Meraiol
(#37950636)
Matriarch | Retired Thief | Progenitor
Familiar
Slight Eyewing
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This dragon’s natural inborn element is Shadow.
Female Mirror
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Personal Style
Apparel
Skin
Scene
Measurements
Length
5.5 m
Wingspan
6.09 m
Weight
540.84 kg
Genetics
Blood
Basic
Basic
Obsidian
Basic
Basic
Leaf
Basic
Basic
Hatchday
Breed
Eye Type
Level 7 Mirror
EXP: 8306 / 11881
STR
20
AGI
18
DEF
12
QCK
10
INT
17
VIT
16
MND
12
Biography
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M E R A I O L
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Retired Thief. Matriarch to The Nomads. Caring | Aloof | Cautious | _____________ |
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BIOGRAPHY - MAKE BUTTON
CRACKING, THEN CREAKING. BEFORE OPENING HER EYES THAT’S WHAT SHE HEARD AND FELT. THEcrack of the egg's protection and warmth giving way around her, and the sound of shadow evergreens peering, creaking, at Meraiol’s mother, Férlan, and her three hatchlings. When the hatchling opened her eyes, she saw only her mother, a stern-faced mirror who rarely showed affection. But at that moment, her face was open and loving, eyes crescents, a purr coming from her throat as she welcomed her eldest daughter into the world. Meraiol’s fae father was gone, and Férlan refused to speak of him even as Mera aged. Mera’s mother was alone. Férlan was an anomaly among her kind, a lone mirror who had long abandoned her family to be with the dragon she loved. But with herself and three dragons to take care of, Férlan began to re-integrate herself into dragon civilization for one reason. She relied on her speed, intelligence, and her eyes to steal from wealthier dragons than herself. It was dangerous, as shadow-kind were less susceptible than other flights of dragons. And yet, for years she was able to survive this way, moving among the Tangled Wood and across Sornieth, ever-moving for stealth and protection. Each of Mera’s siblings had their own part to play in their mother’s scheme of life. Mera’s youngest sister, Aralla, had magic from her father, and excelled in illusions. Caidse, her only brother, had extreme bloodlust and would strike whenever needed. Meraiol herself had always been intrigued by the smarts and patience needed for thievery, and under her mother’s tutelage she even surpassed her mother in skill. But this did not mean she was not fallible. Mera’s successes had made her arrogant, and as she had never been caught in her life, she never thought she would. At the behest of their mother, Meraiol and her siblings had traveled to the Snowsquall Tundra in the Southern Icefields. “Tundra’s aren’t the brightest dragons, Meraiol. But that won’t be an excuse to slack off,” Férlan spoke gruffly. Mera had snapped her tail in annoyance, and her fins splayed back in annoyance. She would be fine. She had always been fine before, and she was normally cautious and patient. It’s what had made her such a good thief. But as the blood-red dragon observed the tundra dragons, she couldn’t believe how trusting they seemed. They welcomed all dragons, regardless of dragon-kind, with a smile and were beyond generous with their hospitality. Meraiol began to push her luck and stole even in plain sight, while Férlan frowned at her daughter from the shadows. Mera’s laxness would get her caught. And she had sorely misjudged the tundra’s. For as hospitable as they were to friends, they were harsh to enemies. Snarling all the way and jaws snapping, Mera was taken away to a cell. The sharp chill from the tundra seeped into the rock of her cell, and beyond rock bars was only bleak cold and her guard. Once, Meraiol thought she had seen her mother looking grievously disappointed through the cold. Scratches on the wall helped her keep track of the days and also also kept her claws sharp. Mera paced her cell while her tundra guard incessantly chattered about anything and everything, regardless of whether the she-mirror listened. He talked about anything and everything; how his teeth were hurting, whether he should try an experiment to cut his fur and see how he fared in the cold, how interesting she was because he had never seen a mirror before or how fish was superior to all other food. After seven days, Meraiol had enough. “Chew some garlic for your teeth, cut your fur so you can see how cold it is here, and be quiet!” Meraiol had snarled. Her wings were spread, fins out and forward, and teeth bared. It had scared many before. But her guard’s mouth dropped and he exclaimed, “That’s very scary! I can see why people are scared of your kind.” Meraiol dropped her display of dominance abruptly and cocked her head, and observed her captor fully for the first time. He sat confidently, with a full smile on his face, wings and body relaxed. And his eyes were a dark purple. A shadow tundra. Meraiol had never thought that would have been a possibility. Matching his body language she asked softly, “You don’t find me frightening?” “Nope! I actually think you’re very- Well, very beautiful.” He replied bashfully. “Beautiful?” Mera parroted back dumbly. “Mhmm! And you smell like a nice dragon, even though you obviously did something bad to come here. But there are really nice dragon that do bad things all the time, and I don’t think you’re as bad as some of them,” the white tundra said very quickly. Meraiol lay down silently, her front leg over the other, ignoring his statement about her smell, and said wryly, “You don’t breathe