Kaliqo's dragon Rovas

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Physical Attributes

Battle Stats

Measurements

Length

18.88 m

Wingspan

19.78 m

Weight

8449.51 kg

Genetics

Beige
Giraffe

Shamrock
Stripes

Fern
Spines

Hatchday

Apr 19, 2017
(7 years)

Breed

Adult
Guardian

Eye Type

Nature
Uncommon

Level 1 Guardian

EXP: 0 / 245

STR

AGI

DEF

QCK

INT

VIT

MND

Lineage

Parents

none

Offspring

none

Biography

Former Clan Leader

Protective - Bold - Wise

Rovas sat in the shade of an ancient oak, watching Meilu flutter amongst the branches after fireflies. After a while, she came to rest perched on his shoulder and he felt the soft caress of her hand on his neck. He could not make out the words she said now, but her voice was a soft monotone hum that soothed his ears like the first sip of water on parched lips. She did not smile, but he knew from the movements of her crest that, at that moment, she was happy...

Rovas's eyes slowly opened, focusing on the tombstone in front of him. It was small, and simple. There was just one word carved into it. Meilu.

My Meilu.

Rovas felt a small sigh escape his lips. His limbs had turned to stone as he lay in the grass in front of her grave. There was no feeling there anymore, but he could feel the dryness of the stone slowly spreading. He could feel the vines and the roots of small seedlings creeping into the cracks of his hardened skin. He could feel, at least for now, the soft breeze that moved the grass around him, and always seemed to carry her voice.

My Meilu.

They had been young when they had fallen in love. She was a tiny, energetic Fae, just passing through Faint Grove on her journey to find herself. He remembered seeing her first at the town's tavern, sipping her drink alone at the bar. Many might say it was love at first sight, though for Rovas, it was not just love. She was his Charge, the one he was bound to protect for the rest of his life.

But there are things teeth and claws cannot protect against.

They had discovered pretty early that she was infertile. The healers said that it was a genetic disorder. They could live with that. They adopted a hatchling, whom they called Ervor, to raise as their own.

But as time went on, Meilu became weak. She was constantly tired, she could hardly eat, and she could not use magic anymore. The town's healer wrote letters to anyone they could think of, but no one knew what could cause this. Rovas could only watch as his love, his Charge, wasted away.

One day, she did not wake up.

Rovas did his best to carry on. His blood had claimed the title of Clan Leader since Faint Grove was founded, and this responsibility was passed on from father to son. In the absence of a blood descendant, he guided Ervor as he learned to take on the responsibilities of a clan leader.

But his grief, and the weight of his failure as a Guardian, consumed him. He could not protect her. He was powerless to save her. Surely there was something he could have, should have, done, if only he had known. He had failed her, and himself.

As he was needed less by Ervor and the town, he began to spend more and more time in this very spot where his Charge, his Meilu, was buried.

Until one day, he did not leave.

He could not remember the last time he consumed food or water. It was only the magic that was stored in his body, that flowed through the land he was slowly becoming a part of, that kept him alive. When the last of his magic was gone, when he was finally completely turned to stone, he could be with her again.

He lifted his head briefly, hearing her voice on the wind, before letting it rest again on the ground in front of him.

My Meilu.

I'll be with you soon.

My Meilu.

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