Nike
(#33824091)
Level 1 Wildclaw
Familiar
Shy Bagwitch
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This dragon’s natural inborn element is Ice.
Female Wildclaw
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Personal Style
Apparel
Skin
Scene
Measurements
Length
5.11 m
Wingspan
6.01 m
Weight
493 kg
Genetics
Orca
Cherub
Cherub
Smoke
Shimmer
Shimmer
Dust
Runes
Runes
Hatchday
Breed
Eye Type
Level 1 Wildclaw
EXP: 0 / 245
STR
8
AGI
9
DEF
6
QCK
5
INT
5
VIT
6
MND
6
Biography
 N I K E
PRINCESS OF FAERIE
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“What will we do?” Nike remembers the voices speaking in hushed whispers overhead. She was too young at the time to understand what they said, but she still chirped in response; hoping they would bring her food. “Certainly she can’t stay here, the Court will find a way to take her from us”. Where was the food? Nike begged more loudly, perhaps this time they would hear her. “Then I suppose we have no other option. . .” Nike’s arrival in Ferweh was as enigmatic as the Wildclaw herself. She simply appeared one day; swaddled in a thick cloth and left on the temple steps. The city’s guards insisted that no one had slipped past them during the night. Surely, however, the hatchling had come from somewhere. There was also a book wrapped up with her, but its pages were sealed with magic and none could glimpse the story it told. Athena found the hatchling on the steps leading up to the temple and took her in. Under the Imperial’s watch, Nike grew to become a bold and headstrong young dragon who was as stubborn as she was intelligent. In combat, the Wildclaw devised clever tactics to fell dragons several times her size and even Athena found herself loosing spars from time to time. What Nike enjoyed most, however, was the temple’s library. She spent hours reading through books and manuscripts, always eager to learn something new. There was one book, however, that she could never open; a tome engraved with the Stormcatcher’s sigil and a single word printed in faded gold lettering on the spine, “Arkania”. “What is this book?” Nike asked Athena one day, “and why can’t I open it?” The Imperial sighed, “I suppose that book belongs to you. It came here with you but no one has been able to break whatever enchantment binds it closed. Keep it. Perhaps you will have better luck”. The Wildclaw smiled as she stared down at the worn cover. She was always up for a challenge. After months of trying to open the book, Nike growled in frustration. The pages remained fused shut and as more time passed, Nike forgot about the tome completely. She continued her training as a priestess of the temple and left the book to collect dust. Nike didn’t think about it again until after a visitor came to the temple; a Pearlcatcher entwined in rose brambles. When he saw the Wildclaw, Coheed smiled, “do you wish to remember?” he asked. “Remember what?” Nike didn’t think there was anything she had forgotten. The Pearlcatcher pulled a rose free from the tangle of vines adorning his wings and passed it to the young Wildclaw. “Just in case,” he said with a wink. Nike didn’t think the rose had any effect, but several nights after Coheed’s visit she began having strange dreams. Most of the dreams involved snippets of overheard conversation between two voices that seemed oddly familiar although the Wildclaw couldn’t place where she had heard them before. “She’s a faerie, you know she’ll find her way back to us. How will we protect her then?” The other voice let out a sigh, “I know Viktor. We just need more time. . .” Still stranger than the dreams was the dancing. Nike found herself pivoting and twirling about her chambers one day and abruptly stopped when she realized what she was doing. A horrified look came across her face, she didn’t dance. When she also began to catch herself singing, Nike worried that something was terribly wrong. Dancing? Singing? Athena had tried to teach the Wildclaw these things too, but Nike always found ways to evade the lessons and the Imperial had given up on trying years ago. As time wore on, Nike found it more and more difficult to control the urge to sing and dance. One day, the Wildclaw simply let herself go, her form gliding gracefully across the stone floor and her voice filling the air with the melody of faerie song. This time, she didn’t stop herself and the first thing she heard when the echo of her own voice faded from her ears was the rustling of paper. Nike glanced around her chambers before focusing on the dusty tome that now sat open; its weathered pages turning gently in the wind. “My brother and I were born in the Tempest Spire. I was the mischievous one who dragged us off on adventures that inevitably got us into trouble. He always took the blame from our parents though. Perhaps if I had tried harder back then, things wouldn’t have ended up the way they are now. . .” What was this? Nike squinted at the first page of the tome in confusion as she read what appeared to be some kind of biography. She decided to keep reading about this dragon, someone called Arkania. “I suspected that my brother found a way to make the clan believe whatever he told them. . . there was even a time when I didn’t remember he existed because he told us that he never did. But, of course, he could never erase his presence completely. I began to remember, and that’s why I began to search”. The majority of the book consisted of detailed stories about all the adventures Arkania and her brother had when they were young and all of the places she visited on her search as an adult. But the ending. . was chilling to say the least. “I came across a dragon one day who seemed to know what I meant when I asked about a dance that could make you believe anything the dancer told you. She was an Imperial with scales that shimmered with a pearlescent sheen and glowed slightly as if she were imbued with moonlight. I didn’t know at the time the price I would pay for the information she promised, especially information so unbelievable. She said that my brother was a faerie, but surely faeries don’t exist. . .” Nike closed the book. Why this book and why was it kept sealed for so many years? Was it possible that she too was a faerie? She had read enough books to know that the elusive creatures once taught all of dragon-kind how to dance before they vanished and began hiding themselves where few mortals dared to venture. Nike sighed, picking up the book only for a golden envelope to fall from its pages. The Wildclaw broke open the wax seal and began reading what was printed on the parchment. “Greetings Nike, it is on behalf of the Cathedral of Eyes that we extend this invitation”. How could they have known her name? There was also a set of coordinates along with a date and time. . . today? But it was five minutes ago and the venue appeared to be in the Sunbeam Ruins. There was no way she could make it there in ti- wait. Nike squinted at the parchment as the numbers appeared to blur and fade until the coordinates and date were no longer legible on the page. Several moments passed before a new date and time along with new coordinates re-appeared at the bottom of the letter. The night after the book opened, Nike remembered something else in her dreams. It was those voices again, whispering above her as they always did in her memories. “We have to give her up. I can’t let what happened to Arkania happen again.” There was a pause before the other voice spoke. “Do you think she’ll ever forgive us?” Nike checked the golden letter compulsively over the next several weeks, watching as the time and date on the invitation changed until finally she found a day that she could slip away from her temple duties. Then, the Wildclaw vanished for a time. When she re-appeared, she wasn’t the same dragon who had left. She was more mature and seemed. . . content for the first time in her life. “What happened?” Athena asked. “I met my parents, I helped fell a corrupt hierarchy.” The Imperial raised an eyebrow. “Hm, and did you ever forgive them?” Nike smiled, “yes, I suppose I have”. “Then why are you back here and not with your family?” Nike only laughed, “you are my family.” Nike was a changeling, a faerie hatchling raised among mortals. On some nights, she would share her dance with anyone who cared to watch. It was enchanting. After all, it was said that the dances of faeries were spells in disguise. But Nike’s dance only brought a sense of serenity and joy to those who witnessed it. She remained in the temple with Athena as a priestess and she saw the corruption that coursed through the Empire around her. She thought about how perhaps someday this corrupt Empire too would fall.
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