Oberon
(#29805147)
Level 1 Imperial
Familiar
Clouddancer
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Energy: 50/50
This dragon’s natural inborn element is Plague.
Male Imperial
This dragon is hibernating.
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Personal Style
Apparel
Skin
Scene
Measurements
Length
23.6 m
Wingspan
20.61 m
Weight
6951.33 kg
Genetics
Seafoam
Iridescent
Iridescent
Pistachio
Butterfly
Butterfly
Pistachio
Runes
Runes
Hatchday
Breed
Eye Type
Level 1 Imperial
EXP: 0 / 245
STR
6
AGI
6
DEF
6
QCK
5
INT
8
VIT
8
MND
6
Biography
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Oberon
Mate: Orion
I. First came the loud, ringing cry. That cry had a ragged edge of desperation to it. Fury, fear, and hatred all rolled into one clarion scream. Then came the silence, and that was worse. It was the silence of the world, of the future — of stars wheeling unseeingly overhead for eons and eons. Oberon looked down at his arm. It lay uselessly in the blood-packed mud of the battlefield. Silly, to be upset about it. It was just an arm. Now it was gone. It still clutched a blade automatically, by spasm. But to Oberon, looking down at it as if bemused, it was just a useless, pointless thing, no longer a part of him, like a shed scale or an old suit of armor or a book battered beyond repair. Then he realized he was missing a part of him. And, as it happens to some when they lose a limb, he lost a tiny part of his soul, too. A mist of darkness closed in. He fell into the mud, whimpering like a lost babe. He was surrounded by carnage, death, warriors far more wounded than he. The medics crept across the field at dusk and found him—the brave warrior. Whispering and murmuring to one another, they began to tie a tourniquet around his arm. They would say later that he should have died, and that only some cold part of him kept him alive. Bitterness, perhaps, or spite. Oberon never knew. II. He never knew, until later, when he realized he stayed alive to meet Orion. Orion’s loveliness reached into the dark and grasped some part of him. Sometimes, in his quiet, ponderous way, Oberon fancied that Orion’s soul was gripping his missing arm and shaking it firmly. Orion did everything to take care of Oberon, even things that Oberon had never thought of. The inventor was skilled at many things. It was he who replaced Oberon’s wooden arm with a smoothly-jointed metal one, and he who was skilled at oiling the joints. In so many tender ways — with warm sitz baths and home-cooked meals — Orion restored Oberon. Now he lives peacefully and quietly alongside his mate, and together, they beat back each other’s darkness. |
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