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Kaldkjaerlighet

(#36350467)

Level 1 Skydancer

Familiar

Ball-Jointed Bogsneak

Energy: 0/50

Personal Style

Apparel

Skin

Scene

Physical Attributes

Battle Stats

Measurements

Length

5.37 m

Wingspan

6.47 m

Weight

618.54 kg

Genetics

Obsidian
Skink

Obsidian
Basic

Driftwood
Opal

Hatchday

Oct 02, 2017
(6 years)

Breed

Adult
Skydancer

Eye Type

Shadow
Common

Level 1 Skydancer

EXP: 0 / 245

STR

AGI

DEF

QCK

INT

VIT

MND

Lineage

Parents

Oryx
Maeve

Offspring

Biography

K A L D K J A E R L I G H E T
W H I T ExxK N I F E

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"Make sure they know pain, and make sure that they know fear."
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The sentry looked out over the edge of his tiny, tiny world from above. Wind buffeted the parapet upon which he stood as the trees parted below him. In his realm, he was judge, jury, and executioner.
The wind shifted, allowing him to see between the trees below him. The small creatures that darted between the branches and ran from the cold, cutting wind were like small black spots of paint on the snow. They weren't audible from the parapet. Nothing could be heard except the howling wind and the endless rumble of the snow bombarding the walls.

The wind shifted. The trees tilted in the other direction, and he could see his target. He lifted the bow and fired at the deer. It fell soundlessly. He had no intention of retrieving it's corpse. Maybe one of the lesser folk would find it, maybe it would be eaten by the other creatures that stalked the wood. This did not matter to him, of course. He decided what lived and died in these woods. The wind howled. It was coming directly at him now, and the other sentries had shifted themselves so the wind wasn't hitting them head on, so that the snow wouldn't blind them. He stared into the storm, demanding something of it. The others ducked their heads underneath their wings, crouching to avoid the harsh wind and stinging snow. He squinted on, into the ice. The particles were mixing together, swirling around each other and blotting out the view of the forest below. The sky stretched on in an endless, white blur.
The others were crouching behind the stone edges of their watchposts, holding their wings in to avoid frostbite or getting whipped away by the wind. They ducked down, eyes focused on the woods, silently standing watch like serpentine gargoyles. He stared on. The wind and snow stung his face, and he owed the world nothing. He was the king, he was inside the stronghold instead of outside and lording over the realm instead of his patch of woods. A shadow moved through the snow. The wind gusted. He blinked against the ice flying in his face. He would curse the sky and the snow and every part of this stronghold once he was in charge.
The wind slowed and he dared open his eyes again.

The snow slowed at the mage's will, shrouding him in a sheet of dull white as he dove forwards. The Snow and the Sorcerer. They were one. The other archers saw him, ducked down. Wise of them. The wind arced around his wings and carried him to the edge of the stronghold. The only visible dragon was standing like a statue, their eyes squinted and body facing into the wind.
Overconfident.
He dove immediately, the wind carrying him swiftly to his target. The other sentries were definitely aiming at him now, for he was fully visible and angling downward towards his target.
Be nonchalant about it. You belong here.
He began a slower descent, circling like a vulture as the snow parted in front of him and the wind propelled him from behind. One glance towards the other parapets told him that his assumptions were right. The archers were aiming at him. They were fully equipped to take down any threat, and with their bows, they were nearly as dangerous as he was.
Nearly.
The mage dove. Ice and wind spiraled to either side of him as he shot downwards at the sentry. Arrows shot at him from both sides, the archer-sentries still deadly quiet as they fired. He called upon wind and knocked them away faster than they could fire them. He wasn't going to give up his only way into the stronghold.
He was feet away from his target. Arrows whizzed past his head as he dove lower and lower. The snow parted once again, giving him a perfect, clear view of the arrogant sentry. He folded his wings, stilled the air around him, and dropped.

The world exploded into jagged shards of shadowed glass, black and white and grey and blue.

I N V E N T O R Y

purchased w lore from : @midlight (i think)

Art:

owlstar7

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