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Length
16.5 m
Wingspan
15.54 m
Weight
10906.93 kg
Genetics
Teal
Speckle
Speckle
Oilslick
Current
Current
Stonewash
Basic
Basic
Hatchday
Breed
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Level 1 Guardian
EXP: 0 / 245
STR
7
AGI
6
DEF
8
QCK
5
INT
5
VIT
8
MND
6
Biography
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NAME
ROLE trait | trait | trait "The Ocean is not silent." - Rain
Graphics by Drytil and Nirwana
Bio code by anxiousghost It was raining the day that the little dragon's life was changed forever. How coincidental that her name is Rain. That was the thing. She loved the rain. Born to the water flight, swimming came naturally to her and there was nothing she loved more than swimming unless it happened to be swimming in the rain. In fact, it wasn't rain that pattered lightly on a still sea with mist hanging low in the evening; it was a storm that pelted hard on a raging sea with wind whipping across the torrents of rain in the evening. Rain loved it and she would let herself be carried by the waves as they tore her apart and threw her across the sea. It was not the storms that changed her life though. The Tidelord bellows and moans prophesies. Bubbles rise to the surface. It is very rare that dragons have not been intrigued by these bubbles and such is fate that dragons should be captivated by the visions of the future that rise to the surface in tiny bubbles. Rain could not help but be curious about the bubbles rising in constant flow to the surface. She would stare at them for hours on end as distant dragons did distant things in the distant future. Her eyes were filled with the future, sometimes beyond her years. She had seen great falls and glorious rises, tales of ancient history and legends of a shrouded future. This was not what changed her. Many dragons do not notice the bubbles. They are subtle and hard to come by if one is not keeping an eye out for them. It is easy to forget that they were ever there in the first place as they coalesce into the backdrop of endless sea between coral and twisted rock. Once noticed though, a dragon begins to find that they are everywhere as these visions disappear forever with a simple pop as they hit the open air if not kept safely. Therefore, it's easy to dismiss the extensive stories of a hatchling. It does not take long, as responsibilities are impressed upon a dragon for their childhood fantasies, which hold these truths, to dissipate. Rain did not forget. She had a bit of help though. It was raining. Stormy. Bubbles streamed around a little, blue dragon as she laughed in the tossing waves. The day was perfect in all of its rolling thunder, rampaging winds and torrents hurled down at the sea. It was in this moment that Rain spotted a particularly large bubble rising to the surface, seething under the warped light of the underwater. Time seemed to slow down as the small dragon wriggled through the water, struggling in an attempt to reach it. The raging sound of crashing waves ceased in her ears as curiosity overtook her. Her toe had almost reached out to touch it. She stretched. One wave tossed her forwards with an unexpected yelp as she fell, tunbled, plunged into the bubble. Her entire body curled into it before she was thrown outside into the water once more. It only lasted a moment. The world was never the same. The prophecy Rain saw that day, she never shared. Instead, the past, present and future was written on her with shifting runes that glowed in the darkest blankets of night and brightest streaks of day. Her eyes glowed with an unnatural quality that whispered of something that no one else saw. Her expression was a mixture of sadness and curiosity and wisdom and knowledge and joy. She became obsessed with the bubbles and carried with her a mysterious air wherever she went. When she returned to the camp that day, a small dragon with thousands of years echoing in her eyes, everyone felt her enter, like static pricking their spines. Their reactions were of concern and wonder and some even fear. Rain had looked at them with glassy eyes as her brain tried to roll over everything that had happened. She was torn into pieces. While she was mysterious and knowledgable, she was still a hatchling who was scared and innocent. She just stood, gazing around at the dragons who stared at her from the corners of their eyes. Several had run over to her but she still stood. "Rain. Rain. Can you here me? It's your mother, Auklet. Rain. I'm here." A large, guardian dragon stood over her. She wrapped her wings around her child. "Mom? My... head hurts. It's... I saw..." She mumbled. It was the last time she attempted to explain her prophesy. "Hush. Things will be different now. You're still my daughter though. You will always be my baby." Auklet stroked her daughter's wings with her tail. Rain fell into silence, curled against what she knew to be concrete. "Great Tidelord. What will happen now?" Auklet whispered. There were only travelers' myth about those who chased the bubbles.
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The Cove is comprised of caves. Long, twisting caves interconnected with other caves; short, empty caves that only provide a ledge for a dragon to sit on; deep and mysterious caves that few have explored in darkness and depth; shallow caves at the surface of the water where dragons stop frequently to rest their wings; large caves with caverns carved out of their sides and hundreds of tunnels running out of them; dark caves with mysterious creatures living in the back of their depths; all running down the side of a curving wall all the way to the bottom of the sea. Rain hoarded bubbles in The Cove. Most of her time was spent dwelling in her large, chosen cave, near the surface where the bubbles were most frequent yet out of way of visit in her shadowy darkness. A maze of tunnels twisted through the back of the and each was filled with bubbles, prophecy upon prophecy. Rain waned hours away observing the prophecies with the same wonder that she had done as a hatchling. The room glowed faintly with the lights of thousands of stories, a glow that matched the fire in her eyes and the runes searing beneath her skin. he rarely had visitors save for hatchlings to were dared by their peers to venture up to the door and say hello yet she welcomed everyone. Occasionally though, others would come to seek the future. She would answer their questions. She would tell them things: dark things, tales of the deep ocean and the highlights echoing in the sky. She would talk of dragons unmet with danger in their talons and dragons of kindness who watched over the rest in a silent love of the world. She spoke of wars and peace, mighty kings and the unseen lurking in the forest and those who crowded streets with markets and life until they forgot what life was. When dragons wanted her to speak, she spoke, a husky voice whispering through the cave, her face lit with faint glowing and an onimous air sending shivers down spines. She would speak and she would go on without stop until she was told that her listender could hear no more and the dragons would leave with vague ideas floating in thier minds of the true, the far, the inability to distinguish the two and a sense of unsettlement that permeated their skin, even upon leaving the suffocating waters as their wings beat sky once more. Even rarer, Rain would have dragons come and ask to be apprenticed and she would shake her head slowly, gazing slightly above their heads. "Listen then." She would whisper almost inaudibly. "Apprentice? I will speak. Questions have answers and I doubt you will decipher them but I will speak. If you wish, you will learn but apprentice? I can speak. Watch the past, future, present. Listen. The world is always speaking. I am always speaking. Teach? I cannot." Most often, they would not stay long. Sometimes she could be seen, swimming with grace through the waters, bubbles trailing behind her and runes glowing faintly. She would collect the prophecies, cradling them carefully and whispering to the ocean. She looked like an ancient beast that hid at the bottom of the sea, the ones heard of only in child's legends. However, when you looked at her eyes, they were young, blazing, passionate. She had been made ancient, wise too young. This bubbles were her life. They were Sorneith's life, containing the past, the future, the present. She spoke often of the prophecies within but never of the one she saw so dark that day in the rain. Dragons said she lived between worlds. She still loved the rain. Her mind contemplated everything as thunderstorms raged above the violent sea. This is rain.  Genes: Tertiary: Runes (thank you Lililira for giving me the accent Bright Writing Sky) |
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