Rabbit
(#29708489)
Little red... wears a witch's hat.
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This dragon’s natural inborn element is Arcane.
Female Skydancer
This dragon is hibernating.
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Personal Style
Apparel
Skin
Scene
Measurements
Length
3.81 m
Wingspan
4.33 m
Weight
608.66 kg
Genetics
Sand
Falcon
Falcon
Chocolate
Butterfly
Butterfly
Auburn
Runes
Runes
Hatchday
Breed
Eye Type
Level 25 Skydancer
Max Level
STR
120
AGI
8
DEF
6
QCK
62
INT
5
VIT
30
MND
5
Biography
CERRA
Sand Witch
"The sand is always shifting. Adapt."
Beneath your feet, the ground is always shifting. The sand runs whichever way it will, carried on by the wind, the sea, the endless pull of gravity. It is not subject to the forces of nature so much as it is a force of nature.
If you dare to look Cerra in the eye, you had best remember that.
She is not from the dry, arid plains that lie under the Stormcatcher’s watchful eye. She hails instead from the lands of crystal towers and glowing flowers, where the Arcanist changes the world, shaping it with the magic flowing through his foolhardy hands. Some days, she even misses it, the wild nature of the place, the hum of energy ever present in the air. When she lived in the Starfall Isles, despite its chaotic magic, it was truly a simpler time.
But nothing is safe when magic runs so deep. Even life is not sacred to the currents of power that run through the crystal towers. Life can be replaced. Progress must go forward. Answers must be found.
And just like that, Cerra found herself expendable to the land she called home.
She remembers falling, though not much more than that. Sometimes, she gets the sensation of exploding into a thousand particles of dust before her mind catches up and ricochets back into place along with her body, a jarring effect. But there’s never any more than that, never any real hint of what changed her.
Whatever happened, it ripped her out of time and space, and deposited her on a stone bridge overlooking a river, sand tricking from between her feathers.
She cried, though the rumors say that she cannot. She wept for the home that rejected her, for the place that had claimed her. She tried to leave the bridge, only to find herself where she started every time she reached the end. She was linked to that place over the water, and it would not let her go.
In time, Cerra found herself among the first of the victims of this place. She took to calling it the Bridge of Seasons after the way spring traded with winter in a heartbeat, and summer sometimes flickered to autumn and back in a blink. She also called it many other things, none of them kind, because all it did was take. It never gave. She raged against it, sandstorms howling to life around her, wearing away at its stone cold facade.
But it never crumbled, never caved. It wore its scratches indifferently, and it wouldn’t let Cerra go.
Now, Cerra stands guard over the Bridge to make sure no one else crosses it without knowing their life is forfeit to the Bridge’s whims. Her magic grows each day she sits in its center, conjuring great swaths of sand with the sheer force of her anger. Nothing changes, it seems.
But she will not give in. Sand is patient, but given enough time, it can topple kingdoms. And she will topple the kingdom that keeps her here, Arcanist help her. She will not spend her life trapped in an hourglass, watching the seasons go on without her.
Bio by Tues.
Landbound.
The same cold stone under her claws. The small hills and dunes that surround her, that scour at it, grinding it down into more grains. One day, they will touch only air, and she will be freed.
It's as natural as breathing, as natural as her anger, that the sand follows her thoughts. She thinks of a twitch of her wing as pulling a line of sand across a notch in the stone, and it does. She thinks of a twitch of her wing as pulling sand into sharp spines, and it does.
When dragons come from one side of the river, the sand becomes great jaws and spikes that swarm over the edge of the bridge, stopping just before where the stone turns to dirt. They point at any intruders.
They point at an intruder now.
Leave, she intones, as true as the sand that flows between her claws. Nothing good can come to anyone walking on the bridge. She's the curse that stands on it; she's heard the screams from the other side.
The stranger does not leave. They don't mine the spikes of sand that bite into their feet as they step on the bridge, nor the sand that stabs at their face and the sand that sprays into their eyes.
In fact, the sand seems to roll of them as it touches, as if it's too scared to touch them.
Cerra is not too scared to touch them. It should not be flowing off like water, it should be scouring away soft skin and scale.
Leave, she says again. To walk here is to invite misery and inevitability upon yourself.
The stranger calls, "What misery might I endure when you may in my stead?"
Their feet are melting into the stone, as if they were stepping into a lake. Cerra feels grains of sand shift and finds the stranger standing behind her.
The creature looks down at Cerra's sandworn notch under its feet. With its claw running over the notch, her sand is ushered away, and the stone grows to fill the gap like flesh closing over a wound.
She stares. The bridge stares back.
The sand that she gathered into a dense boulder crashes on the back of its head, and it stands like the rivulets of sand running over its shoulders are nothing at all.
There are many things she can do. She doesn't hesitate. Sand tightens around its ankles.
"Stay still," it says, and clawing it is like clawing the rock of the bridge itself. Wings flaring, she covers it with sand, a coffin of particulate that clings to it as it stands, statuelike. Still, it speaks, sand finding no holes where air could escape. It's the stone underneath her feet that rumbles words: "And if you wore me away, then what? Perhaps you would be bound to the scraps of stone that fell in the river."
"Better bound to water than bound to here," she says.
She was afraid once, but now the words taste like nothing.
(by inn#279260)
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