much when you talk, do you?” Her guard beamed. “Of course I do! Or else I would be dead. Probably. Maybe? My name is Pinesnow, and I’m your sentinel. It’s nice to finally talk to you!” Huffing amusedly, the mirror replied, “My name is Meraiol, and I’m your thief.” She paused, considering her next words carefully. “It’s nice to talk to you as well, Pinesnow.” Through the days they talked, with the thief slowly opening up, learning about Pinesnow’s family and surprisingly, telling him about her own. It was obvious that the tundra was very fond of Meraiol, and she became fond of him, even his constant talking. It was this, after months of being in prison, that made her realize she was beginning to love him. xxxScared of her feelings, as she had never been in love with another dragon before, the mirror dragon pulled away, growing silent, never responding or looking Pinesnow’s way. She refused to eat the food given her, looked at no one, and never spoke. Her fins began to droop, her bones showed on her skin, wings cracking with disuse. For she would never be with him as long as she lay in this cell. Not knowing what to do, Pinesnow did what he did best and used his words to comfort her, voice always drifting through the rock bars. He watched as her eyes saw nothing, her body beginning to reject itself. “Mera. Please. Tell me something. To be quiet. Anything. Or just look at me,” he pleaded for one last time. She ignored him, the obvious ache in his voice. Her back was turned to the bars, the only movement she made in the rise and fall of her breath. Pinesnow sighed, head falling down in defeat. He began to get up, newly fallen snow crunching under his feet. “I’ll request another sentinel for you,” she heard through her grief. Blinking quickly, the world coming back into focus, Meraiol lifted her head to look back at Pinesnow. He had already turned to walk away, and she would have none of that. Not after he had been at her side for so long. “Pinesnow,” she called softly. The tundra stopped, and turned back, face closed off, but eyes opened wide in hope. “I think I love you.” Pinesnow ran to the bars, sticking his snout through them as much as he could, and Meraiol slowly moved around to face him slowly touching her muzzle to his lovingly. She had never felt this way before, all this love and tenderness pushing past all the grief she felt from being abandoned by her family and locked away. Opening her eyes, she saw Pinesnow looking determinedly down at her, muzzle clenched, and voice thick, “I’m going to get you out.” They planned her escape that very night, and because their plan was hurried they didn’t escape unscathed, nor unseen. Caught by other guards, they attacked both Meraiol and Pinesnow for aiding in her escape. In her weakened state, Meraiol was slashed across the face by a wildclaw’s talons, and part of Pinesnow’s left wing was ripped. Warrants for their arrest across the Southern Icefield were upon them in a manner of days, and bounty hunters stalked them across the ice. The tundra kept pushing hope into his future mate by saying how close they were to the Starfall Isles, and there Pinesnow would seek asylum for both of them and they could live there. Meraiol had looked at him calmly, and spoke for the first time since her escape with a simple, “No.” They would move constantly, as in the days of her childhood when Meraiol was learning the craft of thievery. His broad face turning solemn, a rare look on the tundra’s always open face, Pinesnow said, “You’re not stealing again.” The she-mirror felt anger brewing in her gut, fins beginning to spread, tail beginning to twitch, but as she continued to look at him, all her emotions left her in a rush. Meraiol was tired of fighting, of holding everything in. The white tundra wanted to help her, to take care of her. “I don’t know anything else Snow,” she murmured softly. “It’s everything I know how to do.” A white paw touched rested on her shoulder and he smiled, “I know you were this amazing thief and everything, Mera. But you’re a terrible liar. You’ll figure out what you’re good at. And if you can’t then I’ll be there to help you.” They wandered across Sornieth for months. First going through the crystal spires of the Starfall Isles, to the sparking waste of the Shifting Expanse. EDIT ENDING |
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Meraiol is scarred and blind on the right side of her face from an attack. She is a very big mirror dragon, and is twice the size of her mate Pinesnow. Her wingspan is among the largest in her clan, with only her daughter Grayna out-matching her. At night, because her coloring is so dark, she blends in wonderfully with the nightscape. | ______ |
Expert thieving skills, which encompasses stealth, patience, a quick wit, and agility.
Despite being disgruntled half the time, Meraiol possesses a caring nature, and along with leadership abilities allows her to lead her clan well.
Can magically (i.e. very quickly) slap dragons with her tail to chastise them, although unlike most mirror dragons, her tail ends in plumed feathers, so it doesn’t sting too much.
COMBINE LIKES AND DISLIKES TOGETHER / TWO COLUMNS
Hunting, especially with her children.
Being around other mirrors, as they remind her of her childhood.
Swimming (fun fact: she looks like a bat when she swims).
Thieving, even now as a matriarch.
Small talk, and incessant chatter (Pinesnow is an exception).
Any kind of fish, as it feels weird in her mouth.
Terrible parents.
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