Stench
(#33092143)
The Gravekeeper
Fen
Swamphaunt Kelpie
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Energy: 43/50
This dragon’s natural inborn element is Ice.
Female Imperial
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Personal Style
Apparel
Skin
Scene
Measurements
Length
24.25 m
Wingspan
21.64 m
Weight
9016.78 kg
Genetics
Swamp
Falcon
Falcon
Hunter
Hex
Hex
Hunter
Lace
Lace
Hatchday
Breed
Eye Type
Level 5 Imperial
EXP: 818 / 5545
STR
6
AGI
6
DEF
6
QCK
5
INT
8
VIT
8
MND
6
Lineage
Parents
Offspring
- Kakir
- Sortal
- Spruce
- Grasp
- Donver
- Otora
- Reek
- Paris
- Marling
- Powder
- Lyune
- Telor
- Pria
- Agrius
- Denas
- Khonor
- Nivenor
- Ashe
- Darby
- Rhain
- Aspen
- Musa
- Fog
- Bayou
- Wind
- Dew
- Scout
- Sanctum
- Swamp
- Forest
- Stink
- Rugore
- Bonehunter
- Moran
- Balsam
- Willow
- Harevis
- Sledge
- Pasqual
- Osley
- Ardath
- Genevra
- Ukhai
- Klavdia
- Mallow
- Lucente
- Nai
- Chane
- Amaya
- Kaj
- Shiver
- Sho
- Fangorn
- Elmos
- Aniah
- Arular
- Gruel
- Doben
- Karos
- Laveta
- Akakia
- Gallen
- Arbol
- Parsuns
- Mismar
- Zolean
- Zaj
- Cynfal
- Ges
- Glade
- Mars
- Riviel
- Varduhi
- Pelagiya
- Glen
- Fletcher
- Fawry
- Billson
- Stardew
- Marya
- Arddun
- Aelia
- Sonne
- Dominick
Biography
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♕ S T E N C H The Gravekeeper ╰ ╭  ╰ ╭ 
ABSINTHE
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WYLDE
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COYOTE
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ZIKA
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RUNT
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IDUNA
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NEYA
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MEYMO
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Shy | Cautious | Smelly ╰ bio template by squidragon adapted by Katalist
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Is afraid of the sun
Can go out in the sun perfectly fine Smells really bad Loves her graves Tries to cover herself to staunch the smell.
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I put flowers on the grave, so at least someone is beautiful.
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A putrid odor escapes from Stench, despite her attempts to hide the smell underneath an expensive wolf pelt. The smell is so bad it earned her the lovely nickname. If you ask her anything about the pervasive odor, she'll simply equate it to her job of being the lair undertaker. This is untrue, obviously. While she does work with the dead all day long, the bigger issue seems instead to be her own rotting flesh. Despite all, Stench is a sweetie. She works very hard to keep her wounds covered as best as she can, and is always trying to keep her stomach turning looks under wraps and masks. She is very well loved within the Swamp, especially by her mate Sludge, the current leader of the Swamp Boys. There is always a space by his side for her, but to make the eating spaces easier to stomach, she will often leave public areas, retreating to her quiet graves. Stench looks after the graves of the Tribe. She has two sections, honourable and dishonourable. The honourable section is maintained by other members, and often is clean, with fresh flowers and spakling epitaphs. Dragons that have served long lives in the clan, or despite the doctors' best efforts did not make it, usually end up in her graves. The dishonourable graves belong to the few ones that the Wendingo hasn't eaten, or has deemed too nasty to eat. Even the cannibal Absinthe won't even touch their bodies. These ones (and there are many) are maintained by Stench, and while she tries her best, some lie forgotten, absorbed by the bog they were buried in. She still tries her best.
