Midnight
(#29269781)
Level 6 Fae
Stars
Glowing Pocket Mouse
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Energy: 50/50
This dragon’s natural inborn element is Nature.
Female Fae
This dragon is hibernating.
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Personal Style
Apparel
Skin
Scene
Measurements
Length
1.04 m
Wingspan
0.76 m
Weight
1.34 kg
Genetics
Shadow
Basic
Basic
Midnight
Basic
Basic
Ice
Basic
Basic
Hatchday
Breed
Eye Type
Level 6 Fae
EXP: 6406 / 8380
STR
12
AGI
12
DEF
15
QCK
12
INT
14
VIT
20
MND
12
Lineage
Biography
☽ Midnight ☾
| | The Neráides | |
(τις νεράιδες)
| | Alpha | |
| | "Stars cannot shine without darkness." | |
No mother. No father. No siblings. No one. A young fae dragon in a huge forest. Utterly alone. She didn't understand. She didn't know. Where had she come from? Why did she have little knowledge, and yet no memory.
It was as if...as if she had appeared out of nothing...
The jewelled sky wrapped its darkness around the tiny dragon like a blanket, yet this cover didn't protect her from the bitter, cold wind.
The stars shone delicately in the clear sky above her. They were beautiful. The fae found she knew of them, what they were, but seeing them was something new, something she would treasure forever.
She shivered as the breeze whipped through her wings. Her wings...what elegance. She inspected them from tip to tip, gazing over each fold of every membrane, every shape, every imperfection. She wiggled her fingers and toes, stretched her slender legs. She was dark in colour, a subtle mix of colours she could only associate with the night around her - the shadows and the shade, the sky and the water. The fae breathed in. It was a slow, drawing breath that could have lasted forever. She took in the scents around her - flowers ready to bloom when the sun rose, the sea breeze from the west, cold drifting off the mountains, dew on each blade of grass, every kind of tree sap she could imagine - and stopped to listen, really listen. An owl sat in a tall fir some distance away, calling across the forest. The wind rustling the leaves of the tallest trees, sailing over her streamlined body. Waves lapping on the shore. The bubbling steam. Animals stalking through the undergrowth. She opened her eyes, her beautiful green eyes, to find she could see everything. And she suddenly wasn't cold anymore.
She was free.
She was home.
The next day, the golden morning sun rose over the centre mountain. The fae had spent the night exploring the forest, figuring out where she wanted her territory to end - she had a strange feeling that no one else had claimed the place, that it was meant to be hers. She hadn't slept, but had found the most spectacular tree in the whole forest. It was an ancient oak, and when she rested her hand upon its immense, twisting trunk, she could feel how old it was. The tree wasn't quite in the centre of the forest, however, when you flew up above it and sat at its very top, you could see for miles and miles. There were taller firs nearer the mountains, but this was the tallest tree in the woodland. She looked across her domain proudly. The faded outline of a great Tree was visible on the horizon. She knew it to be important, sacred even, and even its name was at the tip of her tongue, but she could not tell why. Not just yet.
Her oak was named Cridhe, 'heart', and this was where she made her nest.
WIP
x
Soulmate:
Gladiator
Offspring:
Blood- Cocoa
Familiar:
Glowing Pocket Mouse
Notes/Extra:
| | The Neráides | |
(τις νεράιδες)
| | Alpha | |
| | "Stars cannot shine without darkness." | |
No mother. No father. No siblings. No one. A young fae dragon in a huge forest. Utterly alone. She didn't understand. She didn't know. Where had she come from? Why did she have little knowledge, and yet no memory.
It was as if...as if she had appeared out of nothing...
The jewelled sky wrapped its darkness around the tiny dragon like a blanket, yet this cover didn't protect her from the bitter, cold wind.
The stars shone delicately in the clear sky above her. They were beautiful. The fae found she knew of them, what they were, but seeing them was something new, something she would treasure forever.
She shivered as the breeze whipped through her wings. Her wings...what elegance. She inspected them from tip to tip, gazing over each fold of every membrane, every shape, every imperfection. She wiggled her fingers and toes, stretched her slender legs. She was dark in colour, a subtle mix of colours she could only associate with the night around her - the shadows and the shade, the sky and the water. The fae breathed in. It was a slow, drawing breath that could have lasted forever. She took in the scents around her - flowers ready to bloom when the sun rose, the sea breeze from the west, cold drifting off the mountains, dew on each blade of grass, every kind of tree sap she could imagine - and stopped to listen, really listen. An owl sat in a tall fir some distance away, calling across the forest. The wind rustling the leaves of the tallest trees, sailing over her streamlined body. Waves lapping on the shore. The bubbling steam. Animals stalking through the undergrowth. She opened her eyes, her beautiful green eyes, to find she could see everything. And she suddenly wasn't cold anymore.
She was free.
She was home.
The next day, the golden morning sun rose over the centre mountain. The fae had spent the night exploring the forest, figuring out where she wanted her territory to end - she had a strange feeling that no one else had claimed the place, that it was meant to be hers. She hadn't slept, but had found the most spectacular tree in the whole forest. It was an ancient oak, and when she rested her hand upon its immense, twisting trunk, she could feel how old it was. The tree wasn't quite in the centre of the forest, however, when you flew up above it and sat at its very top, you could see for miles and miles. There were taller firs nearer the mountains, but this was the tallest tree in the woodland. She looked across her domain proudly. The faded outline of a great Tree was visible on the horizon. She knew it to be important, sacred even, and even its name was at the tip of her tongue, but she could not tell why. Not just yet.
Her oak was named Cridhe, 'heart', and this was where she made her nest.
WIP
x
Soulmate:
Gladiator
Offspring:
Blood- Cocoa
Familiar:
Glowing Pocket Mouse
Notes/Extra:
Midnight of the Eve
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