Elswyth
(#34454235)
Level 14 Skydancer
Familiar
Silky Mole
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This dragon’s natural inborn element is Nature.
Female Skydancer
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Personal Style
Apparel
Skin
Scene
Measurements
Length
3.18 m
Wingspan
6.81 m
Weight
824.76 kg
Genetics
Brown
Savannah
Savannah
Spring
Safari
Safari
Tarnish
Scales
Scales
Hatchday
Breed
Eye Type
Level 14 Skydancer
EXP: 27133 / 54161
STR
4
AGI
30
DEF
4
QCK
22
INT
50
VIT
35
MND
9
Biography
 
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Her grove is a lush paradise of pure, unaltered
nature territory, featuring a variety of rare flowers, large trees that cast enormous shadows over their visitors, and in the center is a large, clear spring. This is her chosen perch; atop a small hill just above the pond, she rests, the edges of her limbs just brushing against the water's surface, disturbing it with the lightest of touches. For many centuries she stayed in her paradise in a dormant state, but when she awoke after all that time, she realized she was lonely. The grove was always full of woodland creatures, which she protected and cared for, but she had no one to make true conversation with. Tiny sprites, displaying traits of both Wind and Nature, flit about her boughs, whispering to her with words only she can understand. |
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Elswyth - Mother of the Grove
There came a tree, from a seed planted by Gladekeeper herself when she was still a fledgling, only knowing the existence of one other being like herself; her sister. The young goddess was still seeking out her powers, discovering what she could do and experimenting with what she could create; a new type of tree, she decided, was needed. 'Flexibility, to allow it to bend and adapt to these trying times,' she thought, her mind on the fights she constantly had with her sister. 'Grace and beauty, yet strong and secure. Emotions to flow through its limbs, balance to keep it steady, and of course the nurturing nature of a mother,' Gladekeeper continued to herself as she stared into her hands, a seed forming in her palms. She smiled to herself, thankful for her ability to create life--something her sister would never understand. She felt a touch of sadness in her heart, sadness for the sister who would never love her, but felt stronger because of the sacrifices she had to make. Gladekeeper poured her love and wisdom into this tiny seed and whispered, "I expect great things from you, little one," as she buried the seed gently beneath the earth which bloomed in her presence. The destroyed clearing was healing with its true mother nearby, previously torn apart by a neverending storm that wandered over the sea to the south of these lands. The mother of the lands found herself intrigued by the strange, almost exotic plants that grew here, nothing like she'd seen back in her own lush gardens. They were not extraordinarily beautiful, only green and brown in color, shooting from the ground in tall towers, leaves decorating the stalks. She could not place a name upon these plants, but found herself wishing to know more about this place. The land hummed with life as she lay to rest in the clearing, plants flourishing in her presence. Her sister thought she had her trapped here, and she could almost see the impatient look in her eyes; but no, the mother of nature had all the patience on Sornieth to offer, as was evident by her carefully tended gardens at home, as well as by the beautiful plants that bloomed in her presence even now. The Mother left the clearing, certain that her work was done; her children thrived well even without her watching over them carefully. As flowers bloomed in the clearing, their mother long gone to nurture other corners of their world, small sprites opened their eyes, their beds unraveling themselves. Some were tempted to pull the petals back in on themselves, nervous and unsure of the world they saw before them, while others were too eager to begin flitting about, their tails decorated with the signature flower of their mother. Curiosity bloomed within them as the flowers around them did the same, waking their brothers and sisters. And yet, they felt strangely compelled to stay in this area. Their purpose was unknown, so they did what came naturally--promoting the growth of their mother's blooms. For many years, they performed their duties unbidden, needing no guidance to bring the land into a wild, overgrown, yet beautiful state. After several decades, a sprite noticed a small mound, a small, unfamiliar sproutling in place. It was not the work of those who called the grove home, and so he called his brothers and sisters over, curious about it. It did not appear to be one of the few harmful plants--"weeds," an elder sprite had once told them, bringing word from the mother herself; it seemed her sister was creating destruction that could've easily been overlooked as one of their native plants if they hadn't known better--they knew, and when they touched it, they felt their mother's presence within it. It belonged here, clearly; so they made sure it had the space it would need to thrive, and let it grow as it wished. After a few weeks, they decided they should name the plant as they had many others, and gave it a special name--Elswyth. Wildlife of all kinds had long since wandered into the gardens of the sprites; deer, birds, rodents, lizards, all manner of insects, snakes, foxes, and even a few bear and coyotes. The animals seemed aware of the nearly sacred lands they lived on, careful not to overeat in any particular area of the grove. Typically, the plant life did not complain; however, when a deer chose to graze upon a particular small plant, hardly larger than a sapling, it got quite a scare when the plant itself stared back while it chewed on one of its leaves. Elswyth's eyes had a playful sparkle in them though, so while the deer ran off when she wiggled her limbs in a stretch, there was no threat. She blinked slowly, stretching her limbs above her head; a lazy smile graced her lips as she looked at the world for the first time. The land was odd; while she was surrounded by a lush garden, she could see strange, tall, plain plants in the distance. And yet, all of this was beautiful to her. Her eyes scanned the land for a few moments, taking in the creatures around her, and after some time, tiny flying creatures flit about her, playing in her small branches, diving between the leaves. She noticed they were mostly green, with bright pink at their ends. She felt curious and full of energy, but she could not fly about and play with them. Instead, she wiggled her limbs, the leaves gently fluttering in the breeze. The small creatures seemed delighted by this, some stopping to perch along a branch. "We did not anticipate you being alive in such a way, young mother!" one commented, its voice