Meraki
(#28741446)
Level 1 Spiral
Familiar
Spirit of Water
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Energy: 50/50
This dragon’s natural inborn element is Light.
Male Spiral
This dragon is hibernating.
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Personal Style
Apparel
Skin
Scene
Measurements
Length
3.58 m
Wingspan
2.15 m
Weight
126.95 kg
Genetics
Pearl
Poison
Poison
Black
Spinner
Spinner
Ivory
Glimmer
Glimmer
Hatchday
Breed
Eye Type
Level 1 Spiral
EXP: 0 / 245
STR
5
AGI
9
DEF
5
QCK
8
INT
6
VIT
6
MND
6
Biography
Meraki
the soul, creativity, or love put into something.
the soul, creativity, or love put into something.
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Meraki's father wanted him to be a soldier. Meraki's mother wanted him to become a scholar. Meraki didn't consider either. Ever since he was a little hatchling, he wanted to dance. It all started when he saw all the other dragons in the sky, looping around beautifully and spiraling and diving and swooping. He first thought they were aerobats. But their moves were so much more elegant, yet slightly raucous and bold. He loved it. And he realized that the brave dragons were dancers. And the music! Oh, the music was beautiful, but Meraki knew that his ever-changing movements would never be able to keep up with the dancing's tempo. He did try playing the pipeflutes once, with his parents' reluctant agreement, but he ended up breaking it. Then losing it. So once again he returned to the dancers. Then came the day that would change his life. A dancer flew down from the sky, a beautiful Fae. Her wings were black, but dotted with white markings. "Want to dance?" she asked, her voice oddly youthful with glee. It struck Meraki as odd at first, then he realized: She doesn't have a monotone. The Spiral pushed the thought aside and said, "Of course!" He leapt into the sky and swooped about with the Fae, who knew how to maneuver the drafts around his wings. Meraki's parents watched suspiciously. "Dancing," said his father. "That's not a warrior act." "Scholars don't dance," his mother spat. When Meraki came back at twilight, his parents were waiting for him. "You were dancing," his father said. "With a Fae. A female one, what more." "So what? I've finally found what I love!" "You are a warrior!" "A scholar!" "I AM NEITHER OF THOSE!" roared Meraki, seething. "I will not take orders that are imposed upon me if you don't let me breathe!" Meraki's mother and father stood there in disbelief. Then his father spoke. "Then you are banned from here. You can go to the Lightweaver. You can go to the Auction House. You can run to the wild. You can dance for all I care. But you aren't coming back because you aren't my son anymore." Meraki's mother sobbed as her mate took her under his wing and walked away. "Disappointment," she said, wiping tears away from her golden eyes. Marki stood in stunned silence. Still. Unmoving. Then his eyes began to droop, and he fell asleep. The next day he found himself lying in a hammock woven from reeds and grass, swinging gently from a tree "Ah!" he shrieked. A Fae was hovering over him--the same one that he had danced with yesterday. "Oh, you're awake!" said the Fae joyfully. "Hnng," said the Spiral, and sat up. "Where am I?" "Only in a tree. I saw the... argument you had yesterday with your parents. Sorry for eavesdropping. But, uh... you... you want to learn dancing?" At the sound of the word "dancing" Meraki immediately forgot all his woes and sorrows. His head perked up. "Of course!" "My group's still here, lounging around. I'm Soigné, by the way." The Fae pronounced it with an exotic, lilting and delicate accent. "Pleased to meet you. I'm Meraki," the Spiral replied. Soigné took one look at her group and looked away. "You know... who needs a group?" she asked. "What do you mean?" "You and me. We can just run away. I... I know that it's a bit early for this, but I fell in love with you when you started dancing up there in the sky... And..." "And what?" Meraki prompted. "I want you to be my mate." Meraki felt a fluttering feeling in his chest when he realized that he loved her too. That he would journey to the ends of Sornieth with her. "Me too," he whispered quietly. "Say that again?" "Me... Me too." The pair flew away together. Soigné taught Meraki some moves and how to paint his wings like hers. Meraki took her to the Zephyr Steppes in the Windswept Plateau which seemed like a suitable place to be for two dancer mates. A clan soon took them both in, and it turns out that the majority of them are were artists and singers and musicians. But no dancers. Maybe they could change that. |
Personality: always willing to try new things, bold yet quiet, tolerant of most things, soft-hearted, artistic, creative, disorganized, loud with friends, his soul is filled with happiness, joy, loves making memories and remembering them. Likes: Dancing, flying, being free, hanging out with friends, having fun. Dislikes: Doing something he doesn't like (though usually he'll keep his mouth shut), forgetting something, organization, being forced to be someone else that he doesn't want to be. 
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