Chysis
(#29335208)
The Clanmother
Familiar
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This dragon’s natural inborn element is Wind.
Female Fae
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Measurements
Length
1.48 m
Wingspan
0.93 m
Weight
3.03 kg
Genetics
Maize
Speckle
Speckle
Charcoal
Safari
Safari
Coal
Thylacine
Thylacine
Hatchday
Breed
Eye Type
Level 6 Fae
EXP: 5592 / 8380
STR
7
AGI
10
DEF
5
QCK
20
INT
26
VIT
10
MND
9
Lineage
Parents
- none
Offspring
- Eyeinai
- Naisys
- Bluster
- Ansys
- Chime
- Unnamed
- Jenja
- Jenji
- Unnamed
- Ator
- Astra
- Unnamed
- Unnamed
- Icha
- Aycore
- Panamine
- Whiflow
- Maapis
- Iyasis
- Twianai
- Falique
- Oysis
- Amber
- Plysis
- Icysis
- Thysis
- Misys
- Blaisys
- Ezanai
- Moonlysis
- Icralsys
- Telenai
- Maisys
- Cyisys
- Telcasys
- Jaesys
- Nalsys
- Cantinai
- Xeysis
- poisonwind
- Thycsis
- Izental
- Osys
- Ozanai
- Jujuba
- Masys
- Izenel
- Chyvala
- Chynal
- Shysis
- Laysis
- Saphys
- Azsys
- Salzanai
- Zalanai
- Zalysis
Biography
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 By NorthKotori 
"This is my family"
At her core, Chysis is a ray of light. A bright, shining light in the shadow of the world. She is optimistic, yet quiet. She feels like she’s in charge of every dragon she takes in, and takes pride in the family she’s created, however ragtag it may be. 
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Chysis has no memory of what she was before the Storm. She wandered the land, only looking to survive. Whenever she encountered another dragon, she would lend a hand, or stay a night in a lair… but ultimately left. She was trying to find purpose in her life, trying to find her reason for being. This search for meaning led the young Fae to an abandoned Nocturne nest, where she found and rescued the egg that would eventually become Klyde. The egg thieves gave chase through a deadly storm, and the young Fae was swept away. Gravely wounded, the wind swept her away, and she ended up in a deep cavern. There, she met the old Breeder, Galyx. The old Imperial offered to let her live in his cave, to nurse her back to health, if she did one thing. "Bring me your orphans and outcasts,” the old Imperial said, "Let them live here and flourish. I am lonely, you see, and would appreciate the company.” Chysis, burdened with an egg that was not hers and injured beyond recovery, had little choice. She took the Breeder’s mission with a grim determination to repay the Imperial who saved her life. Early in her adventures, she happened across the wandering fortune teller, Izanai. The other Fae sensed something about her, and chose to join her quest. The two formed an unusual friendship, eventually mating and hatching Ansys, the would-be heir to the newly formed clan. Izanai is someone Chysis goes to when worried, for his abilities to see the future and read omens has protected the clan more than once. Eventually, Chysis found a small hatchling Coatl; Gidget. She took the young Coatl in, raising the youth as her own child alongside the Fae heir. Chysis's little skill in crafting and magic working flourished in Gidget, and a new crafter was born. Gidget built a set of Bronze steampunk wings to assist her adopted mother with her injured wing, a gesture that Chysis is forever grateful for. More than anything, Chysis is proud of the clan she's created. She created a clan from nothing, creating a life for those with no hope left. She, the small, injured Fae with no past, created something beautiful. And she will do anything to protect it. |
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The Egg
A crack of thunder shook the world. Lightning lighting the precarious cliffs and columns of rock around her. The rain stung, buffeting her wings with fierce abandon. She clutched the egg tightly to her chest. It was heavy, but she couldn’t leave it. Not alone, not with the beasts that had been there.
But perhaps carrying it was not the best of ideas. She couldn’t stop to regret, however. Her pursuers were close now, she could hear them over the storm. A cliff lay ahead. She could hide there. Maybe.
The egg was too heavy. It was the size of her body, too large for a Fae to carry.
Another flash, and the cliff was too close.
No, Windsinger, please! Protect the egg!
Anything for the egg.
Her body turned, shielding the egg from the impact, but there was a terrifying crunch, and she screamed out in pain.
Her wing was crumpled and torn and the pain was too much and the egg…. The egg!
She pushed off the wall, diving as fast as she could. Rapids around rocks lay below and the egg—NO!
The wind rushed past her ears, the egg lifted slightly, her wings shot out, the pain—Windsinger please—the egg—and it was in her claws again, clutched to her body.
