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Asparagus

(#27421066)

Level 1 Tundra

Familiar

Dryad

Energy: 0/50

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Battle Stats

Measurements

Length

3.74 m

Wingspan

3.16 m

Weight

288.06 kg

Genetics

Swamp
Poison

Swamp
Toxin

Slate
Thylacine

Hatchday

Oct 03, 2016
(7 years)

Breed

Adult
Tundra

Eye Type

Nature
Common

Level 1 Tundra

EXP: 0 / 245

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QCK

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Lineage

Parents

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none

Biography

Siorus
Gentle + Earthly + Encouraging
Welsh: (n.) Earthworker

There was a celebration after the eggs were laid, commending the mother's bravery and contribution to their clan. It had been quite a scare as well; five eggs could kill even the most prepared mother.
Within a few months, the eggs hatched into bright, healthy dragons. There were two males and three females. They were all bred to blend in perfectly with the shadows and greenery of the Shrieking Wilds. Though the clan was well hidden, there had been some vicious attacks recently among the outskirts of their territory. Thankfully, no one had gotten hurt yet, except for a few trees and some wildlife. No one knew where they came from or who they came from. All they really knew was that there was now need to be afraid, and if they were to survive, they would need to start breeding dragons that could fight back.
But Siorus was never really all that interested in combat. She didn't like to be quite so active, preferring to tend to a plant rather than play-fight with her siblings. Her parents weren't disappointed, but worried for their daughter that spent her days avoiding training and picking flowers.

One day, the clan's worst fears came to life. They were attacked by creatures of the night, aiming to take over their territory and not take any prisoners. Siorus was out drinking from a lake when she heard the screams. She rushed back to camp to see dozens of Centaurs swinging their battle-axes and pulling bows, nocked with arrows, back to destroy her family. She howled and charged into battle, too consumed in adrenaline, shock, and anger to remember that she was going up against seasoned warriors, and that she barely even had a handful of lessons in fighting under her belt.
If the battle hadn't been a serious affair, one might have observed that she had done reasonably well, considering it was among her first battles. She managed to dodge swings quite well, actually.
But, the furious Tundra was not a match for any of the warriors, not really. One knocked her aside, like hitting a buzzing fly, after she sunk her teeth into his hind leg. Another took notice of the easy prey, stalking forward and drawing his sword. A malicious grin crept up his face as she tried to scurry backwards without getting up. He raised his arm to deliver a killing blow... but then one of her brothers and one of her sisters tackled the creature to the ground. The centaur howled as her brother squashed him with his sheer weight. But even her brother couldn't keep him down long. The centaur kicked with his muscled hind legs (probably using more than a little magic) sending her brother, all 7,942 kilograms, flying into the air. He slammed into a tree, snapping the trunk and his neck as well. Before he even hit the trunk, the centaur had his axe buried in Siorus's sister's neck. Her heart clenched with fear and she ran away, back into the forest, tears beading at her eyes.
Siorus's history becomes blurred at this point. Some say that, after calming down, she managed to gather rocks into a makeshift sack and dropped them over the battlefield, hundreds of miles in the air. After the battle, she tended to the wounded using her skills gained through spending many months among the flora of the Shrieking Wilds. Later, she left, unable to bear the memory of her dead brother and sister.
Others say that she kept running, and that she didn't stop until she was well out of the Shrieking Wilds. She reached the Everbloom Gardens, settling down there for a few months, learning more about the fungi in the area before moving on to Wind.
Both do have a similarity, however. Each story says that she met Eleion, her closest friend, among the rotted logs of the Driftwood Drag. They both had left the Viridian Labyrinth, but for very different reasons. After talking for a long while, Siorus convinced Eleion to join her in her journey to the Windswept Plateau. When asked why she was traveling there, Siorus said that the Wind domain with its kind, carefree dragons would provide a break from her past.
They made quick work of their journey, and quickly found their way to the Windswept Plateau.
The first thing that they saw was the Cloudsong, a huge, drifting contraption floating in the air. Overcome with a hatchling-like curiosity, the two boarded it, and explored the many clans huddled on the massive machine. They soon found the Fletching clan. Siorus finally felt something that she had never felt before. Not once through her hatchling years of running away from learning to fight, her adolescent years of becoming aware of the danger in every nook and cranny, not even in her journey with Eleion had she felt peace. But now, it was alive and deep within her. She knew that this was her clan.

