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Dawnbreak

(#26369867)

Level 3 Spiral

Energy: 50/50

Personal Style

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Skin

Scene

Physical Attributes

Battle Stats

Measurements

Length

2.33 m

Wingspan

2.63 m

Weight

96.56 kg

Genetics

Thistle
Poison

Beige
Shimmer

Eggplant
Glimmer

Hatchday

Aug 22, 2016
(7 years)

Breed

Adult
Spiral

Eye Type

Light
Common

Level 3 Spiral

EXP: 1071 / 1401

STR

AGI

DEF

QCK

INT

VIT

MND

Lineage

Parents

Offspring

Biography

Dawnbreak

Midwife

"Dawnbreak"

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Pronouns: she/her

Mate: Sounders

Age: Where did old wives' tales come from?

Favorite Color: Purple

Favorite Food:

Hates expensive objects

Mothering

Values her mate above all else

Merciless

A Quick Look

Theme Song

"Quote."

(Content Warning: hatchling death.)

Dawnbreak has family near the Kelp Beds, Light dragons with a fondness for fishing. She grew up in her clan with training as a hatchling caretaker, but it soon became clear that she had a sadistic streak - against anyone who was old enough to "know better". To younger dragons, Dawnbreak was as kind and caring as the gentle waves of the shores they were on.

Because of her ability to be cruel, her parents arranged to start training Dawnbreak as a midwife. She would be able to order panicking nesting pairs around as needed, and remain unmoved by a dragon's shrieks the way a mate might abandon the eggs to comfort their beloved. Turns out, she's good at it! And, a fierce protector, she would often accompany the exhausted parents over the border between Water land and Light land, to ensure that the clutch hatched into new Light dragons for the clan.

Eventually, young Dawnbreak fell in love. She's helped bring so many hatchlings into the clan, surely, surely she's allowed to have her own clutch? Nobody in the clan pays attention to the dalliance of younglings, sure that the knowledge that every dragon would be found a suitable mate by the leader would prevent unwanted eggs. And, of course, the one she loved was a dragon slated for exalting. They were swift, an efficient fighter, and worth sending to the ranks of the Lightweaver.

In the mindset of young, foolish dragons, Dawnbreak and her beau slept together on the night they left. A fond memory, a grand, romantic farewell - and Dawnbreak returned to her duties. If she was slightly downtrodden, it was similar enough to her usual subdued attitude that nobody took note.

What was taken note was a clutch of three eggs, one of which was broken in delivery and one which was cracked and dented by a blind kick. She tried to hide the nest, but her instinctive need to stay nearby and watch the two surviving eggs soon outed Dawnbreak to her parents. They were furious, even more furious that she refused to tell them who her mate had been. She knew, they'd call them back from his duties. He wouldn't be able to be exalted twice.

So, she stayed silent. Two days of hiding, three days of silence - and then an egg wiggled. Admist all the fighting and noise, Dawnbreak forgot about the journey to Light territory for the hatching. Her parents sent her off to make the journey alone.

Desperately racing against the twitching of the eggs in her arms, Dawnbreak shouldered open the doorway into the tower leading to the clan's nests. The guardian stationed there watched impassively as she scrambled inside, leaving bloody footprints on the door as she kicked it shut behind her.

Somewhat panicked, she said the first thing that came to mind. "Er, sorry, that's not dragon's blood!"

They blinked slowly, and said, "I can only illuminate the first steps for you."

"Right, right, the journey and trials of a parent, overcoming the shadow, all that," Dawnbreak rolled her eyes. "I've heard it before, you've seen me here! I need to get up, I need to bring my hatchlings - "

"I can only illuminate the first steps for you," was the only reply.

"Then do it!"

"I can only illuminate the first steps for you."

Dawnbreak didn't bother to snap at the guardian again, too busy scrambling forwards onto the now-lighted steps. She jumped over a patch of black, gliding a bit further over an entirely shaded section, skidding to a stop in the magelight. One flight down, only about...a billion more to go.

Or, Dawnbreak thought to herself, there's only 11 to go. Another warm movement from the whole egg, and there's only 10 to go. Only 9. A chirping sound from the cracked egg. Only 8. A reply from the other egg. Only 7. Dodging a patch of black, ducking under a ray of solid shadow. Only 6. Sharp cracking echos out, as her strong, willful children start to stretch and break their shells. 5 more. Whispered pleas for them to wait, just wait a little bit. The doorway, a nice soft nest is only 4 flights away. Their rocking becomes violent, Dawnbreak can hardly hold onto them and move around the shadows tradition dictates she must avoid. 3 more. Why? What's so wrong with them? If she could just charge through, then - 2 more.

So close, and she slips. Here, she would have had her mate, there with strong wings to support her. But she protected them, here they are not, and one egg slides away from her as she scrabbles her way onto stable land. Dawnbreak is stable now, but the egg rocks and cracks, further away - onto the edge.

Dawnbreak whips around, holding close the other egg to her chest, reaching out for the runaway egg. There's a shadow. She twists to avoid it, and ends up too far to reach the egg with her arms. It wiggles harder, and begins to roll off the edge.

