Malachite
(#26971261)
Level 1 Imperial
Familiar
Frostbite Hummingbird
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This dragon’s natural inborn element is Ice.
Male Imperial
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Personal Style
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Skin
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Measurements
Length
26.32 m
Wingspan
17.42 m
Weight
6254.41 kg
Genetics
Eldritch
Iridescent
Iridescent
Obsidian
Shimmer
Shimmer
Thicket
Circuit
Circuit
Hatchday
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Level 1 Imperial
EXP: 0 / 245
STR
6
AGI
6
DEF
6
QCK
5
INT
8
VIT
8
MND
6
Biography
The Luna Clan
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Malachite
Archaeologist 
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 Early Life
Born at the frozen base of the Cloudscrape Crags, ice and snow was all Malachite had ever known. When he was old enough to use his wings, his father took him to see the piece of the pillar the Icewarden built their home around. The journey to the pillar took several days and all the while Malachite looked in awe at the icy landscape before him. “Papa?” the hatchling looked up at his father, “Is the whole world white like this?” His father let out a deep laugh that Malachite thought could cause an avalanche. “If only it were son. The Icewarden gave us this wonderful landscape to live and raise our young in, but the rest of the world isn’t as fortunate as us.” “Oh.” Malachite thought to himself about how desolate the rest of the world must be. Their little corner of the world was in darkness for part of the year, and the cold, always the cold. “Yes” his father stated, interrupting the youngling’s quiet musings “The rest of the world is not as fortunate. Just look at the majesty around you son. The rainbow of colors reflected off the sunlight, the abundance of water available to us, and the fish that are under the ice! Truly the Icewarden has blessed us. The rest of the world…” He spat onto the rocks beside him a look of disgust and pity tangled on his features “The Filthy One’s lands are nothing but disease and the dragons there, carriers of plague and famine, and the Arcanist, wild magic courses through his lands, trapping any unwary dragons. Not to mention the other gods’ realms. Forests so thick with trees they create a permanent darkness under their branches and house monsters that swallow up little hatchlings, sweltering heat and lava flows that could burn the scales off your hide in seconds, and oceans so deep many a dragon has lost their life to drowning. No son, we must thank the Icewarden for what he has given us. That is why we are making this journey. Just like I did and my father before me, and so on for generations.” He looked down at Malachite and smiled to see a look of awe over his son’s face. Though mistaking the reasoning behind it. He puffed up his chest and swelled at the the pride he thought his son must feel for these lands. The end of their journey took them to the Icewarden’s shard of the great pillar. It stood taller than even his father, and so large across that, to the tiny little hatchling eyes, it went on forever. His father beckoned the young dragon over to sit beside him, in the cool shade of the fragment. “Come son, it is time I tell you the history of this world. And the great Icewarden’s part in it.” He told Malachite of the beginning of the world. How the Shade threatened to destroy everything the gods had created and how the gods pushed back the shade and formed the pillar with their corporeal forms. There was a gap in time, he explained, when the dragons slumbered peacefully for many a millennia. Then how the peace was shattered when the Arcanist foolishly called to the shade and the pillar shattered and the gods fled to all corners of the world. It was then that the gods created the dragon flights. He told Malachite how it was their duty and honor to protect this land from the other flights, and maybe one day Malachite would even serve the great Icewarden himself. At the end of his tale, he looked expectantly down at his son. Malachite was awe stricken. His young mind was filled with all of the wonders of the world. He knew he needed to see the site of the original pillar, and he must see the homes of the rest of the flights. And trees! Oh trees sounded just lovely to the hatchling. Although he did not know what they looked like, he felt they must be more amazing than the mountain range his clan called home. His father however saw the look of awe and took it as confirmation he understood the importance of the clan's role to the Icewarden. “Yes son, you may one day serve in the exalted ranks of the Icewarden. Just like I did when I was young.” The older dragon swelled with pride at these words so entrenched in the idea that Malachite would follow in his clawsteps that he didn’t notice his son drawing pictures of crudely formed trees in the snow. “Come now son” He scooped the younger dragon off the ground and onto his back “Your mother should be expecting us home and we’ll get there faster if you ride on me.” As they took off toward the clanhome, Malachite looked at the imposing fragment and knew that one day, he was going to see the world. 