Siorus isn't quiet, it's just that she's rarely seen. Usually, she is working in her hut on the edge of Tarach's section of the Cloudsong, busy with tending to her collection of fungi. If she isn't there, she's probably in the Driftwood Drag or in the Viridian Labyrinth, searching for new specimens for her home or just observing and scrawling down her notes in a small journal.
When she is present, however, she carries an air of serenity and peace. Some say that, after her childhood of death, she has done her best to forget what happened and move on. Others say that it's just in her natural disposition to be tranquil.
She is fondly regarded as a sister to most, if not all, the clan. She is well-loved, and even the unruly hatchlings like to help her out in her cottage. Whenever she goes out, she is greeted by warm smiles, gentle hugs, and kind words.
Although she keeps to her hut for the most part, she is an open book. Almost all in the clan know of her past, and are sure to be extra kind to her. A few weeks after Siorus arrived, she felt her broken heart begin to stitch together.
She has an interest in a strange line of writing called poetry. Not many dragons know of this type of writing, as many didn't take the time to learn how to read it and interest in it has faded, but she is among the few lucky ones that read it. She enjoys reciting stanzas to hatchlings and to those who come to her hut seeking advice.
Though many dragons have tried to win her over with flowers and mushrooms, there is not a dragon in Sornieth destined to be Siorus's mate. Quite simply, she does not feel a romantic draw to anyone, content to be a sibling to all rather than a lover to one.

A Special Visitor

Siorus sat next to the dragon, a warm cup of tea clutched in her hands. She was silent for a moment. The other dragon continued weeping, dripping tears into her own cup of tea that was caught in a vise-like grip. Soon, her tears ebbed and she was quiet too.
"It's alright," Siorus finally said. The other dragon, shocked to hear the words (the only ones Siorus had uttered the entire time), stared at her. "Someone does care about you. I care about you."
The Mirror shook her head. "You don't understand." She said, her voice tight with restrained tears. "Everyone knows you. Everyone loves you. I don't know of a single dragon who dislikes you."
Good, Siorus thought to herself, she's not crying anymore. "Even you?" she murmured gently, edging close to offer her shoulder to the dragon.
She seemed surprised to be asked such a question. "Of course." She replied. "Why else would I choose to come to you?"
Siorus shifted gently to wrap her fuzzy wing around the other dragon. "If you like me, why shouldn't I like you back? Do you like any one else? I'd bet you my whole Lucky Star collection that they like you back." Siorus asked, her voice reassuring. They sat there for a moment, the other dragon pondering her words.
After a few heartbeats, Siorus stood up, striding to her bookshelf, searching for something. Finally, she found what she wanted, pulled the title off the shelf, and flicked open to the page she wanted.
Then, she began to speak.

_______________

___________________________________________________________
"Life is short,
And so, my dear, is our time.
Do not mingle with the angry sort,
For themselves is all they thwart.

Life can be a climb,
A mountain you spend years learning.
This moment is positively prime,
To tell you of this special rhyme.

For years we are yearning,
Because what we give must come back.
Never once have we given thought to earning
Peace through all this burning.

For years we must hack
At the hatred that has been growing,
Bond together, as a pack,
Until, in our pride, there is a crack.

I notice, your tears are slowing.
You know hatred is not what we should court.
Your love is finally flowing,
And trust me, my dear, it is showing."

_______________

Siorus closed the book. The dragon had stopped crying a long time ago. The mirror stood up, set her teacup filled more with salty tears than tea, and bowed. "Thank you." She said. Then she left without another word.

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