She flapped her wings in vain, please, above the water, not in the water, and she was tossed in the wind.
Curling against the egg, she prayed.
Is that the sea?
For a moment, she was weightless, floating on the wind itself above an endless sea…. And a gust threw her back, back, down, down—darkness.
The wind howled. She was in a cave, it seemed. On the floor. Bruised and damaged. Light and rain slipped down the rocks from above.
Too slippery to climb.
Her wing was shattered, torn.
Too injured to fly.
The egg…
Where was the egg?
Lightning exploded into the cave, and there it was. Teetering on the edge of the rocks, the egg shivered in the wind. Purple and ridged, its surface was like muck and—
The wind gusted once again and the egg fell.
“No!” she screeched. The pain exploded as she surged forward, down into the depths of the cave, following the egg.
The egg rolled slowly, pushed along by the wind as it fell. Farther and farther and there was the bottom.
Pale blue illuminated the area here, mixed with purple the light danced slightly in the night, over the surface of the egg… shimmering like the wind that rhythmically passed through.
She collapsed around the egg, holding it close. She was tired, injured, it hurt, but the egg was safe and someone was talking.
“Fae,” the voice boomed around the cavern, enveloping everything. “A long time since someone last came to this place.”
The light shifted as the words echoed. What was talking? Were the walls talking?
The wall was a dragon.
A huge blue head emerged from the shadows. Bright cyan eyes peeled open slowly, almost glowing in the darkness. A long, serpentine body shifted by the rocks, crystalline purple wings stretching slowly, making the light dance more on the walls.
This dragon was the light.
She moved, hiding the egg behind her small form, eyes wide, injured wing cradled close to her body.
“You are injured, little one. The storm was not kind.”
She cowered. Protect the egg. She had to—
“Come closer, little one, my sight is not what it was.”
Not many could deny that command. She hesitated, taking a slow step forward, scarred black wings shivering.
“I-I’m sorry to intrude, I couldn’t… the storm was just-“
The larger dragon chuckled at that. “Be calm, young one. I will not harm you.”
She couldn’t relax, no matter how hard she tried. The egg was behind her, she had to…
“An egg?” the dragon boomed.
“P-please don’t, I… the egg was… and the storm… the beasts and-“
The dragon melted farther from the shadows, his slow movements shaking off the cobwebs that layered his body and wings. A ragged cowl lay forgotten around his neck, a long, unkempt mane tangled in spines down his back. His large horns scattered light across the cavern. He lowered his head, sinking to her eye level, nodding slowly.
“I understand, little one,” he breathed. “I do not blame you for falling to my cave. I will not harm you. You may stay here as long as you need to heal. Then, you may go home.”
She paused, staring up at the large Imperial as he turned to go back to his resting spot. “I have n—“ She stopped herself.
The Imperial froze, turning back to face the small Fae, humming in consideration. “You have no home, was that?”
She could only shrink, curling back around the egg.
The Imperial considered her for a moment before raising to full height, head held tall. “Then you will make this your home.”
“W-what?” She stammered.
“You have nowhere else to go, so this shall be your home,” the Imperial said firmly. “In return, you will bring me your orphans and outcasts. Let them live here and flourish. I am lonely, you see, and would appreciate the company.”
The Imperial smiled at her, laying back down and looking into her eyes. “I have been alone for too long, little one,” he said gently. “I would like a clan once more.”
“I don’t know if I can,” she replied. “I’ve never had a clan before. I don’t know where to begin.”
“For now, young one, you will rest,” the Imperial breathed gently, a crack of thunder punctuating his words. “You will heal, and you will take care of that egg. When you are healed, you can find us a clan.” He paused, “What is your name, small one?”
She yawned, body weak. “Chysis,” she muttered, “My name is Chysis.”
“A fine name, little one. I am Galyx,” the Imperial said softly. “Now sleep, young one. Heal. You have a long journey ahead of you.”
She nodded, pulling the egg closer to her, exhaustion finally catching up. “Thank you.”
“It is I who should be thanking you.”
A crack of thunder shook the world. Lightning lighting the precarious cliffs and columns of rock around her. The rain stung, buffeting her wings with fierce abandon. She clutched the egg tightly to her chest. It was heavy, but she couldn’t leave it. Not alone, not with the beasts that had been there.
But perhaps carrying it was not the best of ideas. She couldn’t stop to regret, however. Her pursuers were close now, she could hear them over the storm. A cliff lay ahead. She could hide there. Maybe.
The egg was too heavy. It was the size of her body, too large for a Fae to carry.
Another flash, and the cliff was too close.
No, Windsinger, please! Protect the egg!
