Eira
(#37279853)
Level 25 Fae
Elysia
Dark-Tufted Sparrowmouse
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Energy: 47/50
This dragon’s natural inborn element is Wind.
Female Fae
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Personal Style
Apparel
Skin
Scene
Measurements
Length
1 m
Wingspan
1.14 m
Weight
1.66 kg
Genetics
Steel
Jaguar
Jaguar
Lavender
Stripes
Stripes
Crimson
Basic
Basic
Hatchday
Breed
Eye Type
Level 25 Fae
Max Level
STR
119
AGI
8
DEF
5
QCK
69
INT
5
VIT
19
MND
5
Biography
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EIRA SHE/HER - LEADER - FOUNDER - STORYTELLER | MATE [ATTO] |
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While not an intimidating figure Eira is a deeply respected leader to the members of the Wayfarer clan. She is patient and compassionate but still holds a strong adventurous and has a slightly chaotic streak. Eira's Story The Copper Prince A fairytale-like fable of a young toymaker who replaces his heart with one made of cogs and gears |
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Reached LVL25 15/02/21
  
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The Copper Prince
There once was a toymaker’s apprentice, who mastered his craft as no other had. He quickly surpassed his teacher, and soon took over the shop. Despite his youth, the toymaker thrived, making a name for himself in a matter of months. Nobles and great lords commissioned his work, gifting his extravagant toys and treasures to the wealthy’s children. But even with his success and wealth and good fortune, the toymaker felt his life was lacking something. Around that same time, a flower shop opened across the way, a fine young lass of twenty peddling her roses and petunias to passersby. The toymaker decided she was the thing he was missing, and pursued her relentlessly. When his initial attempts to woo her failed, he resorted to what he knew best: making toys. The next day, the toymaker spent all his time working on a china doll, with rose-painted lips and skin like milk. When the sun fell and the working day came to an end, he waited on his beloved’s doorstep. The moment she left the shop, the toymaker extended his offering, only to have her turn him away. “Your doll of china and rosy lips and milky skin may shine brighter than the pale moon above us, but your heart is still as black as coal,” she told him. The toymaker returned to his home, lying awake all night as he pondered the lass’ words. By the time the sun rose the next day, his resolve to win the girl’s heart had only strengthened; newly inspired, he returned to his work, this time determined to make a gift worthy of the beauty across the way. When the sun fell and the working day came to an end, the toymaker waited on the flower vendor’s step, this time holding a triple-masted model ship, with billowing sails and fifty, glimmering cannons adorning its carved sides. Yet again, the flower girl turned him away. “Your ship of billowing sails and towering masts and glimmering guns may be as regal as the queen’s navy, but there is no love in your heart,” she told him. “If there is no love in my heart, then how can it ache so when she refuses me?” the toymaker bemoaned in the midst of the empty street. He returned to his shop, unable to sleep with the terrible pain in his chest. But he refused to give up now, and once more, he worked all day and all night to complete his gift for his true love. His fingers bled and his eyes grew weary from no sleep, no rest, no food or drink; he was consumed by his love for the girl, and could find no usefulness in such things when she was not beside him. He poured all he had into his final gift: a gilded music box with a beautiful ballerina who danced on feet as dainty as flower petals, twirling and swaying to the melodic music of the piano. That evening, as the stars began to dot the night sky, he waited upon her doorstep, his shoulders caved and his knees shaking with exhaustion. The girl arrived before him, and he held the music box in his hands as if it were his very soul. But there was no love for him in the girl’s eyes, and he felt his heart shatter like glass on the pavement. “Your box of beautiful ballerinas and gilded sculpture and melodic music may bring God himself to tears, but your heart is as empty and dark and selfish as the Prince of Hell’s,” she told him, turning and leaving the inconsolable toymaker on her doorstep. The toymaker dragged himself to his shop, unable to make it all the way back to his home. He sat at his work table, and found all his riches gone, for he had spent all his time working on gifts for the girl across the way rather than at his job. His reputation was ruined, for he had never completed the many commissions lined up from lords and ladies and gentlemen alike. His luck had run out, and all he was left with were the tools of an apprentice and a broken heart. His pain was so much, that he resolved to never feel again. The toymaker toiled all night to complete one final project. He took apart each of his rejected gifts for the lass he had loved, and fashioned the porcelain of the doll and carved wood of the ship and the gilded gears of the music box into a ticking, copper heart, which he placed in his chest where his heart of flesh once beat. His cold, dead heart he hid in the hollow remains of the music box in the corner of his workshop, never to be looked at again,. His new copper heart remained steady as a drum and twice as unfeeling, his anguish and sorrow gone for good. The toymaker rose from his seat and fetched his tools, and once again began to work. He never slept nor rested, nor ate nor drank; he never felt, and he never loved. He spent each ticking moment of his day fashioning and making his toys, and he never saw the lass again. She would go on to marry and have children and grandchildren, but the toymaker would forever remain the Copper Prince, alone and unfeeling for all eternity.
Written by panakaatthedisco
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