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Leaving Home
When his stint as a hunter did not pan out, his mother decided to give him an apprenticeship under the clan shaman. At first it seemed like a match made in heaven, Malachite’s ache for knowledge seemed to be sated, and he was learning the arts of healing fairly quickly. The resident shaman could tell however, that Malachite’s heart was not in it. While every dragon could understand the basics of healing for treatment of minor wounds and scrapes, a true shaman poured their heart and soul into their work. The passion threaded through the magic is what caused even the worst wounds to heal. After trying his claw at healing magic, he tried almost every role available in the clan. In the frozen wastes, a dragon without a purpose was no more than a burden, and he refused to be a burden to his clan. Throughout all of this trial and error, his relationship with his father had become strained. No longer did Malachite see the proud warrior, fierce and determined to provide for the clan. Malachite only saw an old dragon, desperately trying to relive his glory days through his son. Every job that Malachite tried and failed at, only caused their relationship to further sour. Their conversations became strained and often ended in fights because Malachite couldn't live up to his father's standards. So Malachite would throw himself at the next job given to him. Determined to succeed. Although whether that determination was brought on to make his father proud, out of a sense of duty to the clan or even just out of spite, was impossible to tell. He was busy attempting to work the clan forge in his latest quest to find where he fit in, when his father came up to him, twinkle in his eye and a smile on his face. “Malachite, son. I think it’s time we talk about your role in our clan.” Malachite looked toward the dragon he was apprenticing to, who waved him off with a claw and stoked the forge Malachite couldn’t even light. “Dad I know I haven’t found my purpose yet, but I’ll get there I swear it!” The pair began to walk down the corridor toward the residential caves. His father chuckled “Son you haven’t found your purpose in the clan because your purpose isn’t here.” He paused waiting for his son to speak up. Malachite remained quiet, unsure of what his father had to say. The older dragon grinned, “Don’t be so shy son! Your purpose is a great honor to dragons, a great honor to the clan! You’re going to be exalted into the ranks of the Icewarden!” Malachite came to a sudden stop in the middle of the corridor. His father continuing on ahead, unaware Malachite had stopped. A thousand thoughts ran through the Imperial’s mind in a second. He couldn’t be exalted. He needed to see the world. He didn’t want to fight the other flights; he wanted to learn from them. How could his father do this? “...and we’ll see if my old armour fits you. It may have to be adjusted, I was quite a bit..” “N-no” Malachite stammered at his father’s retreating back. His father steps faltered and he turned to face the stunned Imperial. “What was that boy? It almost sounded like you said..” Malachite puffed his chest and widened his stance. He wouldn’t let his father dictate his life “I said no. I don’t want to be exalted. I want to explore the world, learning from dragons, not killing them.” The methodical sound of his father’s heavy footfalls coming down the corridor towards him caused Malachite’s stance to waver. He had never seen his father so angry. Smoke was beginning to curl from his nostrils and he could see the fire welling up behind his eyes. “Being exalted is the highest honor a dragon can receive. You will not tarnish this clan’s reputation by refusing it." The large dragon was now snout to snout with his son, his voice emanating in a low growl. "I had to call in almost all of the favors I was due to even get you a position like this. You have failed at every task you have tried. So you are as much use to this clan as the eggshells you left behind. This is your only option left. You will do this clan proud and you will serve under the Icewarden. A scouting troop will be by in the morning to collect you. I expect you to be ready. No arguments.” And with that, his father turned and stormed away from him. Malachite could feel the tears freely running down his face. He knew he couldn’t join the ranks of the Icewarden. As he got to his room, he made his decision, if his purpose wasn’t within the clan, then he would find it somewhere else in the world. With or without his father’s approval. That night, after making sure the majority of the clan was asleep, Malachite packed his bags. He left a note on his nest