Barely, just barely, Dawnbreak loops her tail around the egg, propping it up between thin air, scales, and the sharp edge of the stairwell. She could feel the heartbeat of the egg she held close, see the guardian far below, apathetically staring up, and she was very, very aware of the shadow between her and her egg.

Reaching it would be hard, having to maintain tension with her tail until she could edge around enough, she thought. Going right would be easier, and just as she took her first step a small ping resounded through the tower. The first piece of the shell had been finally kicked free by the frantic child inside, ready to join the world.

Frozen in horror, Dawnbreak could only watch with wide eyes as the hatchling - her hatchling! - started to wiggle free from the egg. Were they close enough to Light territory that it would be the right element? There's a tail, there's an arm, it's clearly a spiral like her. But the eyes, what eyes would it have?

Just as a snout poked free, Dawnbreak felt something in the egg give. It's precarious position was upset by the hatchling's wild movements, and the thin shell supporting her child gave way like the worst kind of trapdoor.

Dawnbreak dove forward, shadows and tradition be damned, one arm reaching out for the kid. But it had already started to fall, small noodle body flailing. It was almost the same as a cat trying to right itself in midair, but with more wings and flapping put into the mix. Taking flight herself, Dawnbreak went after her hatchling.

But the stairwell was narrow, there was no space to flap, and those first few seconds of bewilderment cost dearly. The hatchling was blinking up with large, yellow eyes at it's mother, all smiling gums and needle-y baby claws when it hit the floor, and Dawnbreak landed right after.

Horrified, she moved forward to gather up the cooling body; as if she could somehow return it to life. In doing so, Dawnbreak felt the egg she held already. Looking down at it, she noticed the light egg had a creeping shadow twining grey strands across it.

"Wha - no! Baby, c'mon, it's time to hatch now!" She could see the fuzzy shape inside, through the top of the egg where the shadow had not overgrown yet. " You have to, you need to get out, you've been doing so well..."

Just as her pleas did no good in stopping one child from hatching, they did nothing in driving forward the other child to hatch. Clutching the egg close to her heart with both arms, she stared desperately down as the hatchling inside moved sluggishly and began to grow cold. She had done so well in avoiding the shadows, until she jumped off the edge.

In her attempts to save both hatchlings, she had lost them.

Very slowly, Dawnbreak looked up at the guardian, still staring at her. A moment stood when they made eye contact, before she began to yell. "Why didn't you help? You could have caught them! I saw you, you were right here, you could have flown, you, you could have..." Just as fast as her anger came, it abated. Dawnbreak broke down, sobbing.

As she cradled a cold egg to her and stared at the blood splatters, Dawnbreak realized that not all of them were fresh. Some stains remained, each concentrated around an oddly clean spot where other poorly timed hatchlings, like hers, must have lain.

It was into this the guardian spoke, sounding mournful but unmoving. "I could only have illuminated the first steps for you."

After the loss of her first clutch, Dawnbreak willingly left her clan for the Auction House, to send whatever treasure she could earn back to the clan that raised her before she moved on to another place. Luckily, or perhaps unluckily (Dawnbreak knew what happened to most AH sales), she was bought up by a clan in the Shifting Expanse.

She didn't speak as she was hurried into a space filled with piles of apparel, bolts of fabric threatening to topple over and suffocate both her and the dragon guiding her. She dared them to try. They, sadly, did not.

They came to a stop in a crampled space, and the dragon shoved fine silks, at her. When she started to put them on wrong (and how can you put on a scarf wrong? It just goes around your neck!) the dragon brusquely took over the dressing.

Shuffled back out of the potentially deadly but very fashionable room, Dawnbreak was led to a circle of 10 different pastel and elaborately dressed dragons. No wonder they needed all the apparel, each one was wearing a ludicously expensive amount! They stared at her in a very disconcerting way, then turned to eachother and whispered. Then they turned back to her, sometimes walking around her a bit, before whispering together again.

Just as Dawnbreak was about to demand someone to say something to her, the first dragon shuttled her back to the fashion room. The fine silks were stripped off of her in a businesslike manner, and she was pushed out the door. To be sent off to another clan, apparently, one that had ties to this one.

She never got an explanation for exactly what just happened to her, but she did get a warm welcome from the new clan. It was small, and mixed in element. Hatchlings tangled underfoot, and a large bogsneak lounged in the dark waters of the river. A brightly coloured fae tended to a small patch of flowers growing despite the lack of light filtering through the trees. This was the fearsome Shadow flight? The people who her clan - her former clan, and that thought hurt - was sworn to fight?

There were no traditions here she could see, none of the rules, and certainly not strict, planned out pairs. In fact, what she did see was a den offered all to herself, plenty of dragons letting to let her try out hunting or potion-ing or whatever she wanted to do, and a strong, silent mirror who had gifted her a gorgeous familiar to train and raise as her own.

Slowly, arranging her new den to her liking, she smiled. This...Dawnbreak could certainly get used to.

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