Anything for the egg.
Her body turned, shielding the egg from the impact, but there was a terrifying crunch, and she screamed out in pain.
Her wing was crumpled and torn and the pain was too much and the egg…. The egg!
She pushed off the wall, diving as fast as she could. Rapids around rocks lay below and the egg—NO!
The wind rushed past her ears, the egg lifted slightly, her wings shot out, the pain—Windsinger please—the egg—and it was in her claws again, clutched to her body.
She flapped her wings in vain, please, above the water, not in the water, and she was tossed in the wind.
Curling against the egg, she prayed.
Is that the sea?
For a moment, she was weightless, floating on the wind itself above an endless sea…. And a gust threw her back, back, down, down—darkness.
The wind howled. She was in a cave, it seemed. On the floor. Bruised and damaged. Light and rain slipped down the rocks from above.
Too slippery to climb.
Her wing was shattered, torn.
Too injured to fly.
The egg…
Where was the egg?
Lightning exploded into the cave, and there it was. Teetering on the edge of the rocks, the egg shivered in the wind. Purple and ridged, its surface was like muck and—
The wind gusted once again and the egg fell.
“No!” she screeched. The pain exploded as she surged forward, down into the depths of the cave, following the egg.
The egg rolled slowly, pushed along by the wind as it fell. Farther and farther and there was the bottom.
Pale blue illuminated the area here, mixed with purple the light danced slightly in the night, over the surface of the egg… shimmering like the wind that rhythmically passed through.
She collapsed around the egg, holding it close. She was tired, injured, it hurt, but the egg was safe and someone was talking.
“Fae,” the voice boomed around the cavern, enveloping everything. “A long time since someone last came to this place.”
The light shifted as the words echoed. What was talking? Were the walls talking?
The wall was a dragon.
A huge blue head emerged from the shadows. Bright cyan eyes peeled open slowly, almost glowing in the darkness. A long, serpentine body shifted by the rocks, crystalline purple wings stretching slowly, making the light dance more on the walls.
This dragon was the light.
She moved, hiding the egg behind her small form, eyes wide, injured wing cradled close to her body.
“You are injured, little one. The storm was not kind.”
She cowered. Protect the egg. She had to—
“Come closer, little one, my sight is not what it was.”
Not many could deny that command. She hesitated, taking a slow step forward, scarred black wings shivering.
“I-I’m sorry to intrude, I couldn’t… the storm was just-“
The larger dragon chuckled at that. “Be calm, young one. I will not harm you.”
She couldn’t relax, no matter how hard she tried. The egg was behind her, she had to…
“An egg?” the dragon boomed.
“P-please don’t, I… the egg was… and the storm… the beasts and-“
The dragon melted farther from the shadows, his slow movements shaking off the cobwebs that layered his body and wings. A ragged cowl lay forgotten around his neck, a long, unkempt mane tangled in spines down his back. His large horns scattered light across the cavern. He lowered his head, sinking to her eye level, nodding slowly.
“I understand, little one,” he breathed. “I do not blame you for falling to my cave. I will not harm you. You may stay here as long as you need to heal. Then, you may go home.”
She paused, staring up at the large Imperial as he turned to go back to his resting spot. “I have n—“ She stopped herself.
The Imperial froze, turning back to face the small Fae, humming in consideration. “You have no home, was that?”
She could only shrink, curling back around the egg.
The Imperial considered her for a moment before raising to full height, head held tall. “Then you will make this your home.”
“W-what?” She stammered.
“You have nowhere else to go, so this shall be your home,” the Imperial said firmly. “In return, you will bring me your orphans and outcasts. Let them live here and flourish. I am lonely, you see, and would appreciate the company.”
The Imperial smiled at her, laying back down and looking into her eyes. “I have been alone for too long, little one,” he said gently. “I would like a clan once more.”
“I don’t know if I can,” she replied. “I’ve never had a clan before. I don’t know where to begin.”
“For now, young one, you will rest,” the Imperial breathed gently, a crack of thunder punctuating his words. “You will heal, and you will take care of that egg. When you are healed, you can find us a clan.” He paused, “What is your name, small one?”
She yawned, body weak. “Chysis,” she muttered, “My name is Chysis.”
“A fine name, little one. I am Galyx,” the Imperial said softly. “Now sleep, young one. Heal. You have a long journey ahead of you.”
She nodded, pulling the egg closer to her, exhaustion finally catching up. “Thank you.”
“It is I who should be thanking you.”
"In time to come, they will know all that she gave, and they will honor their clanmother, bravest of the brave."
By: Kassiel
By: Kassiel
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