for his parents to find. And with one last look to make sure he hadn’t forgotten anything, he started to make his way to the entrance of the clan home. On his way passed his parents’ cave, he stopped in the entrance. He could see the shadows in the room shift as the dragons within slept. “I’m sorry” he whispered to the darkness “I have to do this. Please forgive me.” The walk to the entrance was the longest walk he had ever taken. He felt as if he had been walking for hours, when barely a few minutes had passed. As he turned the corner into the main hall, he was stopped by another dragon. “Mom! I-I didn’t expect you to be awake.” He squared his shoulders and halfheartedly tried to push passed her “I have to do this, please don’t try to stop me.” His mother placed a claw on his shoulder, stopping him in his tracks. “I won’t stop you. I had a feeling you were going to leave after your father told me about the fight you two had. If you believe your place is out in the rest of the world, then far be it for me to prevent you from finding it.” She sighed as she ran a claw softly across his cheek. “I just needed to see you. To make sure this is what you wanted. And to make sure you knew I wasn’t disappointed in you. Malachite nuzzled his mother affectionately and pulled her in for a hug. “Thank you. But… what about dad?” His mother pulled away from him, a look of concern and sympathy crossing her features. “Don’t you worry about your father. He may be furious in the morning, but once he realizes why you’re leaving, he may loosen up a little.” She pulled out a small leather wrapped bundle that had been tucked under her wing and gave it to him “Before you go, I took the liberty of packing a few items for you. Healing items for the most part. Some bandages and poultices, and the most up to date map I could find in our hoard. It's been a very long time since I’ve been beyond our borders, so I’m not sure how much the lands have changed. But it’s always good to be prepared.” Malachite gratefully took the bundle from his mother and tucked it into the bags nestled on his back.Light was beginning to appear through the entrance to the clan home. His mother sighed and pulled him in for a quick hug “You had better leave now. Your father will be up soon, and I’m sure the patrol won’t be far off. If you get caught by either one, you won’t ever get another chance like this. I love you, and don’t forget, you’ll always have a home here if you need it.” “I love you too, Mom. And thank you. I promise I’ll write as often as I can.” With that, he unfurled his wings and took to the morning sky. His journey across the world had begun.
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The Starfall Isles
As he watched the sun rise further from the horizon, Malachite thought of the dragons he was likely to meet and the questions he wanted to ask of them. Were they as cold and quick to judge as the dragons of the Southern Expanse? Or would they be more open to share their knowledge and extend friendships? With these questions and more in mind, Malachite finished his meal, rolled up his map and took off toward the Star Fall Isles. While crossing the tundra had been uneventful, the weather across the ice was harsher and more unforgiving than Malachite anticipated. Waves crashed between the iceflows, threatening to overturn them. The wind was harsher as well. Whenever he tried to take to the skies, it would take control of his wings and threaten to throw him into the churning seas below. With no place to take shelter from the tormenting winds and waves, Malachite was forced to carefully pick his way across. It seemed as if the Tidelord and Windsinger were both trying their hardest to topple the young dragon and destroy what little remained of this part of the Icewarden’s kingdom. He had been trekking across the ice for hours, his methodical progress frequently interrupted when the wind threatened to feed him to the waves. Malachite would have to dig his claws into the slick surface of the ice in an attempt to keep himself on solid ground. The wind was relentless, and the waves, crashing over the edge of the ice and dragging at his anchored claws, were only making matters worse. By the time he could see the shores that bordered the Starwood Strand, he was soaked to the bone and on the verge of blacking out from the cold. He stepped onto the last iceflow separating the Icewarden’s domain from the Arcanist's when the waves below shifted the ice, and Malachite lost his balance. Reflexes made him stretch out his wings, but that only allowed the winds to sink their icy claws into him. He saw the dark blue of the waves looming up below before darkness overtook him. 
