Wreath
(#25980878)
Level 1 Coatl
Familiar
Dire Hyena
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Energy: 37/50
This dragon’s natural inborn element is Lightning.
Female Coatl
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Personal Style
Apparel
Skin
Scene
Measurements
Length
7.26 m
Wingspan
7.16 m
Weight
838.19 kg
Genetics
Dust
Clown
Clown
Raspberry
Freckle
Freckle
White
Crackle
Crackle
Hatchday
Breed
Eye Type
Level 1 Coatl
EXP: 0 / 245
STR
6
AGI
7
DEF
6
QCK
7
INT
7
VIT
5
MND
6
Biography
Bought on the last day of Wind vs Shadow 8/6/2016 11:47pm.
The young Coatl stood at the edge of a group of hatchlings, an elder before them giving a grand speech that she could care less about. Exaltation? Service? Her attention wandered from the droning monotone of the Pearlcatcher as she glanced to her left and right, taking in her surroundings. Spotting some dragonflies, she perked up and quietly snuck away from the group. She chased after the insects, delighted and preoccupied with their frantic flying when she ran headfirst into another dragon. Upon looking up, she saw a dark Coatl, draped in a hood that was pulled back, a skull upon their face. Speechless, she stared at the other Coatl until they spoke.
“Hey kid. What are you doing he-, no wait. Let me guess. Your parents dropped you off with a group of other dragons and told you to keep up with them?”
The young Coatl cocked her head in confusion as the figure spoke, wondering at their voice. It was rough and uneven, as if they hadn’t used it before in their life. As she realized they asked her a question, she gave a quick nod, hoping that was the right response.
“Figures. Well, tough news kiddo, but they aren't coming back. They've given you a one-way pass to the servitude of the Windsinger. You should consider yourself lucky. I’ve heard that the Shadowbinder is looking for servants right about now as well. The Windsinger is a much kinder patron."
As the older Coatl continued talking, the hatchling felt a wave of shock rush over her, quickly followed by a tsunami of anger. The gall of this, this dark, broody dragon! How dare she assume that she was fodder for the gods. She knew that she was destined for things greater than that, didn’t she? The anger subsided as she thought about this, feeling cold dread fall upon her as tears began to well in her eyes.
“Hey now, hey now, none of that.” The dark Coatl frowned. They couldn’t put their finger on it, but they liked the kid. “How about this. If we can find your parents, then I'll do what I can to convince them to keep you. If we don't, then you can come home with me. Deal?"
The young Coatl blinked away her tears and gave a short nod. That didn’t sound too challenging, it’s not like her parents would have purposely sent her off in that group. They probably just mixed things up, and put her in the wrong group of dragons. She was supposed to be in school right now, but they surprised her with a trip to the Cloudsong. They probably thought it was a tour group for children or something. Yeah. That had to be it. She put the thought out of her mind, and began to follow the dark elder back to where she had left her group.
It was nearly nightfall, and the young Coatl was exhausted. As the hours passed, her dread reemerged. She had led the other Coatl past the place her group had been gathered, to the place where she last remembered seeing her parents. No one in the area remembered meeting two Coatls named Corona and Felidae, and she began to wonder if they had left the Wind domain altogether.
As if sensing her uncertainty, the older Coatl spoke. “It’s getting late. There hasn’t been any sign of them, so we may need to check back tomorrow to see if anyone else can remember meeting them. Most folks have gone home early to celebrate the fight. No need to worry, you can stay with me tonight. If we don’t get some info tomorrow, we’ll try once more before you’re stuck with me.”
The hatchling once again stared at the strange elder, considering the situation. They had upheld their end of the deal so far, so it seemed like a safe option to stay the night with them. She could keep her hopes up about finding her parents tomorrow, but she didn’t really feel too hopeful. What if her parents really had left her? Would it mean she would serve the Windsinger after all? The elder seemed to make good on their promises, so maybe she would end up staying with them until their clan decided what to make of her. She didn't even know which choice would be scarier, so she finally nodded.
“Alright then kid,” The dark dragon turned towards her, questioning. “If you're going to come with me, I’ll need to start calling you by name I suppose. What is it?"
The hatchling looked panicked. Her parents didn’t give her a name. They referred to her by pet names right out the gate, never settling on one. Pumpkin, buttercup, sweet pea, they never gave her a real name. Dark thoughts began to settle on her mind and she furiously shook her head, trying to rid herself of them.
The dark Coatl gave a weary sigh and muttered, “Typical.” In a more cheery tone, they looked back at their new ward. “Very well then, you shall be Wreath and I am Brie. Understand?" With an enthusiastical nod from the hatchling as a response, Brie led her back to their lair.
