Stigandr
(#33301687)
Level 1 Skydancer
Familiar
Ichor Nymph
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Energy: 0/50
This dragon’s natural inborn element is Lightning.
Male Skydancer
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Personal Style
Apparel
Skin
Scene
Measurements
Length
3.93 m
Wingspan
4.03 m
Weight
688.31 kg
Genetics
Oilslick
Jupiter
Jupiter
Mist
Shimmer
Shimmer
Lavender
Thylacine
Thylacine
Hatchday
Breed
Eye Type
Level 1 Skydancer
EXP: 0 / 245
STR
4
AGI
5
DEF
4
QCK
9
INT
9
VIT
4
MND
9
Biography
Jupiter/Shimmer/Thylacine
Falcon[ ]/Shimmer[✓]/Thylacine[✓]
S T I G A N D R
Researcher
Falcon[ ]/Shimmer[✓]/Thylacine[✓]
S T I G A N D R
Researcher
STATS Strength ███▒▒▒▒▒▒▒ Magic █████████▒ Defense █▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒ Charisma ██▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒ Intelligence ████████▒▒ RELATIONS None |
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oooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo A horrible union between Shade and flesh. Three dimly lit eggs long-abandoned by a missing mother, whether dead or ashamed none were sure. Quickly they were rescued and given energy in a vacant nest. Their light never seemed to recover, but they hatched nonetheless. One spilled from his shell a twisted mass of inky black limbs, quickly culled to the sound of hurried prayers to a brighter place in the Lightweaver's domain. But the other two fine enough, so it seemed. Surely the one was simply a victim of some strange condition induced by the starvation of energy. Given to adoptive parents, the two were allowed to grow. From birth the siblings seemed distant, never interested in each other- barely aware they were related. Stigandr and Marion, the two brothers had been dubbed. Stigandr cared not for how his brother felt, though knew he himself felt empty, like his destiny and anything he could do was beyond his perception. This left him unmotivated and lethargic for most of his life, until he had matured enough to be taught the tale of the land's creation. As the deities quarreled over this or that Stigandr listened on with disinterest- that is until the Shade arrived, bringing silence to the war and other murmuring hatchlings alike. As the shade's wretched form came into detail, Stigandr's electric eyes brightened, and he listened with an intensity unmatched by even the hungriest of predator observing weakened prey, committing the legends to memory as best he could. That! He thought excitedly. That is it! From that point throughout his adolescence Stigandr drowned himself in books, scrolls, scriptures, anything he could get his hands on that related to the Shade. It fascinated him, and he had no room in his heart nor mind for anything but the entity. This devotion obviously lead to him slowly but steadily being ostracized from the clan, and further widening the gap between him and his remaining brother, not that he cared either way. He was spoken to in his mid-adolescence, wherein the clan leader gave him a firm warning that if he didn't cease this folly he would see himself out in the mercy of the Shifting Expanse as soon as he was of age. After this lecture, he returned to reading. Once an adult, he packed up every scrap of paper of his that he could and unceremoniously departed from the clan. No one saw him off except those few leaders and officials who had to be there. Immediately Stigandr cut a course north, fighting through the charged air onwards to where the storm ended and sunshine rained freely, save for the blackened area most strongly connected to the Shade. On his way to the Hewn City many light-eyed dragons intercepted him, asking if he was lost or what he was doing. He simply answered that he was passing through and that he was well-aware of his destination. Ultimately they stopped trying to halt him, though some observed with curiosity as closely as they dared. He landed in the heart of the city, marvelling at how the wind, normally a gentle breeze whisping past his ears, seemed to carry faint, rumbling tones. Dropping some papers he sat back, arms outstretched, and begun uttering arcane murmurs of a long-dead language. Tongue easily clicking and rolling the words that he'd rehearsed so many times, his heartbeat quickened as the dark air seemed to swell and swirl around him, before finally condensing enough into a dark tendril that gently caressed his chest. In that instant, for once in his life, he felt whole. He had found and rejoined the Shade, himself a missing piece of it, trapped in an egg, trapped in a clan, trapped in a body. Let me relieve you of this prison, the tones spoke so deep that it shook his airy bones, yet they were so comforting, like the voice of a parent to a long lost hatchling. And as he gleefully welcomed the entity an incredible searing, tearing pain tore across his underbelly and immobilized him. His jaws split into a scream so loud he wasn't certain it came from him. The once benevolent, gentle tendrils that ran across his coat now ripped apart his flesh, and he could almost feel his innards being wrenched out. And though the suffering felt like hours, it was only seconds until a great beam of light tore through the dark mist in response to his cries, separating the Shade- no, that wasn't the Shade, merely the echoes of it's presence, his mind could never comprehend the true Shade- from himself. Sun-touched, he had learned the Imperial who rescued him was. If he could call it that, anyway- the stranger still seemed unsure as to whether Stigandr was a shadetouched beast or a dragon, though at the moment seemed more inclined to the latter at least. After he'd awoken from blacking out, he found his body has been disfigured. His original lavender coloration still clung to his upper side, but now midway down fell away into shreds before dissipating into darkness. Other than the Imperial who had rescued him all others now averted their gaze, refused to speak to him, and gave him a wide birth whenever they passed him, as though worried he would do the same to them as the Shade had done to him. Though even under their judging stares he found himself feeling only lethargic and empty inside. His one life's passion had betrayed him, he felt, and he responded with disdain to the faint tugging that tried to draw him back to the Hewn City so the job could be finished. Eventually he was forced out of the area, but even nipping at him wasn't enough to spur him to move more than a few steps before he crumpled down again. Some debated killing him, but others demanded not for one reason or another. Eventually he was just slung over a peddler's cart and taken out of the region that way. wip |
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