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Nhewynion

(#33496219)

Level 1 Skydancer

Ember

Enamored Swan

Energy: 0/50

Personal Style

Apparel

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Scene

Physical Attributes

Battle Stats

Measurements

Length

3.82 m

Wingspan

5.14 m

Weight

537.6 kg

Genetics

Cream
Iridescent

Rose
Shimmer

Raspberry
Opal

Hatchday

Jun 04, 2017
(6 years)

Breed

Adult
Skydancer

Eye Type

Light
Common

Level 1 Skydancer

EXP: 0 / 245

STR

AGI

DEF

QCK

INT

VIT

MND

Lineage

Parents

Pearl
Kalira

Offspring

Biography

Nhewynion, the feyborn

theme here before - vashti bunyan

Fate could be unkind. Fate could delegate a single changeling child to be left crying at the bottom of a marble staircase, without care for if the child would grow suited to his destiny. Fate could be cruel, knowing well how desperate the queen had been for her heir, knowing the lengths she went to for this child. Fate knew too should the queen look closely, the child’s eyes would be too bright, too ethereal.

Fate could surmise the queen was too desperate to look too close though, too exhausted to say a word as the child grew older and his scales seemed too pale and paper-thin. The queen learned not to question things as the prince grew up, carefully guarded despite his strange behavior—or perhaps he was guarded because he was strange. The princeling knew nothing of his past, did not question why he was set apart. He assumed it was because he was a prince, and his duties weighed too heavily upon him to take lightly, to share the burden with another seemed unjust. So he learned loneliness first, then friendship, then loneliness again, only to learn how fate’s design weaved through his skin when he was too old to run.

He did not understand what had been done until the changeling prisoner looked up and cried out for mercy, claiming they shared blood, they shared debt, they shared kin. He had snarled, cruel perhaps, in disgust. He had called them liar.

Then the dreams came. The nightmares. The begging voice of the prisoner, the words spinning through his head, voice layered after voice, too different to be imagined as voices tore at his mind like claws. Voices that whispered of cruelty, of shadows, of fate’s laughter.

He did not understand why till it was too late, till his birthday saw him transform at dusk and his heart nearly stopped. He had run to his mother, crying out, but fate laughed at him this time as the queen wept for her son.

The queen at last told him how fate had left him a gift, how this gift had been unquestioned. But now, fate seemed to be asking the queen, harsh and unyielding, what would be done about the changelings.

For her son was one of the banished. For her heir apparent was the very thing the kingdom hated. For fate intended the banished to at last find freedom with their own queen.

For now it was his burden doubled, tripled, the prince now knowing he must carry two worlds upon his shoulders, the crown would hang heaviest of all on his head.

the artzone

Needs:
- soft pink arm silks

Nhewynion
noun, welsh
firebrand, or ember.

bio by @fitz #262322

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