Astraea
(#39331305)
Surviving Godling of the Arts and Influences
Familiar
Vigorous Goblet
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Energy: 45/50
This dragon’s natural inborn element is Light.
Female Skydancer
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Personal Style
Apparel
Skin
Scene
Measurements
Length
3.34 m
Wingspan
5 m
Weight
712.73 kg
Genetics
Slate
Python
Python
Raspberry
Shimmer
Shimmer
Fire
Capsule
Capsule
Hatchday
Breed
Eye Type
Level 4 Skydancer
EXP: 1622 / 4027
STR
7
AGI
6
DEF
7
QCK
6
INT
6
VIT
6
MND
7
Lineage
Parents
- none
Offspring
- none
Biography
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No Such Thing as Two-Way Roads ━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━ "Isn't that the best?" He asks with such warmth that would have been displaced on him ages ago. Astraea can't help but scrunch her beak in disagreement, a motion that doesn't escape the wildclaw's gaze, he doesn't acknowledge it however. Astraea wouldn't know what to do if he did. "It is not." It was an embarrassing situation, this whole deal. To be wrung out their home by some warden's desire -or rebellion-, be stripped off their shells into these bodies, followers of others' and be dependent of the magic of their realm in lieu of their own strengths. Preposterous! Shameful even! And if that wasn't enough, to feel their grasp of their domains dim... it made one to become demotivated. But Vega was right here, babbling and being all excited of his discoveries and notable tidbits of emotions he was never fond of recognizing. In another time, this very scene would be mirrored by herself and her own thrilling findings of her domain long ago. She would snap his hearing senses with little nothings and he would dismiss her, focused intently on his creations, only giving her the time of the day when one or many of her iddle thoughts inspired whatever he was working on. Her domain was meaningless to him in the larger scale but her followers where plentiful and inspired and gracious and more! They always had something to say. She would grant a voice of idea of how to speak their message and she would be elevated with pride as they made her advices real. Here she had none of that. Here she had the body of an underling, someone with no power nor connections and that made her feel trapped when she first awoke. The inherent control of her domain would permeate the meager shell of a body she inhabited and some of her divinity would be retained, but it was not the same... After a moment of consideration she threw out the thought that had nested on her mind mid-way thru Vega's rant, "You say these things, you have lost as much as I did... yet you are here, speaking of love in ways you would have mocked or ignored any other time..." Had I been the one to do so, she chose to left that last part out. Astraea stomped off, away from the wildclaw calling back at her, no destination in mind but hopeful he wouldn't follow so she would be able to think in silence about her outburst and why Vega's words irked her as much. She should be proud, joyous that the walls that surrounded her peer regarding sentimentalism and emotion went crumbling as he found what her domain truly entailed... that they could both be finally equals... Instead, all she felt was bitterness, she felt insulted even, but at what? that she wasn't the one to open his eyes? that whoever had managed to convince a being like him of the untampered potential of their shared domain might have been some mortal? maybe it was that, the idea of it all vexed her, did the mortals on this plane bear this kind of power to sway Deities in their favor and not the other way...?. She knows potential, she isn't blind to the sort of development dragons have made in this realm, how they are more acquainted with the very energies that conform their existence. Hell, she has even seen what Vega is capable off in terms of creation and life and it is all replicated to a T by this entire realm's Pantheon. All existing in a manner so interwoven and intimate, like a big familiar project. All for the effective growth and expansion until the eventual closure. The song, dance and theatrics of existence. What continues to gnaw at her shared flesh and boiling her blood is not some mortal meddling with one she considers an equal, family even; what bothers her most is her own inability to dignify this realm with creation of her own, she can't influence no one, can't claim a following of her own to inspire and lead without disturbing the struck balance of this realm. She is scared, she finally admits, of fading away in an unknown place, to be forgotten and alone, to fade without anything of importance marking her as a part of this place. More than mortality, more than wealth, power or influence lost, the fact that she could fade any moment without root or branch to cling her spirit -godblood be damned- to the ebbing flow of life and death was a fear more real than anything she had instilled or felt before. No way back from any of this... Ward be damned. |
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