thatwhatthing's dragon Lectra

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Length

4.57 m

Wingspan

4.1 m

Weight

359.57 kg

Genetics

Denim
Python

Teal
Shimmer

Pistachio
Runes

Hatchday

Aug 23, 2018
(5 years)

Breed

Adult
Pearlcatcher

Eye Type

Lightning
Primal

Level 1 Pearlcatcher

EXP: 0 / 245

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Offspring

Biography

Lectra

♛
I will make my place. I will protect my family and my people.
♛

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______ The first voice Lectra heard was her mother’s—a soft, startled gasp. The Pearlcatcher, newly-hatched, opened her eyes, and for a brief moment lightning crackled at the corners of her vision.

Her mother reached out. Speckles obviously wished to pick up her daughter, yet she hesitated. Instead, Lectra’s father approached. It was he who gently removed eggshells from her scales, wiped the slime from her mane. Speckles joined them shortly afterwards, but Lectra never forgot that first look her mother had given her, wonder and wariness all at once.

It was a look she gave herself some days later, when Speckles held a mirror before her. Lectra gasped when she saw her own eyes. They burned with light, and sparks leaped from them, chasing harmlessly over her scales.

“This is a bad thing?” she asked her mother. Speckles’ gaze softened. “No, dearest. You are a good child...but not everybody understands. Stay close to Mother and Father, and you’ll be all right. Just stay in the den...” Her eyes became slightly unfocused, and she drew Lectra closer. “Not everyone understands.”

By then, Lectra knew that her mother was unwell. Always anxious, Speckles remained in the den, shunning all contact with other dragons. “No one understands,” she mumbled whenever her daughter asked what was wrong.

So Lectra went to her father instead. Mythos wrote, “Your mother believes she came to Sornieth from another world. She has been mocked for it before.”

Taunted and bullied for her beliefs...It was no wonder Speckles stayed away from other dragons. “Is it true?” Lectra asked.

Mythos shrugged. “Still, perhaps you should stay with her. It can be dangerous outside.” His eyes darkened with memory. He had not been born mute—unfortunate events had stolen his voice away.

______ Despite her parents’ warnings, Lectra ventured out. Other dragons stared at her and whispered as she passed. While it was not unheard-of for dragons to have eyes like hers, in this clan, Lectra’s eyes were taken as a sign of changes to come.

She had been born in troubled times. The current leader, Alfwin, was becoming unhinged. In the past, Alfwin had been a cunning, ruthless businessdrake. He’d toppled the previous leader, who had also been no saint, and then built up the clan’s wealth. Things had started out well—but Alfwin had a dangerous temper. He could be smiling and genial one minute and then lunge at someone’s throat, trying to tear it out with his own teeth. His clan came to fear him, for they never knew when he would snap—and which of them would suffer for it.

To make matters worse, the clan had originally been located in the Ashfall Waste, where Ice-born Alfwin had taken ill. His condition had been mitigated by fire flowers, which he’d eaten regularly. The fire flowers, however, had been very rare even then, growing only in a single field near the lair. And they had only mitigated Alfwin’s disease, not cured it—it had continued eating at his mind.

One day, in a fit of delirium, Alfwin had stumbled into the field. He’d eaten the fire flowers, every single one, even digging up their roots in his frenzy. The guards had found him shrieking and raving in the field, digging until his paws were bloody. The fire flowers, his only source of relief, were no more.

The clan had moved to the Shifting Expanse, thinking that the Lightning drakes’ technology and a change of climate would help Alfwin. But he continued deteriorating, became more paranoid and violent. It was normal for him to walk calmly through the lair, and then turn and slash someone’s arm open for trivial reasons. “I don’t like how you look at me,” he growled. He advanced on one poor Coatl, heedless of the blood flowing down her foreleg. “You mock my infirmity, do you?!”

The Coatl stumbled backwards in fright. She accidentally backed into the den Lectra and her parents shared. Speckles, who had been watching in horror, quickly retreated. Alfwin watched her go, and he snarled, “That’s right, stay in that hovel, you demented worm! And you dare call me ‘demented.’” He swung towards the Coatl again. “You dare!”

Lectra had reached the Coatl’s side. She placed a comforting paw on her neighbor’s shoulder even as she stared Alfwin down. She’d wanted nothing to do with him, but his words against her mother were brutal, and rage now roared within her. She glared silently at him with her brilliant, crackling eyes.

“Freak! Monster!” Alfwin spat at her. But her eyes were too bright for him to look into, and he turned and stormed away, ranting viciously all the while.

“He is terrible,” whispered the Coatl. Lectra helped bandage her foreleg, and she mumbled her thanks.

“I heard he was a good leader once,” Lectra ventured. The Coatl’s face darkened. “Yes,” she answered shortly, “once.” She was quiet for a moment, and then she patted Lectra’s shoulder. “But you...You’re a blessing from the Stormcatcher. If only all dragons had a heart as warm as yours...”

And then she was gone. For some days, Lectra and her family feared that Alfwin would return for retribution, but nothing happened; the dictator had probably found some other victims elsewhere. Still, her good deed hadn’t gone unnoticed—whenever she went out, clanmates discreetly inclined their heads to her. They greeted her with respect, and they looked at her with new eyes now. Eyes that held wonder...and hope.

______ Even in this turbulent clan, there was hope. As long as there was someone to stand up to such vile leaders, there would always be hope—visions of a brighter future, gentler lives, happier days for everyone...

“You can hope,” Mythos wrote with a shrug. Lectra sighed and nodded. Perhaps it all was a bit silly. Perhaps...

A scratching sound—Mythos was writing again. Lectra looked up and saw her father’s new words: “Or you can be the hope.”

Original bio template by Mibella, find it here.

She was the wegg.

~ written by Disillusionist (254672)

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