Lieselotte
(#30461256)
secretive, loyal, intelligent
Familiar
Grasslands Trunker
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Energy: 0/50
This dragon’s natural inborn element is Light.
Female Nocturne
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Personal Style
Apparel
Skin
Scene
Measurements
Length
5.54 m
Wingspan
6.69 m
Weight
571.69 kg
Genetics
Sand
Crystal
Crystal
Driftwood
Facet
Facet
Hickory
Thylacine
Thylacine
Hatchday
Breed
Eye Type
Level 1 Nocturne
EXP: 0 / 245
STR
7
AGI
6
DEF
7
QCK
6
INT
6
VIT
6
MND
7
Biography
 Minder L I E S E L O T T E { lee • sil • lot } Nickname: none x. french: little and womanly • unknown hatchery  lately by forrest, race, and biskwiq
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INVENTORY
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a night to remember
written by plantmom It was the blackest of nights. The sky was broken by long-dead stars, which shed no comfort upon the scattered debris of the Hewn City. A golden scaled Nocturne slithered from an unseen crevice, moving through the darkness and unbothered by how thickly it clung to her paws, making them invisible to her. She parted her jaws, smelling her way through the shattered corpses of once magnificent temples, seemingly guided by a beacon of omnipotent light. The Nocturne scrambled her way up a limestone pillar, which leaned perilously against a half-crushed building as though it was overwhelmed by the weight of itself. Hanging on the side of the flat top of the pillar, the Nocturne came to a rest, feeling her heart beat to the rhythm of Sornieth itself with satisfaction. It was also here that another golden Nocturne scrabbled to a halt beside her, his back adorned with five dewy-eyed hatchlings, all of which clutched his spines without much else but instinct. The female Nocturne’s eyes appraised her brood silently, drinking in their golden, glittering bodies with pleasure. She purred to them—a ghastly, rasping sound to outsiders, but clearly a comforting one based on the slew of chirped responses—and removed them from their father’s back one by one, placing them atop the pillar’s surface. Though they were still sticky with yolk residue, all of their hours old wings were dry and flexing smartly, itching for the first taste of flight. Well, that is, all of them except for a single pair. The smallest hatchling was most certainly a hothead, but no matter how much she groaned and grunted and shrieked her wings simply would not rise. The muscles that were supposed to be stretching and curling her flight-skin taught simply weren’t, too atrophied to even struggle their way off the ground. The other hatchlings’ happy chatter transformed into chaotic squawking as the small hatchling began turning in circles, biting at her useless wings with sharp, desperate cries. The adult Nocturnes, displeased by the noise, hissed at the hatchlings for silence. Every hatchling came to a halt, watching nervously as the two Nocturnes crawled their way to opposite sides of the pillar top. Without much warning other than a low grumble, the adult Nocturnes swept all the hatchlings off the pillar top with a single blow of their great brown wings. After watching the babies plummet a couple meters, the adults also dropped from the pillar and followed suit. The sky was broken with terrified screams as five hatchlings spun haphazardly through the sky, clawing at the nothingness if only for a hope of something. One hatchling caught air in his wings and was forced up by the same air that had pushed him down. The adult Nocturnes nipped at the hatchling’s tails, righting them so that their wings would also catch air. There were barely ten meters left in the descent, and the smallest hatching was still plummeting. Her body was positioned perfectly, instinctively grasping at flight, but her wings were completely vertical and unable to be coaxed anywhere else. Snapping her wings to her sides, the female Nocturne tried to reach the young one, unable to tell what was wrong, but it was too late. The ground was much closer than expected and greeted the fifth hatchling with a hard and unforgiving face. The Nocturne landed beside her young, nudging and sniffing at the babe as her mate and other four offspring glided just above her. Winded, the hatchling gasped for breath, trying to croon to her mother, tell her she was okay in some small way. But the mother huffed a warm breath of air dejectedly, and with that, slid into the night, her mate and brood following suit. The hatchling screamed well into the early hours of dawn before becoming too exhausted to keep her eyes open, falling into a restless sleep. It was in this state that a traveling salesman by the name of Asphodel found her. Seeing the unresponsive hatchling, Asphodel swept it up in a flurry, whisking the baby Nocturne to the Zephyr Steppes, to his bevy, where she was fed and eventually claimed by Asphodel himself. It was there she received her name-- Lieselotte. 
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Finally. It had taken weeks to prepare, but her newest wing prototype was at last complete. Lieselotte regarded them with a mixture of apprehension and excitement. She had failed so many times before, but this time she was fairly certain that this model would work.
After years of staying on the solid ground, watching as the others flew above her, she had finally decided that she too would soar above the earth. Ever since that day so many years ago, she had been building model after model of wings, crafted from scraps of metal and spare feathers that she found around the clan, all coated with a paint made of ivory to hold them together. She had spent many nights holed up with ancient books, learning to harness the power of the wind to help her fly. Now, after countless failures, she was ready.
Lieselotte lifted the pair of wings carefully from their work table and strapped them securely to a sled like contraption which she used to carry around anything too large for her to carry on her own. The sun was just beginning to set as she left her workshop, dragging the prototype behind her.
Most of her clanmates had either not yet returned from their days work, or were already home, so she would be mostly undisturbed.
She made her way to a secluded field, clear of everything but a few boulders. This was were she had tested all of her previous models. There were still impressions in the dirt from where she had crash landed when pair after pair had failed.
Lieselotte strapped the newest model to her back and climbed onto one of the boulders. She breathed deeply. Although she wouldn’t have admitted it to anyone else, she was very afraid. She was afraid of what would happen if these were to fail again, and she would have to start all over, having lost weeks worth of work. But even more than this, she was afraid of what would happen if they didn’t fail. If she was finally successful after months of trials and preparation. After years of living on the ground, left behind as others soared above her, Lieselotte wasn’t sure that she was ready to fly.
She breathed deeply and steadied herself, crouching low against the boulder as she prepared to launch into the sky. Her tail twitched with anticipation as she called the wind and felt it caressing her scales. Even it seemed to be encouraging her. She closed her eyes for the briefest moment. It was finally time.
Her eyes snapped open and she leapt into the dusky sky, spreading her newly made wings and feeling the currents of wind rushing over them. She strained to push them down, to make them work as she had seen the wings of so many others did. Now she would know the truth. Would she plummet, or would she rise?
Up and down, up and down, the beat of her wings grew stronger and steadier with every stroke. That’s when it hit her. She wasn’t falling. Her wings weren’t coming apart. They were holding her up, pushing her higher! She was flying! She was really flying!
A laugh bubbled up from inside her. A crazy, wild laugh that turned into a scream of joy. She was doing it! She would no longer be left on the ground as all of the others around her flew through the sky. She had ever felt so proud or so elated in her entire life. Not even the ground could contain her now. Finally, she was free.
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