Since coming to live among the Whispering Falls clan, Wreath came to term with the fact that she may never see her parents again. She now spends her days fishing, and is one of the few dragons that Brie will talk to, a fact that she holds pride in. Wreath herself does not speak much, preferring to stay silent as often as possible.
"You were destined to serve the God, but you defied his will. One day he will come to claim what is his."
Art by Aeimberdini!
Art by Mudsdale!
The young Coatl stood at the edge of a group of hatchlings, an elder before them giving a grand speech that she could care less about. Exaltation? Service? Her attention wandered from the droning monotone of the Pearlcatcher as she glanced to her left and right, taking in her surroundings. Spotting some dragonflies, she perked up and quietly snuck away from the group. She chased after the insects, delighted and preoccupied with their frantic flying when she ran headfirst into another dragon. Upon looking up, she saw a dark Coatl, draped in a hood that was pulled back, a skull upon their face. Speechless, she stared at the other Coatl until they spoke.
“Hey kid. What are you doing he-, no wait. Let me guess. Your parents dropped you off with a group of other dragons and told you to keep up with them?”
The young Coatl cocked her head in confusion as the figure spoke, wondering at their voice. It was rough and uneven, as if they hadn’t used it before in their life. As she realized they asked her a question, she gave a quick nod, hoping that was the right response.
“Figures. Well, tough news kiddo, but they aren't coming back. They've given you a one-way pass to the servitude of the Windsinger. You should consider yourself lucky. I’ve heard that the Shadowbinder is looking for servants right about now as well. The Windsinger is a much kinder patron."
As the older Coatl continued talking, the hatchling felt a wave of shock rush over her, quickly followed by a tsunami of anger. The gall of this, this dark, broody dragon! How dare she assume that she was fodder for the gods. She knew that she was destined for things greater than that, didn’t she? The anger subsided as she thought about this, feeling cold dread fall upon her as tears began to well in her eyes.
“Hey now, hey now, none of that.” The dark Coatl frowned. They couldn’t put their finger on it, but they liked the kid. “How about this. If we can find your parents, then I'll do what I can to convince them to keep you. If we don't, then you can come home with me. Deal?"
The young Coatl blinked away her tears and gave a short nod. That didn’t sound too challenging, it’s not like her parents would have purposely sent her off in that group. They probably just mixed things up, and put her in the wrong group of dragons. She was supposed to be in school right now, but they surprised her with a trip to the Cloudsong. They probably thought it was a tour group for children or something. Yeah. That had to be it. She put the thought out of her mind, and began to follow the dark elder back to where she had left her group.
It was nearly nightfall, and the young Coatl was exhausted. As the hours passed, her dread reemerged. She had led the other Coatl past the place her group had been gathered, to the place where she last remembered seeing her parents. No one in the area remembered meeting two Coatls named Corona and Felidae, and she began to wonder if they had left the Wind domain altogether.
As if sensing her uncertainty, the older Coatl spoke. “It’s getting late. There hasn’t been any sign of them, so we may need to check back tomorrow to see if anyone else can remember meeting them. Most folks have gone home early to celebrate the fight. No need to worry, you can stay with me tonight. If we don’t get some info tomorrow, we’ll try once more before you’re stuck with me.”
The hatchling once again stared at the strange elder, considering the situation. They had upheld their end of the deal so far, so it seemed like a safe option to stay the night with them. She could keep her hopes up about finding her parents tomorrow, but she didn’t really feel too hopeful. What if her parents really had left her? Would it mean she would serve the Windsinger after all? The elder seemed to make good on their promises, so maybe she would end up staying with them until their clan decided what to make of her. She didn't even know which choice would be scarier, so she finally nodded.
“Alright then kid,” The dark dragon turned towards her, questioning. “If you're going to come with me, I’ll need to start calling you by name I suppose. What is it?"
The hatchling looked panicked. Her parents didn’t give her a name. They referred to her by pet names right out the gate, never settling on one. Pumpkin, buttercup, sweet pea, they never gave her a real name. Dark thoughts began to settle on her mind and she furiously shook her head, trying to rid herself of them.
The dark Coatl gave a weary sigh and muttered, “Typical.” In a more cheery tone, they looked back at their new ward. “Very well then, you shall be Wreath and I am Brie. Understand?" With an enthusiastical nod from the hatchling as a response, Brie led her back to their lair.
Since coming to live among the Whispering Falls clan, Wreath came to term with the fact that she may never see her parents again. She now spends her days fishing, and is one of the few dragons that Brie will talk to, a fact that she holds pride in. Wreath herself does not speak much, preferring to stay silent as often as possible.
Kassiel wrote on 2016-08-15:
"You were destined to serve the God, but you defied his will. One day he will come to claim what is his."
Art by Aeimberdini!
Art by Mudsdale!
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