Merla
(#26140164)
Level 3 Guardian
Familiar
Gold-Throated Sparrow
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This dragon’s natural inborn element is Lightning.
Female Guardian
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Personal Style
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Measurements
Length
13.29 m
Wingspan
20.41 m
Weight
10090.25 kg
Genetics
Midnight
Iridescent
Iridescent
Midnight
Shimmer
Shimmer
Midnight
Underbelly
Underbelly
Hatchday
Breed
Eye Type
Level 3 Guardian
EXP: 112 / 1401
STR
7
AGI
6
DEF
8
QCK
5
INT
5
VIT
8
MND
6
Biography
Merla
blackbird
The Cyber Witch
blackbird
The Cyber Witch
 Fierce Dutiful Unemotional 
Roles within the clan
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When Merla hatched, a stray blackbird swept through nesting grounds, chirping happily. Her father had seen this as a good sign, or he told her as much, when she was leaving her birth clan. "This is your show time" he proclaimed, smiling at her. Even just a few days ago he was yelling at her for a sloppy guard, which he broke in seconds, sending her snout-first into the ground. You're not ready. She stood up, huffing, tired, but not resigned. Her father's brow had shoot up in suprise - or maybe even respectfully. He resumed training, barking instructions at her, and it didn't take too long for him to put her down once again. And again. You can't go. Not yet. They were the last ones left in the training grounds, breathing heavily, stumbling in the dark a bit. Isfet went silent for a while, scrutinizing his - for now - youngest daughter. Colored like the darkest night, the only bright points in her silhouette being flashy blue eyes. Like a lightning during a evening storm. She wasn't really talkative or impulsive, she lacked her mother's aggresion, but not ferocity - on a battlefield Merla could go full Misery on her opponents without so much as a word. She fought in silence, wings and claws in a flurry in front of her, attacking without a warning. She fought like Shadow. Moved with it. Felt it. Like he did. That was when Isfet overestimated, just the tiniest bit, and she saw an opening. She didn't wait for it to close and strucked with all her might. This time it was his turn to back away, stumbling. He didn't fall, but he felt that blow. Ouch. "Good" he managed to say. Nodoby besides her will hear it, so his reputation shouldn't suffer to much. He wanted to say something different, something snarky, biting. Wrong, you're still too young, too weak. I won't let you. But then he realised that wasn't true. She was ready, or more like she was as ready as he can get her to be. But he didn't really want to let her leave. And that was selfish. Isfet knew that and sighed at his heart, softer day by day. It was time to let that little bird fly, if it so desires. Merla didn't show much emotion - she never really did, come to it - but when she heard that one word, she knew what that meant. And she smiled. With wide, almost silly grin on her usually grim face managed to brighten her father's thoughts. She can do it. She will be fine. She can always come back, right? Merla's gaze drifted away from her father, resting on something behind his back. When he truned, he saw silhouette of the massive guardian, slowly getting up from the nearby hill. Missing stared her daughter in the eye, her gaze pircing and drilling through her despite the distance between them. Merla didn't lower her own eyes, exhausted, bracing herself for unknown. She haven't spoken much to her mother, intimidating lieutenant, even less after her recent accident at Flameforger's Festival. She was even more terrifying now, looking like she walked straight out of a erupting vulcano - and she was also beautiful. Merla couldn't help admiring her, wanting to be like her, even when her decision of leaving was mostly sparked by her mother's legend among the clan. There was no room for her own, so she had to leave. It was nothing personal. After a solid while of staring contest, Missing slowly, marginally inclined her head, just seconds before she truned around and left. Merla exhaled loudly, realising she was holding her breath and shaking. Isfet approached his youngest and nuzzled her neck a little, to reasure her. She was still a bit smaller than him. "It's all good, Birdie" he said, patting her side. She huffed and moved away, nervous by touch other that necessary contact during the battle, so he didn't took it personal. "You can go when the sun rises. But please, do stop by to say goodbye, alright?" She looked at him differently, now. There was softness in her gaze, mixed with some unspoken words, but quickly dissolved into usual indifference, when she simply nodded and soared into the sky. She had a lot to think about. Her father encouraged her to consider Tangled Wood as a destination on her journey, but she wasn't sure if she would want to stay in Shadowbinder's realm. Isfet was shadow-hatched, Misery bared her plague heritage proudly, but Merla was a Lightning dragoness - she preffered hard work and maxium focus on end-goal over mind-games and trickery. She couldn't help being just a little excited, however, when she finally crossed Imperium's border. There she was, on her own at last! Merla was always a stoic, almost unemotional dragoness, but that light feeling in her chest at that moment made her do a small victory loop in the air. "CAREFUL, YOUNGLING! THE STORM IS APPROACHING, IT'S NOT THE TIME FOR ACROBATICS!" At first, Merla was convinced that the Stormcatcher himself blessed her with his words, but after a moment of consideration she admitted he would rather say something like "WHY ARE YOU LOOPING WHEN YOU CAN WORK" than warn her about the storm. In which she could fly just fine, thank you very much, stranger with a voice like the thunder itself! But, as nervous and a bit embarrased by that display of emotion on her part she was, she wasn't indifferent to what or who had spoken to her. She wasn't ENTIRELY incurious about who can it be. The giant, blood-red Imperial wearing a warrior's garb definately wasn't on her potential suspect list. As well as her apparent companion, even larger Imperial clad in light gear. Together they could ride her all over Sornieth and they won't even break a sweat doing so. "DID YOU LOSE YOUR TONGUE TO THE WINDS, YOUNGLING?" the owner of voice that slammed square in the jaw - the blood red warrior - aligned her flight to Merla's path, shielding her. "IT IS OKAY, IT HAPPENS TO YOUNGLINGS A LOT." "She could just not like to talk to us, Sanuye" the larger Imperial quipped. He had to scream over the wind, but somehow his tone was much calmer then his friend's. "NONSENSE!" roared the warrior, while Merla was in a process of considering every escape route available. There was no way she could take both of them down, if it came to it. She could lose them in the storm clouds... "SHE IS A SMALL YOUNGLING IN NEED OF OUR AID. DON'T YOU SEE THE STORM COMING, BARAQ?! WE NEED TO FIND SHELTER!" "This is a lightning dragon" Baraq pointed out, taking place on Merla's other side like he was strolling down the woods, not fighting wind currents far from the earth. "I bet she'll be okay. You remember what Matri said? No extra stops. And no extra strays brought from the road!" Another mighty roar rumbled through the air, but Merla didn't wait for the outcome of the situation. The way she saw it, it wasn't any good for her anyway. She rapidly changed her direction, free-falling few solid meters before catching a current again, flying straight at the storm. The flashing thunders and dark, heavy clouds seemed like the most safe place of Sornieth at the moment. The Imperials were nowhere to be seen or heard in Sanuye's case, and Merla let herself breathe. The storm will guide her, if Stormcatcher allows. She can compensate later for wasting his time like that. [wip]  Adoptable by cute CosmicCoelacanth |
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