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Ozensa

(#38751556)

Level 5 Coatl

Familiar

Ancient Fungus

Energy: 49/50

Personal Style

Apparel

Skin

Scene

Physical Attributes

Battle Stats

Measurements

Length

7.38 m

Wingspan

7.35 m

Weight

822.18 kg

Genetics

Mint
Piebald

Cantaloupe
Paint

Platinum
Basic

Hatchday

Jan 13, 2018
(6 years)

Breed

Adult
Coatl

Eye Type

Nature
Common

Level 5 Coatl

EXP: 2100 / 5545

STR

AGI

DEF

QCK

INT

VIT

MND

Lineage

Parents

Renoit
Hexa

Offspring

Biography

Ozensa

Like many coatls, Ozensa began her life in the Emberglow Hearth, within reach of the Flamecaller. She - and her one sibling - grew up being told the virtues of the Fire flight; their endless production, their profit and growth - and were sheltered from the things less than ideal. When she was old enough, however, to understand the Fire flight's follies, she turned her back on her family and left, seeking greener pastures. It was untold years before she was seen again, emerging a changed dragoness.

From the depths of the Shrieking Wilds, Ozensa emerged a protector of life, in all its forms. Her respect for the cycle of life became so devoted that she would furiously oppose any sign of desecration; the lands which she guarded became rumoured as cursed, for anyone trying to develop there would find themselves facing the forest itself as an opponent. While none can truly say what happened to her in the intervening years, Ozensa's once fiery eyes had turned a viridescent green, to reflect her new element. There was no sign left of the hatchling that grew up in the fire flight's domain.

However, even hatred cannot last forever. It was several years into her guardianship, when her solitude threatened to turn her against even the dragons as a species, that Ozensa came across two travelling dragons - Clockmaker and Alistair. Suspicious of the pair, who hailed from the home she had almost forgotten, their first meeting was a tale of opposites and parallels; she, who had denied technology, being faced with two dragons who were kind despite it; and they, technological geniuses, seeking refuge within an unconquerable forest, just as she had once done herself.

Things strange and marvelous were the tricks of their trade, and it was clear to Ozensa that they had mastered it. She had once thought that Lightning dragons were obsessed with power; that Fire dragons were worthlessly prideful of metal and rock. She had never seen technology treated as anything more than a tool, and she found herself regretting it now. Clockmaker, as was his namesake, could make contraptions which worked with a mere zap across his talons, things that flew and danced and sang. Alistair laboured over a fire barely the size of her nose but twice as hot as her own flame, and crafted metal implements designed to help and heal; watering cans, trellises, and countless others whose names eluded her. Yet not a single one was a sword.

Finally, she gave in to her curiosity. Ozensa had to know; was the homeland she saw as a child still there? A land of swords and axes, a world of shields and war? Was her sister still at home, mindlessly crafting tools of bloodshed? Was she proud of it? And even more, would she lose what she had found? She felt like a fledgling barely of-age again, departing from everything she'd ever known.

This time, however, she was not leaving alone. Clockmaker, the stoic and broad-hearted Imperial, and his careless but well-meaning companion Alistair, would not let her leave alone. Though she tried to sneak away, they followed her as best they could, until she had not the heart to keep hiding from them. That very night she found herself seated by a warm fire for the first time in years, surrounded by cheerful voices that echoed her memories of her childhood. And, as she watched Alistair prod the fire, and Clockmaker fiddle with his metallic contraptions, she was astounded to realize it felt natural.

It was then she asked herself when she had started to think that Lightning's gadgets were not a force upon themselves. They all came from nature, were all born of the earth.
So when, exactly, had she excluded them from it?

On a beat-up oak desk sits a letter, freshly penned using the quill of a Zalis.

To Clockhead and Ali.
Thank you for your last letter. I am fine. My sister was nice. She loves fire, tastes like smoke and fireflies. Fire flight is going through wars, lots of weapons. I don't like that. Sister says she doesn't either. I asked her to come to nature with me. She said no, but said she would write.
I am back in the Wild, visit when you can.

Ozensa

Clockmaker

Alistair

(art goes here)

Removed Smoke.
Scatterscrolled 2019-08-06. Tomato/Turquoise/Brick -> Olive/Charcoal/Swamp.
Scatterscrolled 3 more times 2019 08 06 and got Mint/Cantaloupe/Platinum. Much better.

Art asset links: Greenskeeper pixel, Dividers, picture frames and misc stuff, other misc stuff, vista pixels, nature sprite pixel

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