Byron
(#39216594)
Ice/Shadow
Familiar
Spirit of Ice
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Energy: 49/50
This dragon’s natural inborn element is Ice.
Male Imperial
This dragon cannot breed until May 03, 2024 (14 days).
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Personal Style
Apparel
Skin
Scene
Measurements
Length
22.93 m
Wingspan
19.96 m
Weight
7290.71 kg
Genetics
Eggplant
Petals
Petals
Royal
Butterfly
Butterfly
Royal
Glimmer
Glimmer
Hatchday
Breed
Eye Type
Level 25 Imperial
Max Level
STR
116
AGI
11
DEF
6
QCK
70
INT
8
VIT
26
MND
6
Biography
  
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BYRON
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Shadow/Ice Lisianthus has given me a stone tablet and engraver. He says it is to better help me record my thoughts – that it may aid in my speech troubles. It is a fine thing, long, rectangular, and thin, and made of dark rock that glows violet in the moonlight. The stylus, as well; it fits perfectly between my claws. I do not struggle to wield it. I confess I do not know what to record. Perhaps my past? I remember the Southern Icefield, despite what I know the other dragons think. They doubt me, look at me with sympathetic, quiet eyes when I suggest I might know something of my own past. I understand, both the sympathy and the skepticism. I was young, quite young, when the Foxfire Bramble ensnared me. But I remember my homeland all the same. Leagues of plateau, glittering and cold, beneath a blazing bright sun. Snow at twilight, the deepening sky casting shadows with every falling flake. The chirps of small birds in the morning, emerging from their burrows in the snowbanks. The tiny vibrations I could hear when I fell asleep in my mother’s den, at her side: that of ermine feet, digging their tunnels close by. The scales of my parents have faded from my mind, but these memories remain. Those, and the Bramble’s. When it stole me away from Plague’s wasteland to drag me through miles of thorns and wood, it left scars (and some part of it, reaching down to curl around my torso) and, I am not insecure to admit, fear. I dream about that journey. It is easier, however, to think my thoughts the projected, confused ramblings of a hatchling, at least for my clanmates. After all, a young dragon torn from his homeland experiences a good deal of trauma. (Lisianthus told me that once. He didn’t speak the words to wound me, and they did not. I have simply ruminated over them, all the same.) I know, also, that I do not help my own cause. It is sometimes… difficult, for me, to speak. Properly, I mean. The words come out stilted, and slow, and I often cannot for the life of me bring my voice above a mumbling register. Etching is easier. And though I loathe to take the air current well-flown, (I do not, you see, entertain the thought that I made up my memories of Ice), I hope it will help. With practice, I might make up the time and language I lost to the Tangled Wood. Practice, and a little persistence. |
  
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