Vetr
(#34746643)
Winter is here to stay.
Familiar
Frost Delver
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Energy: 49/50
This dragon’s natural inborn element is Ice.
Female Banescale
This dragon is an ancient breed.
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Personal Style
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Skin
Scene
Measurements
Length
6.29 m
Wingspan
6.1 m
Weight
817.51 kg
Genetics
Orca
Cinder (Banescale)
Cinder (Banescale)
Orca
Blaze (Banescale)
Blaze (Banescale)
Ice
Flameforger (Banescale)
Flameforger (Banescale)
Hatchday
Breed
Eye Type
Level 1 Banescale
EXP: 0 / 245
STR
6
AGI
6
DEF
6
QCK
5
INT
8
VIT
8
MND
6
Biography
Thanks to Glitterpaws (and some fiendishly fervent flu symptoms) I am now in the possession of the (current) oldest Banescale with these colours. Why? Because there's no G1s
I mean, I've wanted a cinder/blaze dragon other than an Aether since the genes were released parallel. I was going to go for a modern breed but I don't have a female pose Banescale yet so...yea this'll work. The tert is PERFECT for the new Flameforger 2023 gene too :D
TLDR: Sick monkey brain go brr, Ice Wyvern gud. Original name: Valera. They are a Wing Walker like the dragons from The Elder Scrolls: Skyrim. They would be Odsotyolos (‘Snow White Flame’) in Thu’um.
  
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VEH-TRR THE GREAT ICE WYVERN:
Fury of the Frozen Skies & Bringer of Baneful Blizzards
"...When flames ignite on frozen wings, they bring to life infernal things..."
Fury of the Frozen Skies & Bringer of Baneful Blizzards
"...When flames ignite on frozen wings, they bring to life infernal things..."
It is a blustery night. The sky is dense with heavy winter clouds that send flurries of snow rushing towards the earth. However, a break in the grey allows the crescent moon to be visible in the blur. It hangs like a giant earring- luminous, flashy and surrounded by the ornamental studs of distant stars. Not too far away, a wintery hide camouflages a large figure against the sparse terrain. Bits of black, blue and green spatter an otherwise pale pelt, an illusion of the winter heath. As it draws closer, an icy fire ignites the skin with anticipation, spreading from nose to tail. Flickering in the blizzard, the ghostly coloured creature blazes cruel and fierce like a demonic phantom. Wicked horns curve out of a thick skull, framed by equally wicked spines running the length of an imposing backbone.
Even damnable things can be beautiful. Wings alight in the cool breeze, touching the ground and folding gracefully like a closed fan. A pair of claws, muffled by the soft crunch of snow and the whirling of the wind, move in tandem with dextrous small digits on the edges of the wings. Their steps are taken elegantly, deliberately stalking along in a way that is almost human. A serpentine tongue flicks, tasting the air and moistening a maw full of sharp teeth. Violet eyes shine brightly, sweeping across the landscape in a well practiced scanning motion. The clock of mortality begins to tick for any unsuspecting prey caught in that gaze. By the time they hear the thrum of thunder and see the white hot light building in that barbaric throat, it is already too late.
A conduit of the cold season, very few have seen this mighty force of nature and lived to tell the tale. Those that do report feeling a breath, frostier than the frozen hell around them, that makes their neck hairs stand on end. A dark shadow looms over them, causing them to freeze in place momentarily. Taking in the creature is equal parts terrifying and awe inspiring. It is almost surreal. For a split second, there is only silence. But it is the roar that gets them. It splinters the atmosphere into fragments, a hollow and piercing cry of broken peace that punctures the mind with a million shards of glass. Like a river breaking underfoot, it rapidly shatters the resolve in those that have yet to run.
And run one must, if they still have breath in their lungs and blood pumping through their veins. For though ice is bitterly cold, it marks the flesh with a fiery bite. If one doesn't make haste, if they hesitate for even a second...they will never feel warm again.
