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Overwatered Seedling
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A delicate vase, painted to depict the Windsinger. The brushstrokes appear to wriggle and dance across its surface, as if they yearn to peel off and fly away.
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Velvet Floracat
Familiar
Though its fur is plush, it is the soft down of the leaves that earned this floracat's name. (Colored by Skelizard.)
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About. GhostMoon was the brightest of her siblings. She showed an almost immediate gift for Sorcery and had mastered the basic elemental Wind magic within a few weeks of her first attempts, a feat which took most dragons months. GhostMoon was happy to be in the background of clan life, content not to be the centre of attention at every moment, unlike her Tundra siblings. She did find that she had some things in common with her sister SilverWing, but overall they were not as close as they could have been. SilverWing was loud, tough, strong. GhostMoon was more interested in the magic around them than in being noticed. She was always however happy to have her big sister there to stand up for her. It wasn't that GhostMoon was weak, but rather that she strongly believed violence didn't solve anything. SilverWing was her bodyguard, snapping and snarling at any dragons that disrespected her sister. Although GhostMoon is a studious dragon, she was not exempt from causing trouble once in a while. Her and SilverWing greatly enjoyed causing mischief in the clan. GhostMoon would manipulate the magical currents around her to prevent her clanmates from seeing them, effectively casting a shield around themselves. GhostMoon is also a very loyal dragon. She will stand by what she believes in, unless it will injure someone that she holds close. This has proven to cause many conflictions within the Mirror, sometimes even pitting her against herself in a brutal battle that often ends only in her rage. Her quiet, reserved nature has led Ghost to become resilient, able to withstand harsh criticism without so much as flinching, no matter how harsh the comment. She prides herself on this skill, because criticism was something she experienced a lot of as she grew up. In her opinion, this resilience spawned due to her many siblings. As siblings do, they joked and insulted her, and she fired insults back just as much. GhostMoon is also an incredibly stubborn dragon. She refuses to give in to something that does not suit her, with no thought for the consequences. This makes her reckless and willing to take risks for what she believes is the best thing. Most dragons find that their first opinions of Ghost are wrong. Usually, they think that she will be a pushover, easy to shove around and bully. If they ever try it however, they will find themselves with a formidable opponent who will not back down for anything.[/url].
Origins. GhostMoon couldn't wait to leave her birthclan. The place was constantly loud, bustling with noise and energy no matter where she went in hope of a reprieve. If Ghost went to the woods that sure died to clan, she'd run into the hunters or travellers. If she took refuge within one of the huge clusters of bamboo dotting the slopes down to the clan, her siblings, parents or any other clanmates would find her and ask what she was up to. They were all far too friendly and talkative in Ghost's opinion. She wanted peace and quite to practice her magic, she wanted a place with no interruption and space to think. It was no challenge when she was deciding where to move to. Ghost knew immediately that she desired the calming forests of the GladeKeeper. She'd heard countless stories of the surreal peace of the place and the great views for travellers. It seemed so much different from her birthclan that Ghost could hardly believe such a place existed. The Mirror wanted desperately to see it for herself, just to prove that it was real and not a product of myth and legend. She left one bright morning with the blessing of the clans leader - her father, StarStealer - and a Nature Tome from SilverWing. She would be the first of her siblings to set off for new lands. She had a chance to see the world, but when it was fight in front of her, in that moment as Ghost spread her wings and readied to lift off, she was petrified. Ghost was rooted to the spot in her fear. She had never left her family, had never spent a night alone. She had no idea what to expect or what would appear before her as she journeyed. The prospect of it all weighed like lead on her shoulders, pushing her back down as she tried to get up. After a small internal war, GhostMoon flicked her wings and leapt from the ground, slipping her newly attained Tome onto her back. She couldn't wait to read it already, but decided to keep it as a thing for her new clan in the Nature Territory. As soon as Ghost managed to start her flight, every nerve was replaced by exhilaration and ecstatic joy. Adrenaline flooded the Mirror; she couldn't wait to arrive. She wondered what the Nature territory would be like, how she would actually get there. Ghost had studied the maps in the clan Scroll Room, but being in the field was a whole new world to her. Everything looked much different, even though she had plotted her route multiple times. She began to worry for a moment, and then decided to push those feelings right down. This would be the best journey of her life. She was certain of it.
