Vanir
(#28084190)
... Checkmate.
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Energy: 50/50
This dragon’s natural inborn element is Light.
Male Imperial
This dragon is hibernating.
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Personal Style
Apparel
Skin
Scene
Measurements
Length
29.81 m
Wingspan
15.92 m
Weight
8140.51 kg
Genetics
Splash
Boulder
Boulder
Rose
Shimmer
Shimmer
White
Lace
Lace
Hatchday
Breed
Eye Type
Level 25 Imperial
Max Level
STR
125
AGI
11
DEF
6
QCK
59
INT
8
VIT
10
MND
6
Biography
"Checkmate."
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Vanir liked to think that the perpetual motions of war were like playing chess. Each advance by the enemy was but another move to counter, and each mistake was an opportunity to capitalise. Some called him analytical. Others called him cunning. Vanir didn’t care what he was called, as long as he emerged victorious. He didn’t care for the opinions of others, preferring to rely on his own mind and systematic thinking. He had too many thoughts with too few words. He didn’t speak often. The dragons in his clan had come up with a name for when he was lost in thought - the scheming face. It was common knowledge to never interrupt Vanir when he had that face on. Vanir studied the map before him, slowly analysing the terrain and locale. He had to be cautious with planning his next move, for the enemy had the high ground. They were Phytocats, vicious and huge, lunging from the shadows with no warning. Far too many of his young warriors had been struck down by them while training - Vanir had had enough. They fought with brute strength and feral violence, which Vanir deeply disliked. In the same way, Vanir thought that war was an art. Not so much of classy, modern paintings, but more like calligraphy; composed, purposeful, and smooth. He loved elegance; thrived on it. A careless battle plan to him was worse than having no plan at all. Hence, when he’d found out that wild cats with no strategy were defeating his warriors, Vanir resolved to combat the issue himself. |
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War was like chess, but only when you could predict your opponents’ movements. Vanir couldn’t predict the Phytocats’. He had no data nor information, only the map of the forest and the oral reports of previous incidents. However, from what he’d heard, the Phytocats had a curious habit of ambushing dragons from high surfaces, landing directly on their backs and pinning their wings down so they couldn’t fly away. How could you play a game of chess with someone without being able to see their side of the board until it was too late? For most, this would’ve scared them away. For Vanir, it made his heart sing. He loved puzzles like these, where he could think and plot and scheme of multiple counterplans, taking his time to let everything fall into place. If he couldn’t predict the Phytocats, then he’d just need to make sure that no matter when they struck, he’d always be prepared. That would remove the element of surprise. Vanir tilted his head at a vase of roses nearby, narrowing his eyes thoughtfully. |
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He loved roses. They were beautiful, but deceptively so. They were elegant, yet deadly. The wicked thorns that grew out from their stems could cut if they were not handled with care. With this natural armour, anyone who touched them had to be wary of hurting themselves. In other words, the armour forced encroaching threats to be careful.
The pieces fell into place. Vanir could already see it: armour made by the best craftsmen from the Blacksand Annex, forged with wicked tips like those of roses, to be worn across his warriors’ backs. They would be light but strong, tough but flexible, enabling them to be worn even by the most lithe dragons. Vanir stared at the roses without really seeing them, lost in his thoughts. If only they saw him now: they’d see the scheming face they so notoriously named; they’d see his cold gaze, his sharp eyes. But Vanir only saw visions, solutions - things that could be. He reached for a rose and brought it up to his eyes, holding it gently by the stem. And slowly, a hint of a smile began to curl his lips upward. “Checkmate,” Vanir murmured. |
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