soft. "Our mother is brilliant, creating life in even more ways than we knew!" another exclaimed, others nodding in agreement with bright smiles decorating their tiny faces. She smiled, delighted to be around such happy company. A white bird flew over her, dropping a single white feather at her base. The tiny beings, who introduced themselves collectively as the sprites, seemed pleased with this. "Your purpose here is greater than we could ever know, young mother," one told her. Time went on peacefully, allowing all in the grove to flourish and grow with their full potential in mind. Elswyth grew with everything around her, though she progressed much slower than a normal tree, or any plant the Gladekeeper had created. Patience came naturally to her, for she saw no need to rush. The sprites entertained her with stories of the world, telling tall tales she had a hard time believeing of many other deities who could rival their mother in strength, and the tall pillar they created together to protect the world. She wanted to scoff, but her eyes continued to be drawn to the pillar over the years, curiosity making her wonder if these stories were true. When the sprites weren't telling her stories, she got them from the animals she watched over; they didn't necessarily speak her language, but she understood them regardless. She openly gave each creature her full attention, and became quite popular with those who lived in the grove, many vying to have her attentions for stories and more. They viewed her as a lesser goddess, living in the shadow of their true mother who hardly had time for them these days; but the shadow kept her cool, and Elswyth was glad to have come from one such as their nature mother. Her boughs shook with laughter at the animal's antics, as many came to entertain her and run through her limbs themselves as she grew. She watched the land around her change over the time she stood there, and eventually something new came to be in her grove. "What is this?" she asked of the sprites, curiosity in her eyes. A puddle of water was forming just below the hill she was perched upon, though it was not raining. The sprites were a bit confused as well, though. She closed her eyes, feeling with her roots and being, and discovered an underground spring was feeding the small puddle at her feet. The world continued to amaze her through the ages. The grove blossomed under her care, problems being very rare to pass through her home. By the time she was considered mature by the sprites--that is, the typical height to identify an adult tree, despite her continuing to grow--Elswyth felt very pleased, and she could see much farther across the land of Sornieth than when she started. She had watched countless generations grow within her home, from birth to death. She was saddened by anyone who passed on regardless of how personally she knew them, and as such shed tears for each loss that happened in the grove. These tears allowed the future generations--plants or animals--to thrive, nourished by their mother's passion and love for them. Those in her grove were hers to protect and care for, and she promised she would do so until the day she died. Elswyth felt something strange in the air; she couldn't figure out what it was, but it was uncomfortable, almost... She pondered what it could be, noticing the animals seemed nervous as well. The sprites who were usually flitting about at this time were still, many perched in her boughs, as if they didn't have the energy to fly around for once. She closed her eyes, focusing with her roots--and very faintly, she could feel an energy thrumming within the earth itself, though it was difficult to pinpoint where it was coming from. Naturally, her eyes focused on the pillar in the distance. Yet, nothing seemed out of place. This feeling, nearly paranoia, refused to leave her alone. It wasn't until well after the sun had set that she noticed it--a faint pink glow atop the pillar. "What...?" she wondered, bewildered, "Is someone up there?" The sky got darker, the stars disappearing one by one, and then suddenly whole groups started going missing. The animals in the clearing were terrified, but Elswyth drew them near, hugging them with her branches and promising nothing would come to harm them. She soothed their worries and fears, and while no one could particularly relax, panicking wouldn't help anything, either. A deafening noise reached their ears suddenly; like something delicate shattering, but amplified to a degree that almost made their ears bleed. Young ones in the clearing cried out in terror, and even Elswyth couldn't keep everyone calm. Some fled for their lives, some huddled up around her trunk, and others hid, whether it was in her boughs or around the clearing. Giant chunks of rock flew in every direction from the pillar--which seemed to be the source of the deafening noise--and black goop dripped from the sky, falling to the ground in sickening splats. Not far from her clearing, a chunk of the pillar landed, glowing with a faint green color. It almost seemed to match the natural plants that were here when she first awoke, those outside her grove. Simultaneously, a strong, swirling storm blew in from the southern side of the land, and Elswyth could do little but watch as her beloved home was torn apart, her friends fleeing the area when they saw the storm incoming. Only the youngest were forced to stay behind, and Elswyth collected them close to her, protecting them as best as she could from the screaming winds. After what felt like an eternity, everything was suddenly very calm. Too calm. She risked a glance up, and found herself completely surrounded on all sides by the swirling storm. The young creatures in her grasp stared up at her in fear. How could she protect them? "Please!" she cried to the sky, which was so mockingly clear aside from the strange, swirling tempest she found herself in. "Please, stop!" she begged with all her soul, clutching onto the small family she had left. And the storm answered, staying right where it was around her, effectively stranding her. She could no longer see Sornieth, only the bleak grey walls of the storm she was in. She refused to let the young ones down yet, fearing the storm would continue on as it had. But it seemed to be content with staying where it was, and while she was thankful, she was now separated from everything she'd ever known, and the young ones in her care seemed to share the sentiment. What could she do now but attempt to rebuild all that had been lost? Only a few of the sprites who had practically raised her remained; but their bright smiles reassured her, putting her heart at ease. "Nature works in strange ways, but never abandons those who care for her," one told her, though worry shone in its eyes. Without a connection to the Mother, it was hard to tell what would happen... |
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