Off Course
GhostMoon had thought that she was completely on track. It turned out, however, that she was utterly and hopelessly lost. What she'd thought to be the Viridian Labyrinth in the far distance, turned out to be The Sunbeam Ruins. How she'd managed to confuse the two, Ghost had no idea. In her defence, she hadn't been paying very much attention to her surroundings, it wasn't entirely her fault. The distraction of her future looming right before her had put her off track a bit. Ghost had never studied the world maps that had been hung up on the wall of her birthclans Archive Cavern. She had worked out how to get to the Viridian Labyrinth and hoped she woods be able to follow that path. As the sun beat down on her, making her scales heat up and drenching everything in a bright light, Ghost took in the beauty of the place around her. She touched down on the warm grass, shaded in the shadow of a fallen pillar from long ago and sat down, pulling her tome from her shoulder and placing it by her side. Unfortunately, Ghost hadn't had the initiative to bring along a map. She silently cursed herself for her stupidity. At this time, the winds would be near impossible to cross, so she wouldn't be able to get home anytime soon. At certain points in the year, the Zephyr Current became incredibly powerful, making any dragons unused to its violence completely helpless in its grasp. Even Wind Flight dragons found it difficult to pass through the Current. A journey that usually took a day at the most would take a week. A small lack of focus could trap even the mightiest Imperials in the winds, leaving them at the mercy of the battering force. Ghost had watched once as a traveller, passing through the territory, had been swept into oblivion by the current. They had been flying calmly through the sky, oblivious to the silent beast before them, and then suddenly they were rocketing far into the distance, out of sight in a heartbeat. There was no way Ghost was risking that. She would be only be put even more off track. As she sat there, Ghost realised that she could call upon her magic to find another route. This particular spell would wilt the grass around her in a wings length circle. She didn't really care about that though, all she had to do was get back on track and towards her goal. Ghosts runes pulsed as she called upon her power, feeling a slight tug in her stomach as it sparked into existence and illuminated a pathway through the sky. As she watched, the grass crackled and fizzed, crumbling to ash before her eyes. The Mirror grinned, happy that she had taken the time to memorise that particular spell, she had known it would come in handy at some point. She picked up her tome again, realising that she hadn't required it after all, and lifted into the sky once again.
After this brief interruption, Ghost was able to go back to her original path and follow the illumination that she had created to ensure she wouldn't be lost again. It wasn't too long till she saw the Viridian Labyrinth in all its glory. Trees taller than she could ever have imagined scraped the clouds high above her, twined together with long, sloping vines and dotted with prey and birds of all shapes and colours. It was a magnificent sight, a myriad of greens and oranges. She couldn't see any dragons yet, or sense any close-by clans, but with the forest being a thick as it looked from here, a dragon could be hidden in plain sight without her knowing. Ghost felt a sudden rush of excitement as she thought about the prospect of being in a new clan in a days time. It was thrilling. She would have a new place to practice magic, a new branch of magic to perfect and bend to her will. Her reputation was clean in this place, too. She was known in the Wind territory for her excessive use of magic, which many dragons viewed as a bad thing. Magic was believed to be sacred, a small portion of it contained within every dragon that was to be called upon only in times of great need. This magic couldn't disappear, or 'dry out' or anything, no, it would always exist within each being. Ghost didn't see a problem with using her magic, it was a source of power to her, something she could use to get her way and accomplish things that she was otherwise unable to. Her magic also connected her to Sornieth. Magic ran through the world, and by using this energy, Ghost strengthened her bond with everything around her. Ghost dropped lower in the sky so that she could land within the forest. The trees were packed so closely, she almost hit them with her wings. She found herself curling her wings inward slightly to avoid hitting them, membranes whiskers away from the rough bark. She landed ungracefully, only just keeping on her feet, and looked around. The forest was full of background noises from unseen sources. Chirps and growls rang out around her, accompanied by the odd whistle of wind through the fairway tree tops. It was all very calming, relaxing in a way Ghost hadn't anticipated. The Mirror adjusted her tome so that it sat between her wings and folded them on her back. She started walking across the thick roots that peppered the forest floor, each step careful and precise to prevent her from falling between them. Ghost came across a clan before long, hidden amongst the trees and dogged with dragons of varying shapes and sizes. She got the sense that this clan was a bit older, possibly around the same age as her birthclan. It would make a good base to practice her magic in, in peace. Ghost didn't really ask to stay in the clan, she simply located the lairs and took up residence in one of them. None of her clanmates seemed to mind, and even if they had, Ghost didn't leave her Cave long enough to know. She stayed inside for the most part, brewing potions and conjuring a multitude of spells with the use of her tome. Nature magic was different from Wind magic, it was more wide and simple, less like the complex and intricate flourish of the magic she had grown up with. Ghost liked the larger movements, the way that it would hold strong and steady, like the trunk of an old tree in a storm, when she moved. Wind magic was like smoke, fluid and ever-moving, Nature magic took hold to what was around it, gripping like roots to her claws. It was useful for some spells, detailed in the book, but Ghost found that it was difficult to manipulate to her will, a strain on her abilities. It was a challenge, and she loved it.
