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Nozette

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Familiar

Thunderback Slink

Energy: 48/50

Personal Style

Apparel

Skin

Scene

Physical Attributes

Battle Stats

Measurements

Length

7.14 m

Wingspan

7.03 m

Weight

519.09 kg

Genetics

Goldenrod
Petals

Goldenrod
Butterfly

Aqua
Glimmer

Hatchday

Jun 07, 2017
(6 years)

Breed

Adult
Wildclaw

Eye Type

Ice
Common

Level 25 Wildclaw

Max Level

STR

136

AGI

DEF

QCK

INT

VIT

MND

Lineage

Parents

Dionex
Cerie

Offspring

Biography

N O Z E T T E

She didn't have a hard nor greedy nature, but being raised among snakes, silver tongues and other spiders alike in House Ivar, she was from an early age smart and wise. When she wanted something, nothing could set her on a different path. The years brought patience, discernment and strenght to her stubborn nature. She learned to tell what was good from bad on House Ivar and knew she had to step up to the challenge if she wanted to rule. Greatness meant great costs.

It took years of manipulation to proof herself worthy and win favours with the House Ivar ruler and to become their military leader. Their strongest shieldmaiden. From there it was a long, stenuous path. One bribe here, a feigned attack there and she slowly gained the support of other clan members also dissatisfied with the rulling. They deemed her wiser, healthier and better suited to occupy the leadership.

In the middle of a war with a neighbooring city, Nozette and her allies finally put their plans into action. They followed her through the coup that crowned Nozette Queen, through alliances with opposing parties and through the stablishment of herself and Khelgaro as the rulling monarchs of the new clan sitting on Besart Capitol.

But House Ivar was only the beginning. Under her reign, the city organized itself to lay conquest on the chaos found on the country. To slam a hammer with thunder sounds and cold breath on the lands that would one day form the Besart Empire.

Writen by me. Edited by Mudy #280076

Nozette was raised on the court of the clan that would one day become Besart Capitol. By that time, that clan was the bigger and better organized one in the region.

While not in the line of sucession for clan leadership, Nozette learned on her own account how to deal with the decadent and power hungry members of the court. She perfected not only her courtsy, but also her warriorship, becoming a strong shieldmaiden. Thunder followed her in battle and was her favorite sound.

By Pachirisu

Headcanons by MangoLlama #344584

Unrelated, but the art that you've got for her is lovely!

Some of these are a bit based off her lore, so feel free to take them as you wish.

>>A manipulative person (dragon?) but not overly cruel; though she does tend to prioritize conquest, she puts in the effort to make life comfortable for the ones she rules over.
>>Due to the conditions she grew up in, she's learned how to tell whether or not a dragon is lying with scarily good accuracy.
>>Collects sea glass, and has a nice box in her room for them
>>Sews blankets for her familiar
>>Always maintains and keeps her claws clean especially when she's stressed

By Sofystikitty

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By Jokesclown

Kven skal synge meg
I daudsvevna slynge meg
Når eg helvegen går
Og dei spora eg trår
Er kalde så kalde

Eg songane søkte
Eg songane sende
Då den djupaste brunni
Gav meg dråpar så ramme
Av Valfaders pant

Alt veit eg Odin
Kvar du auge løynde

Battle on the hill

“Everything you did brought you to where you are now, home.”

The voices and dreams confirmed his journey.

xxx— Idiots! Pigs! How dare you leave without me! I.. I hate all of you, but you the most, Ebrilla! — Oseild's punch hit the tundra hard on his face. She shed angry tears — And you! You came back spreading fire and rage! I am one of the first shieldmaidens, yet you disappoint me by leaving me behind. Oh Gods! for long I thought you were dead and I wept nights and nights!

xxx— Oseild, enough…

Another punch. She laid a kiss on her favourite tundra, then another punch. She felt like breaking her shield on Ebrilla's head. That was her way of showing affection.

xxx— We need your help, Oseild.

***

The shieldwall between him and his conquest was a thick layer, followed by another layer of brave warriors, archers, spearmen and others; after all this, him, the leader of the north whodenied his dreams and goals. A strong ridgeback, saving his energies. Older than him.

One army under the single banner of both Nozettte and Khelgaro marched and slaughtered what stood on their way. The hill was vast in front of the mountain base, and a few kilometres up was the leader's home with the hall. He was surrounded. Khelgaro with his friends made their way to the top. Ebrilla and Oseild by his side. Toresius was just a little behind the trio. Cordelia, Isildur and others on second command. Normund with his enchanted ways of fighting terrifying the poor dragons on the battlefield.

