay true to himself, rather than to become what others want him to be or change himself to fit what’s expected of him. He is a steadfast believer in being your own self, and sticks by this with an iron hold. He has been involved in quite a few arguments due to this, and because he is very stubborn when it comes to which method of doing something is better. He isn’t quick to arguing however, and tends to try and come to a calm conclusion in his favour before swords are drawn. This catches many unaware, as they expect him to be a lot more short-tempered than he actually is. Fire doesn’t mind this at all, he likes that he isn’t quiet so predictable to his clanmates. He likes that they need to get to know him in order to know anything about him. He believes that this mystery helps his customer base, and makes his role more believable and less fake-sounding. He does enjoy proving others wrong, because it furthers his own viewpoint, and proves to him that he was right all along, just like he knew he was.

Soothsayer

Fire knew from a young age that he had a gift. He first discovered it when he was brawling with his siblings, and was suddenly overtaken by a vision of bright lights and colours more spectacular than anything he’d ever seen before. It had been amazing, something he could describe only as pure, unfiltered magic. He’d stood straight up, shoved himself out of their playfight, his breathing quick and terrified. He hadn’t had a name for it back then, it had just been a second or two of flashing lights, some huge face with eyes like embers glaring down at him, her face surprisingly kind. Those images had haunted him for a few hours, and then he’d promptly forgotten all about the experience. Everything had been normal for a while after that too. He’d grown up, watched his older sister leave the clan to head off to new lands, and thought long and hard about joining her. He had no idea where he would go, nowhere to go. Fire had never given much thought to what he would do once he left his birthclan, he’d always just assumed that someday he would just know, someday it would come to him out of the blue, and he’d fly off to new lands. Now, he was beginning to realise that wasn’t going to happen. Not long after this, Fire’s younger sister prepared to leave the clan too. He had pressed his head against hers to say goodbye, and that’s when he’d been hit with a blinding flash of orange light, and transported somewhere else altogether. It was somewhere high up, built out of stone, and looking around at what seemed to be thousands upon thousands of volcanoes, most belching smoke up into the dark sky every few seconds. He recognised the huge creature before him now, staring him down with those glaring eyes. It was the Flamecaller, deity of the Fire Flight. He wasn’t himself in this strange world, no, he was his sister, and he was facing one of the deities herself. Suddenly, the scene crumpled around him, like paper in a flame, and he was back in his own body, standing still, staring into the confused eyes of his sister, unable to speak. He’d stepped back, and that was when Fire had known. He had to go to the realm of the Arcanist, he had to figure out what this thing was, and why it was affecting him. He told his parents quickly, gathered his things together and prepared to leave as soon as he could. He had a purpose now, he had somewhere to go, and he had to do it, he had to figure all of this out. When Fire eventually flew away from his birthclan, he didn’t look back.

The flight to the realm of the Arcanist was long, but to Fire, there was never a dull moment. Overall, the flight was relatively uneventful, but halfway over the Wind territory, he’d almost been pulled into a vortex, something he’d escaped only by dropping very low to the ground and heading as far to the edge of te territory as he could. After what felt like weeks, the Skydancer eventually came to te edge of the Arcane lands. It was very different from what he’d grown up in, much brighter and more open. He loved it immediately. Fire alighted at the edge of a glowing pink rock that rose from the sea like a statue. He sat down at the top of it, and looked out over the sea, at the huge island sitting amidst the crystal statues. He could feel the spark and crackle of magic in the air around him, could feel it ruffling his feathers and probing his thoughts. It was almost like it was alive, like it had a mind of its own. The magic was a calming presence, it wasn’t as hostile as he would’ve imagined it to be, and it wasn’t at all intrusive either. He spent some time looking out over the sea, at the island especially. He felt drawn to it, though why, he was unsure. He wondered if it had something to do with his ‘Visions’. Maybe they were the reason he’d come here, maybe he’d been drawn here somehow, for some reason that he didn’t yet know. It was that thought that prompted him to take flight again, to go the final stretch and find the clan that seemed to be calling to him right now, a clan right over there, on that island. The Skydancer took off with three powerful swipes of his wings, and was soon gliding across the glistening, pink-tinged ocean. The sun warmed his feathers, and the smell of the sea, and the strange, flowery smell of te crystals followed him through the air. He flew absently, not paying as much attention to his surroundings as he maybe should have, but after a while, he arrived at the island. Everything around him suddenly seemed to shatter at once, and then he was on the ground, standing infront of a Coatl with grey-striped wings and a quizzical expression that seemed on the edge of amused. Fire blinked once, and was instantly back as himself, spiralling down towards the grass below, in a straight nose-dive. He didn’t have enough time to fix his downwards spiral, he was already too close to the ground, his wings weren’t cooperating, and the Coatl in his mind was still swimming before his eyes. The last thing he could remember was her face.