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G R A V E S
                                                                       
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ETYMOLOGY - Stench - ""English - a strong and very unpleasant smell."" RELATIONS -
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Grave of Retina
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♕ R E T I N A Light Priestess Touched by the sun First acolyte of Glittermama One of the first dragons ╰ xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx |
I, like the sun, am all knowing, all seeing... Come to me for enlightenment
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Retina was one of the first dragons of this clan, and was a true acolyte of the Lightweaver, which never put her in a good position with the other dragons in the clan, who have a unified hatred of Light. However, as she saw it, all dragons, no matter their place of birth, are all touched by the sun. She was the clan's priestess, and while she presents true devotion to the Lightweaver, she would conduct ceremonies for the Glademother, as well as be present for exalting ceremonies. Retina would always pray at dawn, noon and dusk, as the sun continues along its path through the sky. Retina also watched over Jewel, a troubled skydancer who strayed off the right path into a dark criminal world. Once exiled, Retina took her under her arm and convinced the clan leader that with her help, Jewel will find the right path. Retina had always had a soft spot for Jewel, having grown up with her in the den. Jewel has since moved on to a new clan, but Retina still watches over her. Rest in Peace 
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Grave of Hawthorn
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♕ H A W T H O R N Lead Digger Ancient Scholar Historian Earth Representative Birthday Dragon ╰ xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx |
Watch your heads, this is a tight fit.
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Hawthorn is a quiet coatl who loves the feeling of dirt under his claws. Often spending his days digging in various places around Sornieth, Hawhtorn prides himself on his efficiency and skill, and the unkempt nature of his clothes. Often decked out in cobwebs and shards of dislodged rock, many fear the cloud of dust he emits whenever he decides to shake himself off. The other dragons don't mind him around, but stay away whenever he moves quickly, lest they be covered with dust, dirt and cobwebs. He is the source of many allergies. Hawthorn has long since given up on keeping his fur clean, and instead focuses on keeping his books and equipment clean, though the almost permanent dust from his fur makes it difficult. Hawthorn has met and lost many mates along the way, and has no true partner, but he doesn't mind. A vacancy in this tribe caused by the previous digger meant an easy job for him, so he picked up her hastily dropped tools, and read her scribbled documents, and proceeded to pick up where the scatterbrained skydancer had left off. Hawthorn secretly enjoys the cramped spaces of his work, and takes comfort in the claustrophobic spaces, and sometimes sighs when he has to make caverns bigger for the larger dragons. His main task is digging out the main caves and turning them into auditoriums and safe spots from the annual rain season. Hawthorn often spends his nights in the Library chatting with Echo and studying up on ancient lore. The myths and legends originally told by the snappers fascinate him much more than present events, and provide a useful topic to argue with whenever his fellow scholars come into the library to discuss with him. It helps that his previous earth clan was full of the ancient stories of Dragon Home, which allows him to fill in the gaps the previous job holder mistook or withheld form her books. Rest in Peace
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Erica was rescued from the Auction house by Lira, the then clan mother, when she was up for a measly 2000 treasure. Whilst Lira wishes for Erica to take over her role as Mother, all Erica wants to do right now is fly, hunt, and help lead a team of dragons in gathering. With her at the lead, digging and scavenging has become much easier, and more and more exciting treasure have been uncovered.When she returns from a long day of digging, she loves nothing more than bringing a pouch full of butterflies to Kafani and Voltair's door. There she curls up under the nest and prepares the wings for Kafani as the elderly fans tell her of the stories of old. Right now she is fascinated with the earthbound snappers, and can't fathom being unable to fly. Erica is one of the best flyers in the clan, and her aerial displays attract a lot of attention. That being said, she still wants to interview an aged snapper and hear his story. The snapper's deity, Earthshaker, truly fascinates her. His constant patience, something she admits never having, and dominance over the earth makes her envious. She often begs Voltair to tell her about the earth flight. Sometimes Endo, the mate of Pyre, joins her and listens, but has since graduated from Voltair and often joins in now on the Lore telling. Erica loves nothing more than lying down with a hatchling in her lap and falling asleep to the sounds of Endo and Voltair arguing about discrepancies in ancient stories. Now she spends most of her time in the new library, when she isn't digging for buried treasure. Her pet project, she