Fighting on the hill, Vanhild, Nozette's best friend and favorite warrior as the second platoon's commander, together with Jolfriga and Nozette too The Wildclaw was slamming the sound of thunder on her enemies, trying once and for all to unite the land and bring Besart to life.
The last battle in this crazy dream. Just one more death, one more soldier, one more leader on the ground and it was soon to have an ending. Nozette was thunder blessed, but she was also mortal.

The north was the second largest force in the country. Great House Caradhras as it was know, just losing to the place where she came from, the clan she destroyed and usurped in her name. Surely Caradhras wasn’t going to be a weak opponent, but Nozette and Khelgaro had Yngverld and Vitserk, two thirds of the whole country. It had to be now, if not now then it would never happen. She didn’t rest. He didn't rest. The imperial that entered her life was fighting a battle uphill and she was fighting on the plain ground.

xxx— Don't let them go to the mountain! Keep them here! Destroy the cavalry and the left platoon!

Enemies were going out of the battle circle to reinforce the ones fighting in the mountain’s base. Their horses ran through, breaking the Queen's wall of soldiers.

Rage filled her. She rose her sword to the sky and then let it meet the ground, bringing the thunder from the All Father's domain to her feet and killing her enemies. Half of the cavalry was dead, the other half still had to face the imperial.

xxx— Jol!!! — The cobalt winged skydancer screamed covered in blood — Take the east part of the platoon and stop them! We need to keep these off!

They were afraid of what they were seeing. Even the queen’s allies were a bit afraid. Thunder was like a part of her and it was a cold thunder. Jolfriga did hesitated for a second or two, but followed the orders. The toll was becoming too steep.

***

xxx— Drop your weapons, men! — Oseild screamed.

The last thick wall of shields was alive in battle breath before the three of them. Ebrilla had his helmet cracked and a hole on his wing. Khelgaro had part of his beautiful shield broken, his tail was in improvised bandages and he had cuts on both his skin and face. Blood dripped from his armor, tracing the lines of the petals genetic on his goldenrod hide until they were as dark as the scars and bruises he earned on his conquest and no one could tell his genes and scars apart.

Oseild gave the order, but none followed. Some seemed pained in their defiance, but not all. She made the doubt and hate grow among the soldiers before them. How did they dare to do this? Turn against the Great House Caradhras in the last moment. How did she joined the crazy imperial who left the north against the leader’s order with some soldiers and ships? She had no more right here. They came forward with weapons in hands in response.

They still liked them, friends from old battles and conquests; dragons with whom they grew up with and others they met and lived with in the north. Dragons who drank and celebrated with Ebrilla, Oseild, Khelgaro and others. Alas, to Khelgaro these were dragons who defied his dreams, and mocked his beliefs. A part of his heart was torn against that brutality, while the other raged against them. It had to be done.

The northern terrain made battle difficult for those who were going against it, but the imperial and his friends were familiar with it. Oseild knew the army plans, the crevices and slopes they fought on like the palm of her hands. Instead of being pushed to the sides and suffer a fall from the heights, they centered their battle. They had a hard time breaking the batallion's formation, expanding the fight from the center of itself; but they did it. Many died, others were knocked out of fight, gave up or surrendered, but the imperial had no rest.

As Toresius arrived with more help, Khelgaro had his path clear to the hall. It was just a matter of time now. With Ebrilla and Oseild at his side, he made his way to the top. The last few soldiers met their death by their weapons while they climbed the last trail.

They stood in front of the doors of the hall and glass shattered above. A plague dragon landed near them, clumsy almost crashing in the ground. Oseild’s eyes grew in fright. The dragon ran.

xxx— Go! — she ran leaving them. The plague dragon was too fast. — Grey one please help them! — she spoke rushing by Toresius and taking flight, in pursuit of the plague dragon.

Khelgaro had no rest. Arrows flied in their direction as soon as they entered the place. The Ridgeback leader had a crooked crown on his head and commanded his archers to shoot merciless.
It was a tight battle; the hall was in dishevel in order to hold the artillery inside. What had been a place for glory and celebrations was now in a messy chaos: chairs and tables turned around, broken and tossed aside; the curtains torn apart; the fire that once warmed the citizens laid extinguished in cold embers. Nothing in that room reminded Khelgaro of the celebrations he attended after raids and wars.

xxx— They are not better than me, my lordship! — Toresius said calmly as his usual, but sure of his own skills, behind the protection they found. Ebrilla had already taken an arrow on his shoulder. Khelgaro took it off, focusing once more on the battle before him. He scoffed when his best friend bled and cursed him

xxx— Make every arrow count — he said with eyes starting to glow.

