Coldnight
(#41112929)
For the Shadow's Glory!
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Energy: 50
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50
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Personal Style
Apparel
Skin
Scene
Measurements
Length
7.7 m
Wingspan
8.04 m
Weight
575.46 kg
Genetics
Midnight
Basic
Basic
Ice
Basic
Basic
Storm
Basic
Basic
Hatchday
Breed
Eye Type
Level 25 Mirror
Max Level
STR
95
AGI
38
DEF
40
QCK
51
INT
29
VIT
41
MND
30
Biography
Wanax
Leader of the Leviathan's Ribs
She/Her
Aloof|Hostile|Brave
Note: Googly Confusion is not canon.
Girl, you are gonna have the wildest character arc of hubris to humility.
Old Manners
(A complete one-shot-of-a-story)
A Coldnight Story
Coldnight hated the fact that the clan left the shadows and into the sea. How in Sornieth could they abandon their Mother? The Shadowbinder? Pushing through the kelp, the dark Mirror returned to her lair, a carefully created homage to the dark flight she ever so cared about. Another dragon slowly slinked into the lair, a handsome Tundra with fur of leaves and wings of blood. Even Coldnight couldn't help but smile at her mate, Snowstalk.
"I can't believe these Water dragons disregard the old ways, the Shadow ways!" The disgruntled Mirror shifted her icy wings.
"Try not to feel so upset, our clan is of all flights, right now we are just living in the Tidelord's Domain," Snowstalk replied, disentangling a piece of kelp off Coldnight's wing.
"Someday our clan will see all of them, and then decide what Flight we truly belong in," the Mirror growled, pacing along the starry floor that she carved herself, "perhaps old manners are better than new." Finishing her speech with a hiss, Coldnight dove back into the dark water and out of her lair. Snowstalk sighed, shaking his head...
"And perhaps you simply grieve the old manners."
Oh heck this is so old. Tried editing it to be better.
Basic is Valid
Leader of the Leviathan's Ribs
She/Her
Aloof|Hostile|Brave
Note: Googly Confusion is not canon.
Girl, you are gonna have the wildest character arc of hubris to humility.
Old Manners
(A complete one-shot-of-a-story)
A Coldnight Story
Coldnight hated the fact that the clan left the shadows and into the sea. How in Sornieth could they abandon their Mother? The Shadowbinder? Pushing through the kelp, the dark Mirror returned to her lair, a carefully created homage to the dark flight she ever so cared about. Another dragon slowly slinked into the lair, a handsome Tundra with fur of leaves and wings of blood. Even Coldnight couldn't help but smile at her mate, Snowstalk.
"I can't believe these Water dragons disregard the old ways, the Shadow ways!" The disgruntled Mirror shifted her icy wings.
"Try not to feel so upset, our clan is of all flights, right now we are just living in the Tidelord's Domain," Snowstalk replied, disentangling a piece of kelp off Coldnight's wing.
"Someday our clan will see all of them, and then decide what Flight we truly belong in," the Mirror growled, pacing along the starry floor that she carved herself, "perhaps old manners are better than new." Finishing her speech with a hiss, Coldnight dove back into the dark water and out of her lair. Snowstalk sighed, shaking his head...
"And perhaps you simply grieve the old manners."
Oh heck this is so old. Tried editing it to be better.
Basic is Valid
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Exalting Coldnight to the service of the Tidelord will remove them from your lair forever. They will leave behind a small sum of riches that they have accumulated. This action is irreversible.
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