Mortem
Ghost settled into the clan with ease, keeping to the edges of the society and only interacting with her clanmates when it was absolutely necessary. That was how she liked it, being left alone with her magic and her thoughts. The only problem was that every few days, Ghost was forced to go through the clan and collect the herbs and potion ingredients she required for her work. This didn't bother her too much, the journey was short and she could be back within a short period of time, but sometimes she ran into a Guardian who seemed to be patrolling the clan. He kept trying to strike conversation with her, even though Ghost was interested solely in finding her herbs and returning to her lair. It wasn't that he annoyed her, it was that she was never sure how to react. He always appeared alarmed to see her, but hid it quickly behind a feigned easy-going smile. This made GhostMoon curious, she wanted to know what he was up to. Throughout their first few interactions, the Guardian introduced himself as Mortem, a retired guard who specialised in the construction of armour for the Guards to wear on their patrols. Ghost spoke little at first, but began to open up a bit as she ran into him again and again. After a while, Ghost found out why he had always looked alarmed when she appeared. She hadn't gone out of her way to discover whatever secret he was hiding, she juts happened to show up one day and cat h him in the act. It was dark, the brush-stroke moon just visible through the trees, when the Mirror realised that she had run out of a moss she required to finish her latest potion. It always annoyed her to leave things half completed, so she ventured out in search of the precious plant. The forest was a lot calmer at night, looming high above her almost protectively. Small pinpricks of light blinked in and out of existence around her; bugs which she reckoned were fireflies. They flew lazily, centimetres from her jaws, utterly unafraid. Ghost was intrigued by them. Most creatures scarpered at the sight of a dragon, yet these small, talon sized insects floated right past her without a hint of agitation. She didn't dwell on this for long, focusing instead on the task at hand. That was when she had seen him; Mortem. He was sitting in a small dip between two thick, dark brown roots, staring at the miniature fireballs around him. His expression was one of tranquility, complete ease and calm. Was this what he did? What he came to the forest? To watch the fireflies? Ghost frowned at the thought. She had pictured him as a rougher Guardian, battle hardened possibly. She supposed the majority of the clan must think along those lines, too. Something like this would probably distort their view of the ex-guard, which was probably not something that he wanted. She made herself known by greeting him, a grin quirking the corners of her mouth. Mortimer had jumped, tense and alert, all signs of calm gone in an instant. He looked almost sheepishly at the fireflies, then the ground. Ghost had reassured him then, why, she wasn't sure. She didn't want him to be ashamed for some reason unbeknownst to her. When he invited her to sit with him, she agreed without hesitation. The darkness was her territory, it was familiar and easy to fall back on. She felt more confident as she settled beside him, watching the insects flutter past their faces and into the tree tops above. It was almost magical, sitting there. There was a sense of warmth that was slowly spreading through the Mirror. They chatted about stupid things, learning more about each other as the night crept on. Ghost was used to getting minimal sleep - normally, she was unable to leave her potions alone for long - and so she wasn't tired in the slightest. She learned that Mortem also didn't sleep, for reasons much different to hers. He was always too alert, too ready for an attack of some kind, to properly rest himself. Ghost had never felt more relaxed in her life. She was completely content to just sit with the Guardian, even though usually she stayed away from her clanmates. It felt nice to talk with someone, without judgement from either side. They sat together through the night, watching as the moon rose high above them, accompanied by a pathway of stars.
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Black Cat
Apparel
Frequently hides while napping, resulting in many lost-cat hunts led by distraught dragons.
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Current Status -- Re-gene~eh% Complete
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-Runes -Applied 11/28/2016
Simple Darksteel Bracelets
Apparel
The perfect complement to any outfit, these darksteel bracelets seem to absorb the light.
500
Orange Wooly Coat
Apparel
No tundras were harmed in the making of this wooly coat.
250
Nature Tome
Apparel
A durable leather tome filled with ancient knowledge of the Nature Flight.
1000
Mage's Ivory Hat
Apparel
This ostentatious hat screams 'magic-user', which is just as well, since the noise it creates prevents any attempts at stealth.
1400
Ghost Flame Cloak
Apparel
Intricate patterns and rare, ghostly cloth hold this finely-crafted cloak together.
500
Scratch
Energy Stone
A low damage scratching attack that generates some Breath.
25
Required Level: 1
Shred
Ability Stone
A medium damage melee attack. The target takes damage from bleeding for a short time.
250
Required Level: 1
Overwatered Seedling
Familiar
You've given it sunlight and mineral supplements, what does it want from you? Blood?
1500
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