and the imperials worked on it for months, carting the dirt away and stocking it with some of the treasures she found underground. The new place is cool, and lit by floating magefire. Erica believes it gives off a new ambiance. Now there is a new dragon. His name is Hawthorn, and he never met the old scholar. The others say she left quickly, after getting a frozen summons from an icy clan. The chance to fly and soar on the icy currents excited her more than the dulling task of hollowing out caves. And so she had gone, and he had returned. It didn't mind to him, filling in her old job. She had left many gaps in her studies, especially near the end of her work, and didn't want her studies back after she had left. The foundations were settled, the work laid out. He was ready to begin. The first task was to open up the caves. Erica had no idea how to support caves, and collapsed caves lay at nearly every turn. It was dangerous, for him and the residents. So he began supporting the caves, to the point where an imperial could lean on the beams and nothing would happen. It was risky, testing that particular experiment out. The second task was making some of the larger caves hospitable for more clan members. According to Wieska, the Overseer, the clan was growing exponentially, and tensions with the neighbouring beastclans were growing. Coming from Dragonhome, where most of the lairs were underground, Hawthorn had no problem. Between the two, soon the caves were fit for an imperial. The place was soon taken up by the two imperials and their sister, a brand new, wobbling fae, still getting used to the breed change. A skylight was put in as a request from the astral imperial, and all was well. The third included renovations to the library, as well as the mushroom farms. Hawthorn received a lovely little mushroom colony growing on the soil in his clothes for that. The mushrooms farmer assured him that they weren't parasitic, and won't kill him. Soon the entire lair liked him, especially when they saw the nicely furnished caves he was making. They paid him in fossils and pretty rocks, which he always thanked, and placed with his already huge pile of shiny rocks and fossils he fond while digging. The gems went to the blacksmith and jeweller, and the deep, rich cave soil went to the gardener, which she loved, in a silent sort of way. He liked it here. 
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Grave of Maple
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♕ M A P L E The Herbalist The Witch The Head of the Healers ╰ xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx |
Do you like blackberries?
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Maple is a keen herbalist. Working with Vortex, the doctor, and Sahara the healer, Maple makes sure her patients get better and stay that way.There is a difference in jobs. Sahara fixes mental illnesses, with the occasional physical injury. Vortex fixes bones, gembond and tangles. Maple stops cuts from infecting, fixes colds and other illnesses, and gives vaccinations. They all work efficiently as a team, and Maple wouldn't be with her workmates at any time. Maple did some travelling around Sornieth when she was a child, but has returned to her home clan, where she stays with her mate, Machiavelli. The counterpart to her chatter, Machiavelli is the silent rock in her life. Their relationship started as rocky as the materials he carves, but now the two love each other dearly. Machiavelli loves to spoil Maple with little figurines. Their den is littered with them, but Machiavelli refuses to throw them out. Maple has a few select favourites that she carries with her everywhere, those of her and her cat as well as a little berry. The lumps of the berry have since been worn down from her rubbing it all the time. In return Maple gives him tonics to stain his stones with. Whilst they're not as beautiful or as richly coloured as Lyre's dyes, Machiavelli treasures them. Maple is one of the few dragons who has a permanent familiar. Her floracat follows her around everywhere, as well as its kittens. Many dragons visit Maple just to play with the kittens, which are often as therapeutic as her medicine. And of course, her medicine always tastes like berries. Rest in Peace
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Maple has had quite a tale. Born to an esteemed Coliseum fighter and a wild coatl tigress, she as the progeny was destined for great things. Her sisters that she shared the nest with left quickly on their own adventures. One went straight to the ice warden to serve him in his icy lair whilst the other took to teasing the new imperial hatchlings, Damion and Nao, before heading to the Gladekeeper.But Maple? Maple had an adventure of her own.  When Lira, the clan mother, witnessed the hatching of the babies, she scooped Maple up and crowed of her success. She took the child to the gathering place of many different clans, praising Glademother for the birth of the most perfect autumn dragon. Whilst others looked on and watched, Lira was proud. She had always felt ashamed of the fact she had no true nature dragon in her clan. And now the Mother had blessed her with the child. So when Lira had placed the child down and turned away to discuss her with another dragon representative, Maple was whisked away. She remembers very little of the travel there, only the soft, downy fur of the dragon carrying her. When Lira realised Maple was gone, though, she began to search frantically for the child.
