Asariel
(#37599837)
Level 9 Pearlcatcher
Familiar
Shining Cancer
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Energy: 0/50
This dragon’s natural inborn element is Light.
Male Pearlcatcher
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Personal Style
Apparel
Skin
Scene
Measurements
Length
7.51 m
Wingspan
3.75 m
Weight
392.06 kg
Genetics
Obsidian
Basic
Basic
Gold
Safari
Safari
Buttercup
Runes
Runes
Hatchday
Breed
Eye Type
Level 9 Pearlcatcher
EXP: 1169 / 21526
STR
6
AGI
6
DEF
6
QCK
7
INT
7
VIT
6
MND
7
Biography
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Asariel’s doing his morning meditation on the edge of the rock face just outside his cave, high above the rest of Sornieth, the wind whistling in his ears. To a tired warrior like him, there’s nothing more peaceful than uninterrupted solitude; up here, on the edge of the mountain, Asariel can feel the tantalising rush of danger without needing to be on the battlefield. A high-pitched chirp brings Asariel out of his silent, contemplative state. He opens his eyes to see his familiar returning from its morning hunt, the small body of a dead rat hanging from its beak. | _____ |
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Asariel smiles at the bird as it lands beside him gingerly, laying down the catch and tilting its head at him, as if to say Do you want some? “I’m fine, thank you,” he says quietly, and turns back to face the wind. It whips around him, raking its cold claws through his wings, making Asariel itch to fly. Still, he presses his claws firmly into the rock, and remains where he is. The last time he flew, it was to scout an enemy base, and the last time he’d scouted an enemy base, it had ended in him being sent to the centre of the bloodbath because he’d predicted the amount of food they had in their storage wrongly. Such a simple mistake. For a dragon with future sight as potent as his, it was a child’s mistake, a disgrace. A mistake so disgustingly fatal that he’d been forced out of doing what he did best, and instead-- “I don’t know why I didn’t resist,” he croaks, voice hoarse from pain. “I didn’t say a thing. I just let my parents take away my future, mould me into something they wanted me to become. I just let myself become this.” The bird beside him nuzzles at him, chirping softly. Asariel gives his familiar a watery smile, reaching over to pull it closer. Soft and warm things have always been his catharsis. “Thank you,” he whispers. The bird just snuggles closer, poking him gently with its beak. Don’t cry, it seemed to say. Asariel just chokes out a broken laugh. How could he hold back his tears? His parents had done their job well; had made him study and study, taken away the living part of him. They’d taken his memories; happy childhood fantasies, playful childhood antics. They’d taken all that from him, confined him to mountains of books and scrolls and had made him read and read until his eyes bled, and then made him read some more. What was left of him now? What was the point of anything? Asariel sighs, feeling the first of his tears slide down his face and drip onto the stone below. “I’m sorry,” he murmurs, more to himself than his familiar. “I’m sorry I do this to you. I’m sorry I break down so much.” He doesn’t know how long it will take for him to recover. Recovery isn’t an easy thing and will never be, with his mind and body scarred and traumatised to this extent. Asariel stares into the rising morning sun, peeking over the horizon. The heat from the celestial body bleeds into the sky like the rind of a freshly-peeled orange. His familiar takes flight, flapping into the impressive sunrise. Asariel watches the golden-throated bird spin and glide, wiping away his tears. Now is not the time to put himself down. No matter how long it takes, Asariel will find his path. He refuses to let his grief and melancholic heartache take this away from him again. Against the bright sun, his only friend swoops and swerves, riding the wind and rising above the black slash of the horizon, as if beckoning him to come closer.
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» bought 06.12.17 for 15.9kt
» is a member of the light subspecies hewn philosophers
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