He awoke to the sensation of soft furs against his scales and the heat of a fire against his flank. "Is this death?" The young dragon thought to himself. "Its warmer and softer than i expected." Malachite cracked open his eyes and was greeted by a roaring fire. Confused, he sat up and felt the furs he was covered in slide off his back. He picked one up and turned it over in his claws. "No. I can't be dead." He said to himself. "But where am I? The last thing i remember is being pulled down by the sea..." "You were lucky I was nearby." An older guardian stepped out from the entrance to the room. Her eyes were the rich pink of the Arcanist and the firelight glinted off her bronze armor. While there was no smile on her face, Malachite could see the kindness in her eyes. But his gaze was quickly drawn to the bowl in her claws, and the scent coming from within. Seeing the look of hunger on his face, the guardian huffed and slid the bowl his direction. "I take it you haven't had a warm meal in a while. Just judging from the way you're attacking that soup. And considering my cooking isn't very good, you must be starving." Malachite looked up long enough to meet her gaze before resuming his ravenous attack on the soup. "Ish goosh." He said between slurps of his meal. A small hint of a smile tugged at the corners of her mouth. She briefly left the room before returning with the entire pot of soup carried by its handle between her teeth, and a second bowl in her free claw. She set the pot down and poured herself a helping before sliding the rest of it toward Malachite who was attempting to suck the droplets out of the wood. Upon seeing the pot before him, the young imperial forgot all manners and stuck his head into the steaming pot of soup. The two ate in companionable silence. Occasionally punctuated by Malachite slurps. When he had his fill, Malachite settled back onto the nest of furs he woke up from. His gaze drifted around the room. The cave was a little small for a guardian and sparsely furnished. It felt cozy with the fire, but he could tell it wasn't originally built by his host. "Did..." He swallowed his words, suddenly nervous in front of the other dragon. "Did you rescue me?" The guardian nodded in response, and when Malachite received no further explanation, he realized he would have to dig to find out what had happened to him. "How long was I asleep?" "A few days. At first I thought you were dead, but you surprised me." "How did you save me?" The guardian shifted her own own furs across from the Imperial. "I had been watching you for a while. Your black coloring isn't exactly easy camouflage against the ice. I was curious to see what you would do. But when I saw you hit the water and not resurface, I knew you would be dead if I didn't do anything. So i dove in after you." Confused, Malachite looked at his paws before responding, "Dove in? Why didn't you drown with me?" The guardian lashed her tail as if Malachite had offended her. "I may have been born under the Arcanist's influence, but that doesn't completely erase the nature of my species. Guardian's are excellent swimmers. Unlike Imperials apparently." Malachite was glad for his dark coloring, it hid the sudden flush of his cheeks. That smile tugged at the corner of her mouth again. "Don't worry little one. I was only teasing." "But why? Why did you save me?" She frowned and stared into the fire. Minutes passed before she spoke again. "Its... hard to explain to a dragon that isn't a guardian." She paused as if searching for the correct words, "When a member of my species comes of age, they get an... urge. This urge is called 'The Search'. A guardian will set out to find the reason behind the search. Their Charge. This charge could be anything from a set of ruins, a forest, a beastclan member or..."She turned and met Malachite's gaze, "an individual dragon." His eye widened "...m-me? But I don't even know your name." The smile hiding in the corner of her mouth took over. "Goldoak." She returned her gaze to the fire and let the smile fall from her lips. "I had a life. The need to follow the search was there, but I-I thought i was happy." She sighed into the firelight, and Malachite could see the glint of tears in her eyes. He got up from under the furs, and walked over to Goldoak. Laying down next to her, he stared into the fire with her. "I don't really know what being your charge means. But if it means a new friendship, and a new life, then I will stick by your side. Where ever this takes us, we can do it together right?" She allowed herself to smile at her charge. "You are quite the optimist, aren't you?" Malachite beamed up at her before being interrupted by a yawn. Goldoak nodded in agreement at the tiring imperial. "Its been a long day. For both of us. We should get some rest." She threw a wing over Malachite, and both dragons settled in for the night. Both of them nervous and excited about the prospective future. To be continued...
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