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 When Kirra made it back to her clan with the child, she wasted no time in showing the others her new hatchling she saved. With Ice and Plague fighting for dominance right now, the auction place was no place for a baby of her splendour to be in. She was glad she had saved yet another child from imminent exultation. No, this child will go far. The other dragons cooed over the child, and shared Kirra's sentiments. The baby, whilst an unusual colour, would fit nicely in this lair. Maple was confused. She could not see the flowers of her previous den anymore, only trees and vines. Taking up the expanse of the sky was a huge behemoth of a tree, of which she laid at the foot of. She wanted the sky back. Her mother was gone, and the smoky smell of her father was gone. Where was she? She was not ready for adventures. She wanted to be home with her momma. Just as Maple stated to whimper, a large, fluffy face took up her vision. The smell of damp earth and rain pervaded her senses. Kirra was concerned about the child's noises, and picked her up to soothe her. Snuggled into Kirra's chest fur, Maple finally slept, with dreams of running among damp, striped leaves.
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 Lira spent the next few days searching the auction house and the forums for her little child. No one know where she was, and Lira only grew more desperate. Finally she ran into another Skydancer called Autumn, who belonged to Vil's clan. Autumn had seen the little child, and had even seen a male coatl who looked very similar to her. He was mate less and lonely, and wanted to meet the child. With three dragons now searching for Maple, it would not be long until she was found.
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Kirra soon found out Maple had a talent in gathering. When she took Maple out, every time Maple would find the sweetest berries and the spiciest flowers, though hated digging for roots. Kirra was fine with this, as Maple's size allowed her to get nice and deep in the thickets and reach the best berries, something a tundra of her size couldn't manage.
Kirra also found out Maple's favourite food was blackberries when she would scramble out with deep, sticky red all over her face and berries falling out of her paws. In honour of this, that very night, Kirra made Maple her very own Berry tart. She loved it.  One day whilst out gathering with her new clan, she heard rustling in a tanglevine thicket. The other hatchlings shied away and chattered tales of the monster that lived in the woods, but Maple wasn't afraid. She dove in headfirst, scratching herself on the thorns, and came face to face with a little kitten. At first she was unsure, but when the kitten started to struggle and wail, she realised the kitten was stuck. One of her leaves was tangled in the vine, which was slowly wrapping around the kitten's stomach. Maple worked quickly to free the kitten, and finally emerged, admittedly with more scratches, clutching the cat in her paws. When Kirra noticed the cat she gave Maple the monumental task of caring for the little floracat. The kitten from then on never left Maple's side.
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 Maple was starting to fit in and get used to her new role as gatherer when she stumbled across a wild coatl with patterns similar to hers. Brown stripes lined his body whilst freckled wings glimmered with red. He was asleep, covered in leaves to hide his vibrant wings. Maple stumbled over him as the cat started to play with one of the leaves. Whilst he slept, she stared. He was the handsomest coatl she had ever seen. She wanted to know who this coatl was.... And why was he here? What language did he speak? Whilst Kirra's clan was nice, they couldn't speak coatl. She had only a rudimentary grasp of coatl from her mother, before she was taken. Could he teach her coatl? Whilst she was staring at his sleeping face, though, the cat sneezed. Suddenly his yellow eyes opened. He focused on Maple. She squealed and scurried away as he slowly stood up. He towered over her. His feathers ruffled up as he hissed- and gathered her up in his arms and flew off, leaving the cat behind. Maple screamed and struggled as the cat yowled, slowly getting smaller and smaller until she disappeared completely. Maple turned on her kidnapper. The first time this happened she was a child, and couldn't find for herself. Now, however, she was much older and angry. She scratched and bit and forced the coatl to fly lower until he finally crashed unto the bushes. She rolled out of his arms and landed at the feet of a dark skydancer. The skydancer peered at her as Maple got to her feet and hissed. Finally the skydancer backed away as a frantic dancer galloped up. It was her clan mother. Behind her was her real mother. She turned around to find the coatl licking his wounds. Her mother reached over and pulled Maple close to her, cleaning her like.... A.... Cat. She started to mourn, worrying the motley group. Her mother had never shown love to her before. Her mother, on the hand, was beaming with pride to see her little girl fighting like her mother. Lira, the clan mother, asked her if she would like to return to the clan she belonged to. When she explained about her pet, the dark skydancer, Autumn, flew off. Her mother gathered her up and started flying home, Lira and the coatl following. Whilst at her mother's side she learnt from Lira of the strange coatl. He was to be her prospective mate. A lot of clans were interested in her and her bloodlines, and through mutual discussion, the surly coatl was to provide her with everything she wanted, including children. Maple didn't know if this was what she wanted, but all she wanted right now was her pet, so she told herself she will deal with this later. First, she needed to get home and recollect herself before Autumn returned with her cat.
