Vert

(#31572709)
Level 1 Imperial
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Energy: 50/50
This dragon’s natural inborn element is Wind.
Male Imperial
This dragon is benefiting from the effects of eternal youth.
This dragon is hibernating.
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Personal Style

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Scene

Scene: Windsinger's Domain

Measurements

Length
2.77 m
Wingspan
1.59 m
Weight
76.13 kg

Genetics

Primary Gene
Peridot
Flaunt
Peridot
Flaunt
Secondary Gene
Peridot
Basic
Peridot
Basic
Tertiary Gene
Peridot
Underbelly
Peridot
Underbelly

Hatchday

Hatchday
Mar 16, 2017
(7 years)

Breed

Breed
Hatchling
Imperial

Eye Type

Eye Type
Wind
Common
Level 1 Imperial
EXP: 0 / 245
Scratch
Shred
STR
6
AGI
6
DEF
6
QCK
5
INT
8
VIT
8
MND
6

Lineage

Parents

Offspring

  • none

Biography

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Windward Prophet
Foundling › Male (He/Him)| Companion




• Skittish
• Naïve
• Burdened
• Compassionate
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"The Wind always speaks the truth. And it's telling me to run."

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"You are blessed by the Winds, child. How lucky we are," his mother always said.

Blessed. Vert did not understand the meaning of it at first, simply basking in his parent’s doting praise. But all too quickly the young drake realized that the truth of his ‘blessing’; the gift of true-dreaming and whispers-on-the-wind. They were more of a curse. True-dreams were not more than night terrors; unknown and far-flung threats making themselves very, very known to a hatchling trembling in his nest. The whispers were hard to hear; indistinct and rumbling like distant thunder. He could never understand them until they were on top of him, like the arriving storm; their warnings come too late to avoid the downpour.

Worse still, once he grew he understood the heaviest truth: that the praise from his parents for his gift was all about the prestige that it gave them. Trotted out like a prize pet at his parent’s galas and gatherings, clucked over and flaunted and then sent away. It was a lonely fate, and one that repeated over and over throughout his youth.

And yet, for all that his parents showed off and doted upon his 'blessing', when the time came- they ignored his warnings. They were too used to his night terrors to give the warning of a threat actively creeping among them any heed. They sent him away, wings rustling with displeasure at how he had disturbed them and their guests.

Vert tucked himself away in his nest, sulking and anxious. The quick to return chatter of the gathering nearby could not cover the sound of the wind as blew through the chimes in his window.

Soon, the whispers said. Soon. Be ready.

Ready for what? He wondered. He perked up, and slowly crawled out of his nest, creeping toward the window for a better view...

That was when the screaming began.

Run. Run now. Go!

Vert ran.

His parents and their guests did not delay the unseen threat long. The screams grew quiet.

It was only when they fell eerily silent that Vert was able to make out the sound behind him- a scramble of skittering feet grew ever-closer, giving chase. He dared to glance back only once, and saw not but shadowy shapes, hulking and indistinct. The wind urged him on, frenetically, howling in his ears. In the end, it was even more terrifying than the shadows, driving him to a blind panic.

In desperation, Vert was forced to fling himself from the Cloudsong platforms, giving himself over the to mercy of the winds over the Southern ocean. As a mere hatchling, any significant flight at all was a trial.

He flew until he could fly no more, and then some. There was no choice: it was fly or drown in the black ocean below. The heavy, Southward winds of the ever-turning Crescendo carried his tiny wings past fatigue and exhaustion; even when the air turned to the cold chill of the Southern Icefield, stiffened pinions gone numb and bloodless, he glided blindly on, well beyond delirium.

Eventually, as icy lands grew in the distance, the Winds were finally spent and silent. And Vert fell from the sky to crash land in the frigid snows below...


Silken Feathers
Verdemoth
Avian Gemstaff
Playful Windsinger Puppet
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