Even damnable things can be beautiful. Wings alight in the cool breeze, touching the ground and folding gracefully like a closed fan. A pair of claws, muffled by the soft crunch of snow and the whirling of the wind, move in tandem with dextrous small digits on the edges of the wings. Their steps are taken elegantly, deliberately stalking along in a way that is almost human. A serpentine tongue flicks, tasting the air and moistening a maw full of sharp teeth. Violet eyes shine brightly, sweeping across the landscape in a well practiced scanning motion. The clock of mortality begins to tick for any unsuspecting prey caught in that gaze. By the time they hear the thrum of thunder and see the white hot light building in that barbaric throat, it is already too late.
A conduit of the cold season, very few have seen this mighty force of nature and lived to tell the tale. Those that do report feeling a breath, frostier than the frozen hell around them, that makes their neck hairs stand on end. A dark shadow looms over them, causing them to freeze in place momentarily. Taking in the creature is equal parts terrifying and awe inspiring. It is almost surreal. For a split second, there is only silence. But it is the roar that gets them. It splinters the atmosphere into fragments, a hollow and piercing cry of broken peace that punctures the mind with a million shards of glass. Like a river breaking underfoot, it rapidly shatters the resolve in those that have yet to run.
And run one must, if they still have breath in their lungs and blood pumping through their veins. For though ice is bitterly cold, it marks the flesh with a fiery bite. If one doesn't make haste, if they hesitate for even a second...they will never feel warm again.
ORIGINAL LOOK: IMPERIAL: Metallic, Alloy, Glimmer w/Common
COMPLETED: 1st September 2023 Banescale acquired
COMPLETED: 1st September 2023 Banescale acquired
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In Norse mythology, Sumarr (Old Norse: [ˈsumɑrː], "Summer") and Vetr ([ˈwetz̠], "Winter") are personified seasons. Sumarr and Vetr, personified, are attested in the Poetic Edda, compiled in the 13th century from earlier traditional sources, and the Prose Edda, written in the 13th century by Snorri Sturluson. In both, the two are given genealogies, while in the Prose Edda the two figure into a number of kennings used by various skalds. POETIC EDDA In the stanza 26 of the Poetic Edda poem Vafþrúðnismál, the god Odin (disguised as "Gagnráðr") asks the jötunn Vafþrúðnir from where warm Sumarr and Vetr come from, stating that they arrived "first among the Wise powers". In stanza 27, Vafþrúðnir responds: |
"Wind-cool [Vindsvalr] he is called, Winter's [Vetr's] father,
and Mild-One [Svásuðr], the father of Summer [Sumarr]."
and Mild-One [Svásuðr], the father of Summer [Sumarr]."
The second half of this stanza is missing from early manuscripts, but some later manuscripts feature the addition of this bit:
"And both of these shall ever be
Till the gods to destruction go."
Till the gods to destruction go."
PROSE EDDA
In chapter 19 of the Prose Edda book Gylfaginning, Gangleri (king Gylfi in disguise) asks why there's an evident difference between summer and winter. The enthroned figure of High responds, and (after scolding him for asking a question everyone knows the answer to) states that the father of Sumarr is Svásuðr, who is quite pleasant, while the father of Vetr is referred to as Vindsvalr or, alternately, Vindljóni, and that Vetr derives his countenance from his ancestors, as they are "cruel and cold-hearted kinsmen".
Sumarr and Vetr are additionally personified in the Prose Edda book Skáldskaparmál, where they are referred to in kennings. Kennings for Sumarr are given in chapter 30, including "son of Svásuðr", "comfort of the snakes", "growth of men", exemplified in an excerpt given from a work by the skald Egill Skallagrímsson where "Valley-fish's mercy" points to "Snake's mercy", which signifies "Summer". Kennings are given for Vetr in chapter 26; "Son of Vindsvalr", "snake's death", and "storm season". Excerpts of works by the skalds Ormr Steinþórsson (who uses the kenning "Vindsvalr's son") and Ásgrímr (who employs the kenning "snake woe") are then given as examples. Both Sumarr and Vetr are given as terms for "times" in chapter 63.
(Wikipedia)
ORIGINAL BIO CONTENTS
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o7s in chat for the Imperial she would've been had I not turned her into a flaming frost chicken ;v;>
o7s in chat for the Imperial she would've been had I not turned her into a flaming frost chicken ;v;>
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