Pan
(#36803133)
Level 1 Skydancer
Familiar
Swamp Wolf
Click or tap to view this dragon in Predict Morphology.
Energy: 48/50
This dragon’s natural inborn element is Plague.
Male Skydancer
Expand the dragon details section.
Collapse the dragon details section.
Personal Style
Apparel
Skin
Scene
Measurements
Length
3.61 m
Wingspan
5.82 m
Weight
413.25 kg
Genetics
Oilslick
Skink
Skink
Shamrock
Facet
Facet
Grapefruit
Runes
Runes
Hatchday
Breed
Eye Type
Level 1 Skydancer
EXP: 0 / 245
STR
4
AGI
5
DEF
4
QCK
9
INT
9
VIT
4
MND
9
Biography
|
xxxx
  xxxxxx
|
Pan
Druid | Healer |
xxxxxx
 
|
|
Stares I can see the aversion in their eyes whenever they look at me. They stare at me, some anxiously, some deprecatingly and some full of hatred. I have always been an outsider, but the recent events have made it worse. The truce has ended. We are at war again. And I was born on the wrong side. No need to pull the cowl over my gleaming red eyes, they know who I am. The stranger. The one with powers which shouldn’t be his, a stolen birthright. The druid from the Scarred Wasteland. The enemy. 
I hate how they stare at me. But I can’t always stay in the tranquil grove I call home. We druids serve our Clan, offer our services to those in need. That is the price I payed to stay here, to be accepted into my Clan, deep in the Shrieking Wilds. The constrictions of the quarantine zone in the Plaguelands would have killed me eventually. I know that, and yet I wonder how this different life would have been. But it’s too late. I made my decision long ago. There is no way back for me. And honestly, I don’t want to go back. Because in that abhorrent land of pestilence, I was an outcast, too. What a cruel joke my existence is. I sometimes wonder what I did wrong in my previous lives to deserve such a trial. But maybe the gods are just indifferent and don’t care.
Finally, I am near the place I was called to. An ancient tree, with a hollow trunk and alcoves high in its canopy. I can smell the sickness in the air. That’s never a good sign. But they only call me when others already failed to help. So, I’m often too late to save the sick one from death’s grip. It’s a shame. If there is anything I’m good at, it’s at recognizing and battling sickness and pestilence. But even I can’t perform miracles.
A pale-looking Pearlcatcher is waiting on the doorstep, she clasps her hands in silent desperation. When she sees me, there is a glimmer of hope in her eyes. I don’t even know her name, but of course she knows who I am and beckons me inside. The smell of sickness becomes stronger. A small, frail hatchling is lying on a bed near the entrance. His eyes are staring unfocused at the ceiling, his feverish skin is pale and sweaty. He is murmuring indistinctly under his breath. I swallow hard. So young … That doesn’t look good. I turn around to face the mother, she smiles at me. There is no hatred in her eyes, only desperation and a glimmer of hope. I clench my fists and force myself to smile back, hoping for a miracle. |
|
Information Name // Pan Role // Druid / Healer Personality // Pan is rather reclusive and a loner. Born a druid in the heart of the Scarred Wasteland, he was forced to live in the small quarantine zone on his Clan’s territory. The pestilence and sickness that surrounded him weakened him and he wasn’t as resilient as the rest of his family to the constant onslaught of viruses and bacteria. But the constrictions of the safe quarantine zone became unbearable. So little space, only a few square miles and a few trees and shrubs. The confinement made him restless and sour. To his Clan, he was a curiosity. They frowned upon his abilities which were so obviously a blessing from the Gladekeeper and not the Filthy One. Eventually, he decided that he’d either be driven mad here and die, or he’d have to leave. Pan decided to do the latter. He journeyed to the Viridian Labyrinth. Here, he was frowned upon, too. A Druid from the Plaguelands, such a thing shouldn’t happen. But he was talented and powerful and eventually begrudgingly accepted by his fellow nature druids. Friends: Pan doesn’t have many friends. He likes to keep to himself, others respect that. But he isn’t without any friends that care about him. The herbalist Kieran and scout Honeysuckle often visit his remote grove. Though some fear him because of his birth flight, he isn’t as hated as he thinks. Mate: None at the moment Familiar // Gremlin -- Role of familiar // The Goldfin River Flight is the complete opposite of Pan, outgoing, feisty and playful. Gremlin makes him smile, a sight rarely seen by other dragons. Pan loves the carefree attitude of his little companion. |
|
Click or tap a food type to individually feed this dragon only. The other dragons in your lair will not have their energy replenished.
Feed this dragon Insects.
This dragon doesn't eat Meat.
This dragon doesn't eat Seafood.
Feed this dragon Plants.
You can share this dragon on the forums by either copying the browser URL manually, or using bbcode!
Exalting Pan to the service of the Gladekeeper will remove them from your lair forever. They will leave behind a small sum of riches that they have accumulated. This action is irreversible.
Do you wish to continue?
- Names must be longer than 2 characters.
- Names must be no longer than 16 characters.
- Names can only contain letters.
- Names must be no longer than 16 characters.
- Names can only contain letters.