Xaria
(#29401114)
Level 8 Pearlcatcher
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Personal Style
Apparel
Skin
Scene
Measurements
Length
3.82 m
Wingspan
6.2 m
Weight
407.93 kg
Genetics
Fire
Crystal
Crystal
Gold
Facet
Facet
Flaxen
Glimmer
Glimmer
Hatchday
Breed
Eye Type
Level 8 Pearlcatcher
EXP: 244 / 16009
STR
6
AGI
6
DEF
6
QCK
7
INT
7
VIT
6
MND
7
Lineage
Parents
Offspring
- Unnamed
- Unnamed
- Rockblast
- Unnamed
- Unnamed
- Merry
- Akoya
- Hinekiri
- Amalia
- Slocombe
- Gorman
- Scoril
- Buru
- JadeClaw
- Kimita
- Patrick
- Nixon
- Harmonious
- Zinnaerris
- Giggleglow
- Reputation
- Timedancer
- Reputation
- Erlen
- Greensleeves
- Gurkain
- Aragwen
- Sky
- Runewing
- Svanja
- Kelmeret
- DreamRunner
- Garimy
- Delilah
- Nolan
- Zillen
- Silky
- Windfury
- Akako
- Jango
- MorningLight
- Aure
- Nasher
- Gussin
- Tumna
- Ghiaccia
- Latashia
- Steelbrood
- Nunki
- Megan
- Valencia
- Xander
- Faran
- Weythran
- Fergus
Biography
Lore credit @undergrowth
Art credit @Kurayami
There was nothing in Xaria's head but death.
That was all she saw; the blood, the stone-cold hand inches away, the rip in space's fabric...
The... Pearls.
If she was gone, this is all Xaria would have left. Pearls. There was no personality that came with them, no story and no future. Simply that they belonged to her trainer. There was... Nothing else.
She heard them creep closer, their shadows eclipsing the dying sunlight. The grass seemed to wilt in their presence. Jeering faces and burlap sacks obscured her view. They were like Arboks in human form-- Perhaps, though, Zoroarks, for no other would be this cruel.
Closer. Closer. Closer.
"Why don't you come with us?" One of them hissed, grinning at the still body of the trainer. Her shirt was torn to rags.
With dread, she stared the corpse in the cold, dead eyes... And, of course, to her dismay, they really were empty.
There was no more time. The void behind grew larger, a gaping maw simply asking for someone, anyone to step inside and be devoured. The blazes on Xaria's throat grew stronger; her fur shone with fury and fear and everything in between...
Finally, trembling with fear, she stepped into the portal.
The other side was strange.
Xaria tumbled out of the other side, falling into soft, dewy grass. The noontime sun held out a hand to her, embracing her with warmth... And then, she discovered that she could not create flames of her own.
The newlymade dragon stretched her wings.
Days passed, and she could only roam her hill. The moon seemed larger here; it took up the whole sky, dangling alone in the inky blackness. Xaria began to notice more around her-- The wildflowers dotting the very top, the faint outline of sheer, steep mountains, the...
Others?
Dusky runes in a strange language lit in the night. Enraptured, Xaria drew closer, a moth to an unburning flame.
The other dragons' wings shone like two sapphires, reflecting the moon just so. Its-- his eyes blazed a pale blue.
"From where have you come, shatterer of space?"
Art credit @Kurayami
There was nothing in Xaria's head but death.
That was all she saw; the blood, the stone-cold hand inches away, the rip in space's fabric...
The... Pearls.
If she was gone, this is all Xaria would have left. Pearls. There was no personality that came with them, no story and no future. Simply that they belonged to her trainer. There was... Nothing else.
She heard them creep closer, their shadows eclipsing the dying sunlight. The grass seemed to wilt in their presence. Jeering faces and burlap sacks obscured her view. They were like Arboks in human form-- Perhaps, though, Zoroarks, for no other would be this cruel.
Closer. Closer. Closer.
"Why don't you come with us?" One of them hissed, grinning at the still body of the trainer. Her shirt was torn to rags.
With dread, she stared the corpse in the cold, dead eyes... And, of course, to her dismay, they really were empty.
There was no more time. The void behind grew larger, a gaping maw simply asking for someone, anyone to step inside and be devoured. The blazes on Xaria's throat grew stronger; her fur shone with fury and fear and everything in between...
Finally, trembling with fear, she stepped into the portal.
The other side was strange.
Xaria tumbled out of the other side, falling into soft, dewy grass. The noontime sun held out a hand to her, embracing her with warmth... And then, she discovered that she could not create flames of her own.
The newlymade dragon stretched her wings.
Days passed, and she could only roam her hill. The moon seemed larger here; it took up the whole sky, dangling alone in the inky blackness. Xaria began to notice more around her-- The wildflowers dotting the very top, the faint outline of sheer, steep mountains, the...
Others?
Dusky runes in a strange language lit in the night. Enraptured, Xaria drew closer, a moth to an unburning flame.
The other dragons' wings shone like two sapphires, reflecting the moon just so. Its-- his eyes blazed a pale blue.
"From where have you come, shatterer of space?"
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