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Anamika

(#27298215)

Level 1 Wildclaw

Familiar

Death Seeker

Energy: 0/50

Personal Style

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Scene

Physical Attributes

Battle Stats

Measurements

Length

7.43 m

Wingspan

7.94 m

Weight

536.29 kg

Genetics

Midnight
Iridescent

Garnet
Shimmer

Tangerine
Circuit

Hatchday

Sep 28, 2016
(7 years)

Breed

Adult
Wildclaw

Eye Type

Shadow
Common

Level 1 Wildclaw

EXP: 0 / 245

STR

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QCK

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MND

Lineage

Parents

Phobos
Enyo

Offspring

Biography

Anamika "Nameless or without description"

Student of Light

The third she creates in her own image. She spins her threads of darkness with great care; knit them together to form what she believes her greatest strengths. And once she’s done, she cuts herself open, colors her thread with crimson as she gives her third a crown worthy of a princess. Wiser by trial, she pushes everything from her mind as she binds her daughter with her nefarious magic. And she is everything she was meant to be. Except empty. She has no conviction, no ambition. She serves only for servitude itself, for freedom from making her own choices.

In the end, it is not enough and her mother grows tired of her, throws her from her throne room in anger. Having to make her own decisions upsets her, but is soon replaced by apathy as she realizes she has another to serve, her father and though he claims to have no orders for her, she shadows his every move, ready at his feet should he reconsider. It is easier than having to decide for herself. In time, her persistence proves to be greater than his, and he succumbs to her constant eagerness.

Her trips to the surface are short, only long enough for her to get what she was sent for. Small trinkets and baubles, dusty tomes and scrolls, glittering gemstones, and worthless junk. Had she been of a mind to question, the wide variation of items would have puzzled her, but as it is, she merely performs her duty. She is instructed not to be seen so she isn’t, emerging only at night. Until she is sent to fetch a simple stone from a band of travelling musicians.

Touching it causes it to light up, surprising her enough for her to drop it. It falls to the ground where it breaks, dust and shards covering the ground before her. And she panics. She was set to get a stone, not shards and dust, and her attempts to scoop up everything lasts well into morning, only interrupted by her being discovered. From her father’s words she had believed all surface dwellers monsters, dangerous.

Instead she is met with kindness, she is fed and her scratches are healed. She is met with joy and laughter as she is cared for, pitied for not having enough to eat. She is met with questions she cannot answer, answers she did not ask for, as she is invited into their circle. To them, she is clearly a victim, innocent in her crime, and she knows not what to do with it. She knows only she cannot return, her failure keeping her from returning home.

They ask her to join them, yet denies all her attempts at serving them. Out here on the road, they say, we are all equal. They asked for her name, but she simply shook her head, she'd never had one. So the oldest of the group named her Anamika, meaning nameless or without description.

Time had passed and she was torn from her companions by a vicious storm, winds chorusing around her and lighting struck both blindly and in specific patterns as they forced her through the weather ripped land. Bewildered and unable to make any decisions for herself she raced without thought through the landscape, thinking of the safety of the underground and the easy life of servitude her parents had provided her. if only life could be that simple again.

After, came thoughts of those whom she just lost, the carefree spirits who didn't want her servitude and endeared themselves to her out of pure joy of life. This way of thinking, the lack of requirement upon her was so new, and even though she persisted as hard as she did with her father, these dragons did not give in to her, it seemed that the gave her less work and more leisure with every press of persistence.

She thought on this for many days as she navigated the ravaged and lightning-bitten landscape, the tides of shadow fall off her as she gradually came to conclusions about the fate of her path. She could never return to the home which she had left, nor would endlessly seeking for those travelers heal her loss. She needed a new start, somewhere where she could learn all there was to know about dragons above the underground.

Something new swarmed in the shadow tied dragon, and it flickered a light of intrigue and hope, something that was not meant to be written into her being, except that it came from the environment rather than some spell or connection to blood.

She traveled for so long, she stumbled, wearily, no longer able to hold herself up from starvation and thirst. But was found by a troupe of three, a Wildclaw, a Mirror and a Nocturne. Again she is met with kindness, fed and healed by strangers. She is watched over as she lay exhausted, and told a great many things, more questions welling up inside her, a thirst for more than just water and food grew within her soul. Spores of light spun around her, a glistening world, bright and full of colour and new things like she had never experienced, and warm... so warm. Warm and welcoming, greeting her wil knowledge and love, not pitied for her confusion, but inspiring her to take a step forward to find out for herself, light spun inside her, conflicting with her spell-born heart.

She asked, a question to these new dragons, could she learn this too? This languages, these pieces of knowledge, these truths? They nodded their heads with eager glee and guided the tired dragon to a towering, hollow bamboo stalk. Its size could have held so many dragons, a tunnel reaching into the openings crafted by some of the clever dragons provided an entrance into the keep. She was greeted by a number of dragons from all places, like herself. They showered her with greetings and laughter and kindness, and asked if she planned to stay a while. She could not yet make her mind on the matter, but her eyes glinted with a warm flash as they asked her. Maybe, just maybe, she could make a decision for herself after all.

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