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The clan was overjoyed to see her back. The leaders Pyre and Modremoth waited there at the edge of their territory for her return. It had taken many days to return back, due to her mother's little endurance. Every night when they camped, however, her.... Mate..... went off and hunted and fished. When he returned he would not leave her side. She took this time to learn about him. He was a silent, yet ferocious hunter. His name was Machiavelli, and despite his manner, he was still very young himself. He spoke little, and brooded often, often clutching a small item in his paws. Shee often asked him about the item, but he always turned and hid it from her. She was afraid her chattyness would drive him off, but no matter how her poor coatl language grated against him, he never left.He fought with greedy lust, however, but always put himself between her and the beast that was trying to steal the food.... Sadly this happened often. So when they reached their territory, it was with great relief that she saw the safety of her family's den. And waiting there at the foot of her den was her floracat. Whilst everyone celebrated the return of Maple, and the arrival of the strange feline, Autumn arrived and requested the return of Machiavelli. Now was their time to go, but their interaction would not be over yet. Maple was to grow up and learn more about herself and the world before her mate would return and bear her children. Maple was assertive about this, as she was still too young, but Autumn told her Machiavelli promised he'd wait. Machiavelli had yet to speak to her. One day she would be ready. Today was not that day.
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Finally.Today was the day. As Lira had explained to her, because this was an official arrangement between many clans, the bonding ceremony would be official. The local priestess would be there, as well as the representatives of the different clans. The air was tense, with preparations being made all over the grounds. The grass in the clearing was swept again and again by the imperials, hatchlings ran around with rags in their mouths, dusting off leaves and tackling each other, the local spiral busied himself up in the tree tying intricate knots in the vines, wildclaws pacing the area for trouble, skydancers gracing the air with silks and decorations, and the Fae couple picking rose petals. The coatls were on housemaid duty. Lairs were being cleaned, hatchling hoards were being tipped out, much to their squealing disgust, faces scrubbed, fur preened, scales glistened and everyone was doing their best to look nice. Maple was concerned. She tried helping out but was pushed down and told to relax. She tried helping out shelling the crustaceans, but Sovari whisked her aside and started picking through her feathers and gathering flowers. Maple was confused. Why was this such an important day? According to Modremoth, this was a big day for clans. According to Pyre, Modremoth was bored and looking for a special occasion. According to Lira, a bonding ceremony was very rare in this clan. Apparently couples just bonded and that was it. According to Maple, it was all a joke. Why couldn't she have a normal bonding? Why did it need to be to a stony coatl who barely talked to her? One that she had never had a conversation with? Sovari wouldn't answer her properly. He had never had a ceremony, due to his choice of a skydancer of the same gender. Whilst he didn't seem outwardly embarrassed, the usually loud dancer quietened when he talked about his mate. Maple sat down and began to think hard. She didn't want to ever have to be ashamed of her future mate. She guessed the coatl could be alright.... He was certainly attractive, even if he had the interests of a stick. Whilst she was thinking about her new mate, Sovari finally lay one of his personal leis on her head, declaring her perfect. Maple looked at herself in one of Sovari's many shiny mirrors. She wasn't perfect. Flowers and bows weren't her thing. She shook her head and Sovari's lei fell off. She wasn't going to have a bonding ceremony looking like something she wasn't. There were going to be dragons that she spent a good chapter of her life with. She ran to her little nest and grabbed the feathers she'd been hoarding. These were more 'her'. She had kept the feathers as toys for her cat, and selected the best ones from the mangled mess. Fixing them to her wings with some beads Lira found in her trinket box, she stood up tall in the mirror. Now she was ready. The time came to walk out and