The Aurora Clan

When Fire next awoke, he was on the ground, unhurt, with soft, unfamiliar grass beneath his paws. It wasn’t brittle like the grass of Wind territory, or choked by a layer of ash like in the Fire territory, instead, it was soft and fresh. The Skydancer stood up slowly, shaking his wings out, straightening them completely to fix his feathers. He looked around, and ahead of him, just a short distance away, he could see what looked like the start of a clan. There were a few dragons milling around, chattering to each other in words he couldn’t quite make out. Fire headed towards them, and that was when he realised that the calling he’d felt earlier on now seemed to be gone, which meant that this must be the clan he had been drawn to. He had no idea why that may have been, or what had been pulling him here in the first place, but he was happy enough that’s it had. Something about this clan was very appealing to him. He walked slowly around the clan, taking everything in, when he bumped into a brightly coloured Tundra bearing the Arcane symbol proudly upon her forehead. She looked up at him, as if waiting for him to speak. There was something regal about her, something that told him she held great authority here, in this clan. He asked her where he could find the Matriarch, or someone who could bring him into the clan. The Tundra has looked at him with amusement clear in her eyes. She’d introduced herself as Belle, and told him he was welcome to stay as part of the Aurora clan if he wanted to. Fire had thanked her profusely, and stepped back as a show of respect to her. He’d felt an intense burst of glee then, because he now had a clan to call his own, he now belonged to somewhere, somewhere he could maybe have a future, somewhere he could find out more about this strange magic ability he seemed to possess.

The Skydancer spent the next week or so getting used to the clan, and getting to know some of the dragons around him. He became particularly good friends with a Coatl male by the name of Stellaris. This Coatl had sought him out, and had said that he sensed magic within Fire, a type of Arcane magic that was very rare and very pure. Stellaris had called it the mark of a Soothsayer, and when Fire had described his ‘Visions’, Stellaris had confirmed that that was exactly what it was. The Coatl had explained to him that the abilities worked through emotional connection, through touch. They were visions of the future, visions that told what would happen next, what the future held for other dragons, and very rarely Fire himself. There was very little to go on in the way of honing his abilities, but Fire was determined to get the hang of them. He had to understand how they worked, and to do that, he had to practice, he had to understand how to get them under his control, so that they didn’t just happen whenever, of their own decree. And so, the Skydancer worked his way around the clan, asking dragons he knew if he could see their future. At first, all he would get most of the time were fleeting images, tastes, sounds, certain words, nothing concrete that told him very much. And then, he tried to ‘test’ a female Wildclaw, and was hit by a strong of vivid images, played out in his head like a movie. He saw this Wildclaw leaving the clan, heading off to foreign lands of water to pursue a goal long ago given up on, a goal that held great weight for the dragon, but had been tossed to the side due to something else. It made very little sense to Fire, but there was a sense of imminence around it too, so instead of keeping his findings to himself, he decided to tell the Wildclaw. From this, he discovered that she had been planning on leasing to become a water mage within the next week, something she’d been set on as a hatchling, and had given up as an adult. Fire had been shocked, unable to move from shock. He’d done it. He’d actually managed to have a Vision of his own accord, even if only once, it was a start, and something he was very proud of. He spent the next while getting used to using these abilities, mastering them, learning how to pull them to his aid as he pleased, or at least get better results for each dragon he ‘tested’. Fire took up the role of Soothsayer within the clan, and was regularly consulted about what to beware of in the near future, a role he greatly enjoyed, one in which his opinion was always listened to and carried great weight. In his opinion, it was a great role.

Flames

Fire had never quite forgotten the Coatl he’d seen when he’d first arrived in te Arcane lands, the one with the grey stripes down her wings, with the quizzical expression. He’d been in te clan fro a few months, and by that point he knew all dragons within it at least well enough to name. However, he discovered one day that he didn’t know all of them. That was the day he met Flames for the first time, and the day he saw that quizzical expression in action. He’d been sorting some books in his dwelling, after going through a double consultation with some customers. It had been an interesting session, ending with the discovery that both dragons would be leaving the clan within the next month to start a new business in Earth territory, and that the business would be successful. He lie,d having positive visions like that, it made him feel good about his job, made him love it all the more. When he turned around for, sorting the books, he saw Flames, standing infront of him, her head cocked to one side, her eyes bright and cheerful, one eyebrow slightly raised. He had stumbled to introduce himself, unsure at first where he’d recognised her from, where he’d seen the soft yellow-orange plumage and grey stripes before. She’d asked if she could borrow a book, to help with a chapter of her latest novel, and he had given her it. They’d talked for a bit, discussing the most minute of things, and then she had gone, promising on the way out that she would bring the book back again. It was only once she left that the pieces clicked into place for Fire, and he realised that he did know her, that she was the dragon who’d made him fall out of the sky, who’d given him his most powerful vision yet. He’d gotten her name -Flames - which meant he could find her, find out more about her, see why she had appeared in his vision all that time ago. As it turned out, Fire would see her again pretty soon anyway. Later on that day, he ran into her in the centre of the clan. They’d talked some more, discussed the book on the magic of the arcane spires he’d given her. She’d asked him if he wanted to go foraging with her the next day, and he’d said yes. From then on, they became inseparable, rarely ever seen without the other, often curled up together reading some kind of fantasy scroll. Fire had found out that she was a writer, and the Fire Representative of the clan, a role he’d been considering looking into for some time. They grew closer and closer as time went on, until eventually they were assumed to be mates, which also made them both the Fire Representatives of the clan. Fire had never been more thrilled, and neither had Flames. It turn doit she’d moved to the clan only just after he had, and had been planning to talk to him for a while. As time passed, things continued to go well for them both, and Fire found a new adoration for both of his clan roles, and his mate. He never forgot the vision that had lead to him leaving his birthclan, and he never once regretted falling out of the sky and into this clan, he saw it only as the beginning of a brilliant life.

By Kiradog234

Role
Soothsayer / Fire Representative

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By HighFives

Adoptable by Nennathriel

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