While the quiet Toresius shot with the best of his skill, Khelgaro and Ebrilla went ahead risking their lives. Some of the archers by left side died with Ebrilla’s counter attack. That battle was over for the tundra; he slashed their throats before falling with more arrows on his legs and holes on his wings.
Khelgaro lost his shield by throwing it on the last archer on the right side of the room, killing him in the next move. With only his sword left, he charged at the Ridgeback in the background.

The frigid slash welcomed him, freezing his skin and left side of the face. The Ridgeback came forward, unleashing his rage while his magic recharged for use again.

It was an intense fight, the goldenrod one made his best dodges when the ridgeback tried to hit him. Though an old dragon, the ridgeback had more energy than the tired Khelgaro, already tired from his battle uphill and from invading the north.

His flesh was cut many times without a proper shield to defend himself. His face still hurt from the frigid slash. The Sword dropped off his hand and he fell on his side as the Ridgedback hit him again.

xxx— You have already lost!

The ridgeback's broadsword met the imperial and he tried to hold it back with his bare hands. The blood came oozing when the blade started to cut him. The ridgeback was putting all of his weight against him, desiring to end that problematic and insane Imperial’s life, once and for all.

So he shone. Brightbolt, a blessing from All Light’s mother. Blinded by that pure light, the ridgeback had a moment of fright and Khelgaro’s teeth found his enemy neck as his enemy last frigid bolt found Khelgaro’s eye. The old leader was in his final moments, blood left his body as Khelgaro clenched his jaw through his own pain in the ground. His right eye was lost on the same day House Caradhras was defeated.

As the ridgeback's body laid dead, Khelgaro pushed it away, finding streght in knowing fulfillment was finally within his grasp.

xxx— Q...quick! — He spoke the best way he could.

Toresius helped Ebrilla, and after that he took the Great House Caradhras banner down and sounded the horn, signaling the leader's defeat, the army should now stop and lay weapons. The hill bellow had smoke from the battle and was a total chaos. Part of the soldiers listening to the sound of the horn laid their weapons and gave up on that mad fight, others still had their weapons in hand.
Flying from above and then through the middle of the army, the plague dragon came and craved a needle like sword on Nozette’s body midflight. For just a few centimeters it could have been her heart. The blade piercing the ice thundering Wildclaw was hot and she screamed in pain. On her fall she took that dragon's life before crashing on the ground. Khelgaro was on the ground recovering, in pain, bruised, one wing broken and with his hand protecting the bleeding lost eye. But his listening was not lost, it was a sense still working on that tired body, and he listened to it, listened to the thunder waning.

***

Toresius took him and Ebrilla to the hill. When Khelgaro reached Nozette, his body found strength he didn't know where from to take her in his arms and to the camping tent. Her valuable friends helped taking the rest of her armor off while she was in pain and delirium. Her power electrified the air in the tent. She spoke nonsense and other stuff until she finally collapsed to the pain.

xxx—DO YOUR THING! — Khelgaro grabbed Vladimir by the hoodie and pointed his sword at the guardian — Get your stuff working! If she dies you’re taking the blame!

xxx— Enough! — Ebrilla pushed the imperial against a chair. The tundra was still there, one of his anchors. He had a bottle on his other hand and was drinking it — you need help too.

xxx— Amarantes is on the other side! — Cirilla the healer entered the tent putting her bag of medicines and bottles on the bed Nozette was — Vladimir drain this now! brilla pushed the imperial against a chair. The tundra was still there, one of his anchors. He had a bottle on his other hand and was drinking it — You need help too.

Khelgaro stood up.

xxx— Get your *** back in that chair! — Ebrilla poured the bottle's content on the imperial face. He screamed in pain with the alcoholic liquid in his wounds.

xxx— Stop this mess, Ebri! — Oseild took the bottle from the tundra and quickly was between the two before that turned into a punch championship.

xxx— OFF HALF OF YOU! — Cirilla ordered — There’s too much to be done.