meet the other dragons from the clans. Under Lira's wing, she met with all the representatives. Finally she came face to face with Machiavelli. He had changed since she saw him last. A golden tinge graced his feathers, fading to his maize belly. Red capped whiskers and golden feathers matched his brown stripes perfectly. He was handsome, she admitted. He cocked his head and looked at her closely. Finally he smiled, and pulled from his chest feathers a little bird skull, intricately carved. Maple paled and backed away, and one of the other dragons noticed. Chuckling, she leant over and told Maple about Machiavelli's carving abilities. Machiavelli nodded and pulled out another trinket, carved from the same object of the skull. It was a little coatl with orange wings. He whispered to her that it was her, and it was his. They were the first words he had ever told her.
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With the bonding ceremony over, Machiavelli followed Maple to her nest. Her little cat was waiting, excited to see her all ways. Her cat was not allowed to be at the gathering, not after her last accident involving the ridgeback and the catfish. He was to stay with the clan and with her forever now. He hadn't left her side since. Maple took the time to talk to the other dragons, and learnt more about her new mate. He didn't talk often, preferring to carve. He was very talented at his work too. His favourite medium was wood, though he liked to dabble in bone and rock. He couldn't remember much of his childhood, preferring to focus on her. She didn't mind that much at all. Soon she would bear his children, two of which were to be sent to live with the other clans. Maple didn't mind that either. Her mother never had a good bond with Maple, so the though of parting with her children didn't bother her. Machiavelli was more concerned though. He was quite sweet, actually. Maple was starting to warm up quite nicely to this handsome fellow. His coatl was as rudimentary as hers, but he preferred to snuggle instead of talk. Maple didn't mind that either. Lira looked on at her little girl with her new mate and smiled. She looked to the great tree and prayed to the Gladekeeper that her child would be a good mother and mate. 
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Grave of Chimalmat
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♕ C H I M A L M A T The Head Hunter The Head Fisher ╰ xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx |
The ice is cold, it takes what it wants, it freezes the weak, makes the strong falter until they find shelter to reinvigorate themselves. ~Knightenchanter
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Written by the wonderful @ViewtifulJen . Thankyou! Tyger Tyger, burning bright, In the forests of the night; What immortal hand or eye, Could frame thy fearful symmetry?" There beats the heart of a most powerful and proud jungle feline in the recesses of Chimalmat's downy chest. She commands the attention of every dragon in her vicinity -- not only with her incandescent beauty but in the unabashedly bold, confident, and fearless way in which she carries herself while in the midst of the clan. As every bit as untameable and cunning as the feline she borrows her likeness from, her antics often test the patience of leader Modremoth. She pushes him toward the brink of his reserve every so often... but never completely over, keeping her claws of ire retracted until she finds the hide of a lesser dragon to sink them into. A bit of a bully, but never truly cruel or vengeful (unless it's warranted somehow), she likes to lightly tease and nudge around the weaker males of the clan. They tolerate her to a moderate extent. Dragons who possess real strength of both body and character are granted a respectful berth... but that doesn't mean that they're safe from her mischievous tricks and banter. China is a masterful fisher and swimmer; she knows the branchwork of jungle rivers that flow through their territory like the stripes on her back. Her nets never come back empty. The clan isn't sure how she manages it, but it has made her useful enough to remain among them, at least. Chimalmat is one of Pyre's guild, only recently been merged into Modremoth's. While she will listen to Modremoth, Pyre will always have her command. Rest in Peace
