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Iris

(#30474885)

Level 1 Skydancer

Familiar

Psywurm

Energy: 0/50

Personal Style

Apparel

Skin

Scene

Physical Attributes

Battle Stats

Measurements

Length

3.4 m

Wingspan

3.48 m

Weight

422.67 kg

Genetics

Caribbean
Crystal

Caribbean
Facet

Caribbean
Gembond

Hatchday

Jan 30, 2017
(7 years)

Breed

Adult
Skydancer

Eye Type

Shadow
Common

Level 1 Skydancer

EXP: 0 / 245

STR

AGI

DEF

QCK

INT

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MND

Lineage

Parents

Offspring

Unnamed

Biography

Iris
Shadow || Mage
Means: "faith, wisdom, valor"
"rainbow, lens"

Hoards:

Special Apparel:

Father: Alatar

Mother: Pallando

Companions:

CHILD OF LEGEND

(Take me back. Back a year, back a month or two, a day. Take me back far, and farther, and farther, make me lose myself, my mind, my self, I do not know who I am- I do not know and I am so afraid, I am so- afraid. Sometimes I forget my own name, I forget what I was doing, where I'm standing, where I was going. What's wrong with me? Why am I like this? I always feel so empty- I never feel happy. I should have left- I wanted to stay. I can't go now, but I can't stay here. I can't stay here, I'm going crazy, I don't even recognize my own face when I pass by the ocean or drink from the wells- help me, please, I am so afraid. I'm sinking in the ground and I'm terrified to rot.)

Myths should never have children. For what are the children of myths but forgotten shadows, lost to the wind as soon as they are born? When their parents have gone, what happens to their offspring? Do they strengthen and write their own stories, or do they simply fade? Daughter of the protector of dragonkind and the granddaughter of magic itself- what would that make you? (What does it mean, to be lost?) Iris is the only child of Atalar and Pallando, the Cluster's strangest residents, who has stayed behind, and her magic's strength is akin to that of her father's- she serves as messenger for the Cluster, sending messages to other clans while maintaining and concealing their own secrecy and identity. She regrets not leaving when she could, but hasn't much of a choice, now.

When Iris was hardly out of the nursery, she attempted to leave the Cluster's territory on her own, without permission. When someone noticed she was missing, they sent scouts after her, among them her father, Atalar. When they found her, she was battling a pair of great red rocs in the sky, fighting desperately to keep them from entering the Cluster's airspace, for if they were to sense or discover the presence of the clan, they would head straight for the nursery and slaughter the hatchlings and poison the clan's wells so none of the dragons could reproduce. Atalar and the other two dragons who went with him managed to rescue Iris from the rocs and kill them, but she forever lost the opportunity to leave, in returning with them for healing.

Personality:

Myers-Briggs Type: INFP

Sexuality: Bisexual

Sun Sign: Leo

Moon Sign: Aquarius

Favorite Hobby: folding various objects with magic

Likes to Collect: semi-precious stones, blue cloth

Favorite Weather/Time: winter/noon

Can be seen (location): clan center, flying over the clan

Can be seen (action): sleeping

Dragon Friends: Atalar, Pallando

Dragon Enemies: None

The wind was cool and perfect, and Iris flared out her wings a little wider, relishing the feel of it buoying her up further into the sky. Only half a mile left, and she would be out- out forever, free, gone, she would never have to come back to this strange place where the sun set on the wrong side of the island and the water flowed backwards every other Sunday and dragons lived far too long with far too little purpose- ah, she was leaving and she would never have to come back. She let out an enthusiastic roar, startling a flock of black birds from a stand of oaks down below. She watched them fly away, grinning, a grin that began to fade as she realized two of the birds were much larger than they should be and they were flying directly toward her.
She put on a burst of speed and thrust directly up, putting herself out of their line of sight. They weren't even looking at her- just heading straight, flapping earnestly toward the clearing she had just escaped- where the nursery was. A pair of ugly, wattled rocs, their wings in perpetual molt shedding plague-ridden feathers into the ocean.
Iris hovered, torn, above the cloud cover. In only a few minutes, they would be at the clearing. She'd studied a bit of biology, she knew what rocs did to hatchlings. None of them would die quickly. And then the rest of the clan- every dragon dying, slowly, miserably, their intestines twisting and rotting in their bellies-
Bugling her challenge, she folded her wings and dove, arrowing for the roc in the lead. Its companion heard her coming and peeled away, but the leader, glancing back, thought it could take her and flipped onto its back in the air, its yellow talons spread wide in welcome. She struck him full-on and they tumbled together, her wings in its face and her teeth in its throat. It screamed a horrible scream in her ear, seizing onto her right wing with one set of talons, and bearing down with all five claws. She tore viciously into its neck in response, the other roc wheeling about and screeching in confusion and alarm.
A burst of hot, thick blood in her mouth, and a loosing of the roc's talons, and she cast him away from her like a stick. Its body fell and broke upon the treetops, sprawled across the branches in a bleeding, motionless jigsaw of death. She adjusted her fall mid-flap and turned, aiming to attack the other roc next, who was well ahead of her now and nearly to the clearing. She roared again, furious, wrathful, for she saw the dragons approaching in the distance, and she knew that her chance to leave was gone. With blood in her mouth and fury in her soul she threw herself onto the second roc, and he the larger. No dragon her age or size should have been able to take on even one roc, let alone two, and yet she grabbed hold and did not let go, and by the time the other dragons had reached her, she had her teeth buried so deep in the roc's chest that her jaws scraped together between its ribs and she could feel its heart slicing itself to death on her canines.
"Enough, Iris," her father was saying, somewhere far away. "Let go of it. Iris, let go," the most force she'd ever heard the stoic blue dragon use, the clearest sentences she'd ever heard him say, and finally she did release the near-dead roc, and the dragons caught its body before it hit the trees and shredded it with shrieks that promised agony and eternal damnation.
Iris herself turned in the air to face her father and she saw that he knew what she had been doing, and she met his gaze and shivered but held her ground, and he shook his head and swooped beneath her to bear her back to the clan for healing, and she let him-
But his body beneath her was cold as ice, and she could still taste the blood of the rocs and of missed opportunity, like copper and heartbreak, on her teeth.