***

She was loved by her people. She had always put an effort to make the life of everyone in the clan comfortable. She had almost no good night of sleep since the wheel begun to spin, since she made it start to spin. Conquest was her desire. Those who followed her trusted her. They saw how the place became something better, little by little. Wrongs were done right and the whole country was being unified.
From her first great victory on Vitserk, her second great victory on Yngveldr and now from the conquest of the north. Sigvard. Conquest was her desire and she had been so close to it. How could that slip from her claws on the last moments? Could she blame him for it? Blame the many "what about the north" he said to her almost daily?

Unlike her, he was not well regarded by the people of the north. A crazy Imperial dragon, hearing unknown voices, following strange dreams hat he claimed to be sent by the Gods. Often shut from social moments due to his personality and history, only being welcomed when things went right because of him.
A fake celebration was wrong to his eyes, and many of those felt fake to him.
He went against his own homeland, so he could come back vicotrious and thrive on it. It was a plan only about him, he would do it hilmself, but nay, the wildclaw crossed his path and now the thought of conquest alone, without her was now something bitter.

xxx— If... — her throat was dry — If you tell me that the Ridgeback is alive…

He never left the side of her bed.

xxx— Nozi!

xxx— I’m glad I found someone as crazy as me to do this whole thing, but don’t call me Nozi.

Ich finde, wir beide passen perfekt zusammen

Written by me, edited by Mudy with her amazing english skills

Celebration

The two were in their own room away from the commotion, well, the rest of it, anyway, nursing their drinks. Somewhat. Most of the nursing, in fact, was done by Nozette and Nozette only. In complete disregard for upholding the norms of courtesy was Khelgaro, now on the 5th pint of the night. Another few swigs and the yellow liquid was drained once more, leaving the dregs to drip onto the table.

— If only you waged as much war in that skirmish as you do on your liver. Maybe then you wouldn't have to drink the pain away.

— Or maybe, you could've covered me like you said you would — said Khelgaro, licking off the foam gathered at the sides of his maw.

— And I did, until they cut through our ranks — she hissed in response.— Whose fault was that, hm? Favored consultee of the All-Father my tail.

— No, it's-- ah, nevermind. — He knew better than to argue with the Wildclaw, whose tongue was sharper than his by sevenfold. It was for all the better, anyway; no one could successfully argue with her. He opted instead to call for another drink, stretching his neck to see the goings-on outside.

— You're going to drink yourself to death and we'll all be better off for it,— was the only comment Nozette had when the server brought them another round of mugs. She eyed the warm yellow sloshing inside one of them then settled back on her own drink, something sparkling. Something classier than whatever he'd wasted the last five cups on.

Khelgaro let out a bitter laugh before raising the cup to his lips and letting the liquid slide down his long throat.

— We imperials hold our drinks well, you of all dragons should know. — He slammed the cup down on the table, not enough to make Nozette flinch but enough to make her eye him. Taking this opportunity, he shifted in his leathers, gingerly moving to keep the weight off his damaged left flank.

— They really did a number on you,— Nozette absentmindedly murmured; — Or maybe is it that you're getting older now?

— Old? Don't scare yourself now, — he chuckled. — You sure you're not the one drinking too much? We've years-- decades, even, to repeat this song and dance. I'm fine.

— You don't seem like it, — she said, despite her not wanting to press further on the subject.

— Oh, what's wrong with going a little easy on yourself for a while? I didn't want to make Cirilla waste her talents on me, is all. Waiter, another round, please.

Thus another round came.

— You're not one to just 'go easy,' Khelgaro.— Thus another round went down his throat. — Forget it. We've earned our keep, no need to let it go to waste quarreling over something so trivial.

— No objections here.

— Pour me another glass, will you? — She gestured to Khelgaro, who found objection with the order.

— Pour it yourself, bottle's right there. Actually, you won't do that. Call the waiter again.

The wildclaw studied her reflection in the bottle. It was the same, accounted for the distortion, as moons before, as ever, really. Unlike the imperial, who had a fresh set of new scars to show off after this. Was it justified? Was she lucky? Maybe he was right, maybe she was drinking too much. If it riled him up further, then so be it.

The waiter, a fae, tipped the bottle over and watched the contents bubble into the glass. When finished, he scurried away on a quest for another round of gin for the imperial, leaving the two alone in their own room, away from the commotion, drinking themselves young again.

Written by Coincidence #541258

Notes and others:

Valkyyriiee Said
Nozette looks fantastic! Very matchy and has a cool ID!

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