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Chimalmat has only recently been promoted to second in command, under Pyre herself. Thankfully though, Chimalmat doesn't have to lead or any of that nonsense, she just controls hunting, fishing and fighting parties. Paired up with Hunter, the strong, ashy wildclaw that took her heart, she organises the coliseum parties and Hunter trains them.Chimalmat finally let Hunter woo her, and proved his worth, when she hatched a child with her genes, yet darker. Lira fell in love with her, and so Chimalmat let her take the child. She had no time to be a mother. Chimalmat learnt later that the child had been taken. Concerned for the child, Chimalmat lead search parties in the night, the glow of her mate's wings helping. Finally, to no avail, the search was called off and Chimalmat told everyone that if the child was hers and her mates, she would be able to survive for herself. Finally the child returned home, her mouth stained with black juice. Chimalmat was proud, but disapproved of the silent coatl that followed her. Soon she learnt of the arranged marriage between the two, and blessed them as a mother, but soon dusted her hands of the work. The paltry affairs of dragons was not where her expertise lay. Now, if she was to be excused, she had some fishing to do. And another daughter has pleased her. Carrying on her parent's strength, if not their genes, Yectli returned to the land of her parents, and now fights for the good of her new clan, becoming stronger every day. Chimalmat couldn't be prouder of her warrior daughter. 
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Epitaph of Lira
Clan Mother Clan Representative Peacemaker Hatchery Attendant  
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Come here, little one. Mother will look after you. Lira, daughter of Sheba, was the figurehead of the clan. Now exalted, Sheba was the first dragon who ever visited this den, however now she serves the Glademother, feeding and caring for the exalted Hatchlings. Lira was born to this den on the 19th of June, with her sister Noot (exalted), however decided to stay when Kafani, the then clan head, grew sick of the misbehaving children and quit. Jewel, the clan 'accountant', took over matters temporarily before Lira grew up and took over. Lira now resides as clan mother, fostering all the new Hatchlings as well as her own. She has no true partner yet, but has no trouble birthing babies of different breeds. She loves all children and adults equally, and as such, can't bear to see them go. But alas, they must serve the leaders of their new clans, be they dragon or Glademother herself. Lira is also a renowned sniper at the Auction House, where she goes hunting for exaltlings and gives them a new home. Lira plays a part in many young dragon's stories, which pleases her. As the mother of all hatchlings that make her way into the clan, she tries her hardest to take them on a decent path to a good life. She's rescued babies from imminent exaltation, gone on hunting parties to search for kidnapped babies, snuck babies out from impending death and sent them to loving homes and guided children otherwise hated in the clan. She feels it is her personal duty to give her children a better life, and as thus all dragons call her mother. However, she is growing old. After her mother recently passed away, Lira is searching for another dragon who will possess the strength to look after the amount of hatchlings that come through the lair, and keep up with them. She's been keeping an eye on a flighty skydancer called Erica, however Erica has shown incredible mental prowess, and has no interest in looking after hatchlings. Whilst she's a very caring girl who would happily babysit, ancient tomes and illegible scripts are more of her passion, and Lira respects that. Erica is a wonderful assistant, but not right for the job. For now though, she is welcome to stay as the figurehead of the clan, as her capacity for languages makes her an incredibly efficient translator for the leaders of the clan, when they go to converse with other clans. Lira likes to wear trinkets her children have made for her. The dented bangle she wears on her wrist was given to her by a particular nest of faes, whilst the necklace of flowers was given to her by Celeste, the beautiful imperial dragon. Celeste is a strong girl, who has her hands full looking after the poor child Flossy. Flossy is a dear, but has many problems. Lira still loves her with all her heart, but Flossy responds better to her sisters than to Lira, and Lira respects that. Lira still is on the hunt for someone to replace her, though she keeps the information private. She is still needed by many, and cannot let down so many children. She will stay as clanmother, even if it kills her. |
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