"Mother? Can I ask you something?"
Pallando glanced at her daughter from her perch on a great black boulder, spellcasting for the better part of the day. She nodded. "Anything you want, love. Is something bothering you?"
Iris ground her teeth. She couldn't stand the concern in her mother's voice- she wasn't a child anymore, she hardly needed someone asking after her health. She forced a reasonable look onto her face and shook her head. "I'm fine. I wanted to ask how you and my father met." She'd been debating whether to ask or not, all day long, and for weeks before that, and with not much else to occupy her time during this season, she had a lot of time to think.
"How we met?" Her mother laughed. There were lines trailing back from the corners of her eyes, and bags on her cheeks. She was hardly sleeping, hardly eating anymore. Iris wondered what was wrong with her, but knew better than to ask. "Is that all?"
"And why you became mates," Iris added, knowing the first question to not be enough. "You're both so different, so... odd. It doesn't seem logical that it should have happened." Why am I so screwed up, she thought, and didn't say.
"Come here, let's walk," Pallando said, hopping off her rock and leading the way to the path down to the beach. "Your father's been in the clan a long time, much longer than me- seventy-five years, I think, and he knew me long before I knew him. He didn't talk to me until I was just out of the nursery, and old enough that I was my own person and wouldn't be influenced by anything he or anyone else said. He's very intelligent." She thought for a moment as they slid down the slope and onto the sand of the beach. "He didn't ask me outright if I would be his mate. He just talked to me. Told me he'd been waiting and wanting since he saw me. He was outspoken, but subtle. Later other dragons asked me what he had said, and I didn't realize that they don't hear the way he speaks like you and I do- they hear gibberish, riddles, crooked sentences, broken words- like he can hardly talk at all."
"Father?"
"Yes. Well anyway, he came to me and told me those things, and-" She stopped walking, flicking her tail through the ocean surf. "You know he isn't really a dragon, dear. You've known for years."
"Yes, Mother, I know."
"I knew too, then. Everyone did. And I didn't know how something that wasn't... well, alive, could feel for me, could love me. He can't, really. It isn't possible. But he wanted me, however he could want, and I wanted him, for he was mysterious and strange and powerful, and then of course there was you-"
"Me?"
"Well after, darling, after there was you. And you're just as strong as he is, which is incredible." They began walking again, and Pallando kicked a stone into the ocean.
"Do you love him?"
"What?"
"Do you love him, Mom?"
Pallando sighed. "Do you love the ground, Iris, or that tree over there, or the rocks on the ocean floor or the stars? You can admire them, you can appreciate their presence, you can find meaning in their existence and long to see them and hoard them and covet them and wrap yourself around them and profess all sorts of attachment, but you cannot love them."
"That's not what I asked."
"It's an awful truth, Iris, that's all."
That's it, then. I'm just the product of a half-formed attraction and a night of confusion between a shape-shifter and a piece of rock. Is that what she's telling me? Is that all I am? That's it?
They reached the end of the beach, and Iris took off running. She couldn't stand being around her mother anymore. She passed her father coming down the hill, and shied away from his cold presence without thinking. She had never flinched from him before, and she could tell by the way he turned as though he would call after her that he had noticed, and in his eyes there was hurt- hurt? mother told me you can't be hurt, Father, did you know she thinks you're just a rock? maybe you are, but you are hurting, even I can see you are hurting, you hurt like I hurt, did I inherit my struggle from you? did I get this emptiness from you? - but she did not stop.
Behind her, she heard him continue on his way, knowing she wouldn't stop for him, and she did not. She raced up the hill and into the clan center and, assailed by concerned looks from the closest dragons and eye rolls from those farthest away, she let out a wail of frustration and took to the sky, racing to escape her fury, racing to beat the sadness.

*inspiration for layout: Frostlyn
*bio and story by: @SkyTreader197

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