Lorekeeper
(#39660641)
Level 1 Skydancer
Familiar
Flutterbun
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Energy: 0/50
This dragon’s natural inborn element is Light.
Female Skydancer
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Personal Style
Apparel
Skin
Scene
Measurements
Length
4.51 m
Wingspan
3.68 m
Weight
808.21 kg
Genetics
Coral
Petals
Petals
Cottoncandy
Butterfly
Butterfly
Blush
Capsule
Capsule
Hatchday
Breed
Eye Type
Level 1 Skydancer
EXP: 0 / 245
STR
4
AGI
5
DEF
4
QCK
9
INT
9
VIT
4
MND
9
Biography
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This body is not her own. She knows it - has known it since the beginning, when she woke to find feathers and fur and claws sharper than any she'd ever known. The day cannot be wiped from her mind; no matter how fervently she wishes it, she'll never be rid of the slimy look of satisfaction upon the coatl's face, nor the impassive glance of the wildclaw she once would've burned the world for. Still, she sees an opportunity for what it is. She plays what they want to see: a wildclaw, tarnished by rot, ruthless and efficient in her culling of those meant to be sacrificed. Few guess at what happens when she leads exalts beyond the border of her clan. Even fewer know the truth, much less see the dragonlings wing off, safe and sound and stronger than before. Her new physiology means she is bound to Batu no more, yet the feelings for her Charge remains. Buried beneath the scent off death and lust for decay is the same drake she once knew, one with eyes that burned like cinders, with a will that could shake the mountains to their core. He is there, yet still, he is lost, buried under layers she cannot hope to excavate. She knows what she must do, but for now, she watches, waits, and looks from afar as he carves a name for himself in Sorneith's history. In the end, she'll stand, a queen in the guise of a pawn. 
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Those in the Lightweaver's realm hadn't a chance of understanding her. Raised in a scholarly clan, her innate aptitude for spellcasting was encouraged since she was a hatchling, her family proud to see their line of powerful sorcerers continue. It didn't take long for her hunger of knowledge to outstrip the clan's impressive library. She ventured beyond their borders, deeper into the realm, down into the forgotten relics and abandoned ruins of a bygone empire. Spirits lurked among the stones, but she cared not, exploring the depths and poring over spellbooks that had not been touched in centuries. The knowledge within those half ruined scrolls would have made a mundane drake mad. Dreja absorbed them all, her power growing beyond the realm of 'acceptable' magic into something darker, something deeper. When her clan learned of her studies, her research was burned, and she was driven beyond the suntouched realm of her birth. She would have been forced to aimlessly wander, if it were not for a certain whisper in her mind. Something within her pushed her to the east, past the land of shadow to the very fringes of the sea. There, in the midst of the glittering sand, laid the corpse of a wildclaw, reeking with decay. The whisper in her mind spoke of him. Visions flashed before her; ruin, destruction, a drake without mercy, longing only for power. In one ritual, Batu breathed anew. Though Dreja adores the power she holds as Batu's mate, gorging on the fear she sees reflected in the eyes around her, she cannot forget the betrayal of her former clan. The wildclaw's restless soul rests in the pendent around her neck, bound beneath her watchful gaze for as long as she lives. It never hurts to have a failsafe. 
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Her kind aren't bred for sentimentality. The land of the Plaguebringer is a cruel and unforgiving place. Your mate may die on the morrow, your eggs may rot, your hatchlings lost amidst the twisting and pulsating roots that pervade the entirety of the realm. Hasta knows this, yet sometimes, she dreams of the old days. In her sleep, the howls and screams of her brethren echo among the ravaged land. Beasts and drakes both scatter at the beating of a dozen paws at once, the thrashing tails and drooling jaws of a pack of feral mirrors. They had loped across the Plaguebringer's domain for as long as she remembered, always leaving a path of death, disease, and destruction in their wake. Until she came upon the Sunstrike. Newly moved clans are easy prey, those not born in the blighted lands more susceptible to pathogens and predators alike. Without thought, her pack attacked, expecting full bellies before nightfall. The screams that rang out where not of the foreigners. In the end, Hastra was the last of her kind left standing, face to face with the wildclaw that had defeated them all. Raging until the last, she fought with all she had, a whirlwind of claws and teeth and clattering bone, but he was quicker. Stronger. More savage. By the laws of the land, she was not supposed to live, but he granted her life nonetheless. Her newly made position by his side is both an honor, and a constant reminder of her weakness, a need to prove herself worthy of such an allowance. The dreams of her past always end the same. The fallen members of her pack, torn and frayed from a battle hard fought, surround her. Their chanting echoes above the din of war: Survive. Consume. Survive. Consume. When she wakes, it is with a smile on her face. 
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He's been in the Sunstrike for far too long. An explorer by nature, he had long ago left the fertile lands of the Gladekeeper with his friend and familiar Swiftwing by his side, both eager to see what the rest of the world had to offer them. Their arrival was an accident - a strike of lightning during his flight had Corrit spiraling down down down to the Flamecaller's realm, his fur scorching upon impact. Dazed, he was unaware that he'd fallen into dangerous lands until it was too late; he was surrounded before he could think to struggle. The memory of Batu's eyes upon his order to be exalted haunts him still - despite the oppressive heat of the region, they were colder than anything he had ever seen. It was his great fortune that Wer was the one who had volunteered to see him exalted. By her mercy, he was secreted away to the nearby underground, nursed back to health with hands that were surprisingly gentle for a guardian. The exact moment he fell in love with her is lost, but the recollection of her touch, the fold of her wing over his body, the sight of her eyes alight with laughter... It's something he'll never forget. Its a memory he strives for now. She is not the guardian he once knew - morphological differences aside, there's a certain dullness to her eyes now, a flat tone to her voice that rasps its way through vocal chords long rotten. Still, she is his mate beneath it all, so he risks life and limb to do what he can to help her. Traveling on the fringes of Sunstrike's borders, he and Swiftwing curry favors among nearby clans, doing what they can to bring a change to the blighted plaguelands. All fear Batu's visage, but slowly, they are being won by Corrit's calm, stately nature, tired of fearing every wayward shadow. And, if in the midst of his travels, he searches for a way to return his mate to her body, who can blame him? They would try too, had they seen the light in her smile. 
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