Arwain
(#41564481)
Level 12 Mirror
Chipper
Bluelight Chipskink
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Energy: 50/50
This dragon’s natural inborn element is Shadow.
Male Mirror
This dragon is hibernating.
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Personal Style
Apparel
Skin
Scene
Measurements
Length
7.73 m
Wingspan
5.42 m
Weight
700.94 kg
Genetics
Cyan
Skink
Skink
Nightshade
Noxtide
Noxtide
Lead
Basic
Basic
Hatchday
Breed
Eye Type
Level 12 Mirror
EXP: 12336 / 38956
STR
29
AGI
6
DEF
6
QCK
15
INT
7
VIT
7
MND
7
Biography
The Messenger
Arwain had always wanted to be a Courier. Some of the rarest, bravest, and most helpful dragons in existence. He'd always looked up to Edgar, the green Courier, having watched him deliver to his home clan since he was a hatchling. Even made a doll of him, to hold close when his mama couldn't come to the nest that night. Sadly, he was but a young Tundra.
He knew that wouldn't stay the same for long though. The minute he was old enough to leave the clan, he went on a search to find some of the great mages of Sornieth, hoping that one of them would know how to transform him into the species of his idols. Most of them were honest with him, saying that they'd never tried, and wouldn't even know where to begin. He thanked them, and kept going.
Just when his wings were getting tired, and he thought he couldn't make it to another mage, he came across a small, rundown building, with a large entryway, covered by hanging fabric. He stepped inside to find... what looked like a Bogsneak, fumbling around with something behind the front counter.
"U-uhm, excuse me?"
"Oh, jeez- wha- who are you?! What are you doing here?"
"Oh I'm sorry, uh.. well, I came here to, ask about a. Breed change scroll..?"
"What kinda breed change? I got 'em all for as cheap as they come."
"Oh! Ah... all of them?"
"Yeah sure kid."
"Do you have a... Courier scroll?"
"..a Courier scroll."
"Yes, please."
"...You are one strange fluffy dragon. Lemme see."
"Oh, jeez- wha- who are you?! What are you doing here?"
"Oh I'm sorry, uh.. well, I came here to, ask about a. Breed change scroll..?"
"What kinda breed change? I got 'em all for as cheap as they come."
"Oh! Ah... all of them?"
"Yeah sure kid."
"Do you have a... Courier scroll?"
"..a Courier scroll."
"Yes, please."
"...You are one strange fluffy dragon. Lemme see."
The dragon dug around behind her, the clattering of copper and glass containers beginning to alarm him. But they came back up with a scroll- and a smirk he hadn't yet noticed- before tossing it in his direction.
"Here kid, don't open it until you've found someplace to settle. Free of charge."
"Oh, my goodness, thank you! Thank you so much!--"
"Yeah yeah, don't thank me yet. Now get outta here. Before the Nymph bites your ear off."
"Oh, my goodness, thank you! Thank you so much!--"
"Yeah yeah, don't thank me yet. Now get outta here. Before the Nymph bites your ear off."
Arwain ducked his head as he left, beginning his journey back to the Shadow realm, to find a clan he could have a permanent home in. He could hardly believe it; he'd finally found a scroll that could work! And he'd go flying all over Sornieth, delivering all kinds of things to all kinds of dragons- and he might even get to meet Edgar in person! A childhood dream..
Turned phony. He'd reached a clan that would take him, going so far as to give him the position of Clan Messenger. They all really believed in him. He could hardly look at himself after using the scroll. That mage- no, that hack, that cheapskate, gave him a Mirror scroll.
It took a lot of work for him to feel okay in this new body, both physically and mentally, but he couldn't let his new clan down. He had some messages to deliver, and by Shadowbringer, he was going to deliver no matter what.
Lovely art by @/DemonicWolf67!
Letters
Hysgall wrote:
Dear daughter,
I hope this letter finds you well. And, I hope you can forgive me, for having to give you away. It's a complicated story, I might tell you when you're older. But, I remember seeing you the moment you hatched, all wide eyes and gentle footsteps. You'll grow into a beautiful Guardian, my dear. And I hope the clan leader, or whoever is helping raise you, is doing it well. The mother I wasn't able to be for you. I know you're going to be something great.
You'll find enclosed a beautiful lace wristlet- I saw it at the market and thought of you, so I had to send this as soon as I could get the words down.
I hope this letter finds you well. And, I hope you can forgive me, for having to give you away. It's a complicated story, I might tell you when you're older. But, I remember seeing you the moment you hatched, all wide eyes and gentle footsteps. You'll grow into a beautiful Guardian, my dear. And I hope the clan leader, or whoever is helping raise you, is doing it well. The mother I wasn't able to be for you. I know you're going to be something great.
You'll find enclosed a beautiful lace wristlet- I saw it at the market and thought of you, so I had to send this as soon as I could get the words down.
Miss you; your mother, Hysgall
Pastel wrote:
To my dearest son, Nyteshade.
I hope this finds you in good health. I won't pretend your mother and I don't miss you, but it's good that you've found somewhere besides your childhood home to belong.
I'm not the most verbally affectionate, I know, but when melancholy strikes, it can make dragons act a little out of character. We haven't seen each other since you departed for the Sanctuary, so forgive an old man for reminiscing about the little things. Don't worry too much about us, we're always busy handling someone else's mess or destressing out in the wilds. Haven't lost my bark or my bite yet. Who knows, maybe once Atrophy's well off, we could come visit. I've heard stories about the beauties of the eternal night, and I can't deny I'm a little interested to see just what that looks like. But for now, I've given you a little piece of the wastelands we had gathering dust in our vault.
-- Pastel
I hope this finds you in good health. I won't pretend your mother and I don't miss you, but it's good that you've found somewhere besides your childhood home to belong.
I'm not the most verbally affectionate, I know, but when melancholy strikes, it can make dragons act a little out of character. We haven't seen each other since you departed for the Sanctuary, so forgive an old man for reminiscing about the little things. Don't worry too much about us, we're always busy handling someone else's mess or destressing out in the wilds. Haven't lost my bark or my bite yet. Who knows, maybe once Atrophy's well off, we could come visit. I've heard stories about the beauties of the eternal night, and I can't deny I'm a little interested to see just what that looks like. But for now, I've given you a little piece of the wastelands we had gathering dust in our vault.
-- Pastel
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