Orion
(#29748125)
Level 1 Spiral
Familiar
Winter Wolf
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Energy: 50/50
This dragon’s natural inborn element is Nature.
Female Spiral
This dragon is hibernating.
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Personal Style
Apparel
Skin
Scene
Measurements
Length
3.09 m
Wingspan
2.24 m
Weight
87.66 kg
Genetics
Pistachio
Iridescent
Iridescent
Pistachio
Butterfly
Butterfly
Pistachio
Runes
Runes
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
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Orion
Mate: Oberon
Everything Orion owns and everything he is, he has fought for with tooth and nail. Every shred of self confidence he has was won through constantly proving himself to those around him. The one dragon to whom Orion doesn’t feel he must prove himself is his mate, Oberon. Oberon makes him feel good enough. Worthy. That is why Orion will do anything--anything--to protect his mate. Sometimes he feels as though the hardships he has had to overcome were all to mold and polish him into a dragon worthy of Oberon’s love.
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Mountains Unseen
I. He struggled higher. The cliff arced above him, the underside dotted with bushes and scarred by ancient floods. It was difficult to heave his body forward through the brackish undergrowth. But wind whispered in his ears: keep going. Sometimes the wind seemed to come from inside of him. There was something at the top of that mountain. Something precious that he needed for one of his inventions. And with this invention, he would finally be a star, finally be famous and regarded and invited to fancy parties... Worthiness. He clawed up a clod of earth and flung it back. He scrabbled, but he was mired in the dirt. He howled until the ground opened up beneath him and he fell into white. II. "You were shouting in your sleep again," Oberon grumbled in his ear. "And kicking me, besides." "I would never kick you," Orion whispered fervently. "No need for drama." Oberon sniffed again, but he looked concerned. The Imperial's long, elegant muzzle caught the light of the sunrise. Then his ruby eyes slitted. "But you did kick me. What happened?" The mountain. The climbing. Orion's mouth went dry. "Stupid mountain dream again?" Oberon's smile grew sly. He unwound his long, scaly body from his mate's. "It's not stupid," Orion hissed. "It's not, then?" Oberon smiled over his shoulder. He was headed out to forage. "Then go climb it." Orion gaped. "What?!" The thought - that the mountain was real, that it could be climbed - had never occurred to him. And as if Oberon's words were a spell, they conjured the possibility of a struggle, a climb...and rest at the peak of the mountain. Oberon gently rapped on Orion's head. "Anyone home?" "You're brilliant!" Orion gasped. "Perfectly brilliant!" "Funny." Oberon nibbled Orion's neck. "They say that about you." “I’m going to climb it!” “Climb wh – oh. Oh no.” Oberon’s sly smile turned to a frown. “I was joking. There is no mountain.” “No, but there is! I’ve seen it! I’ve dreamt it!” Orion was excited now, bouncing from side to side. Extricating himself from Oberon, he hurried off to prepare, leaving his mate to stare after him. III. Though one couldn't tell from his handsome exterior, Orion's life was a struggle. First, there was the name that rubbed and chafed against his scales like an ill-fitting shoe: Ophelia. Oberon, in his half-joking way, had said he found it rather romantic. But like the name of a fancy restaurant, not like his mate. Orion hated it so hard it was painful. It was a struggle to get the clan to call him something different. A struggle to complete his inventor's apprenticeship. A struggle to climb back up from that pit of low self-worth and quiet, sweating desperation. And then there was the fact of his mate: Oberon. Orion was born and bred a Nature dragon. He knew the names of every flower that crept up the path to their home. He had a habit of sniffing moss. He had star charts and blooming patterns memorized, and often engraved them into his inventions. Oberon, on the other hand, had the calm assurance of a Plague dragon, the sureness of a dragon who had seen too many battles and atrocities. Of course Oberon did not dream of climbing unending mountains. Oberon had broken out of the darkness and left it far behind. But in Orion, the darkness lingered. One last battle. One last climb, to prove himself. In his dreams, the mountain loomed. IV. “You don’t have to do this,” Oberon said mildly, once Orion found the mountain he wanted to conquer. The pair of them stood at the base of it. It was literally ripped from Orion’s dreams. The peak formed a half-arch shape, was covered in mossy stones. The surface raced into the sky, high above them, casting them in shade. It would be hard going. “I do have to do this,” Orion said calmly. “Then let me come with you.” “No!” Orion’s body tensed. He softened his voice. “No. I have to do it alone.” For the first time in a long while, anger came into Oberon’s eyes. For a moment, Orion felt very small, and was reminded of the gulf in size between them. “Life is hard enough without you making it harder.” “Perhaps. But I have no control over this.” Orion tilted his head back and gazed, hypnotized, at the peak. Oberon’s voice was deep, dark, sepulchral. “That’s not true. You’ve always had a choice.” Orion looked at his mate’s metal leg, the many scars criss-crossing the faint-green hide. Oberon’s Plague eyes held pity, but also harsh judgment. Orion quivered. “I –“ “Have a choice. Yes, you do. You can choose to climb this mountain. And what are you going to find at the top? Another challenge. I’d guarantee it. You’ll climb it, and you’ll make it, and what’ll you have? Nothing. No.” Oberon thrust a dark claw into Orion’s skinny chest. “The choice has to come from in you. You’ve fought and overcome so many other challenges. But what about the greatest one?” Orion couldn’t breathe. “And what’s the greatest one?” “Telling yourself that you’re worthy.” Oberon paused. “Without climbing a stupid mountain.” Orion shook. Hot tears filled his eyes. In the shade of the mountain, he fell forward onto Oberon’s chest. V. The dreams still trouble Orion. He sees himself at the base of a peak in climbing gear. Or as a young, slim thing lost in a sea of dark bodies. But he’s able to grope forward for the mountain and wake himself up. And he wakes next to Oberon, who slumbers peacefully on. 
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