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Personal Style
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Measurements
Length
4.39 m
Wingspan
4.69 m
Weight
569.27 kg
Genetics
Azure
Python
Python
Magenta
Shimmer
Shimmer
Phthalo
Peacock
Peacock
Hatchday
Breed
Eye Type
Level 4 Skydancer
EXP: 727 / 4027
STR
25
AGI
6
DEF
7
QCK
6
INT
6
VIT
6
MND
7
Biography
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Ceto Warrior | Pirate “The sea is a desert of waves, A wilderness of water.” - Langston Hughes ‹━━━━━━━━« 🌿 |
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There are stories about what lives in the depths of the Leviathan Trench. Non Water dragons that live by the sea tell about ghastly lights dancing underneath the waves, about strange shadows gliding through the dark and mournful melodies breaking on the shore. They are often fascinated by the ocean, for it is foreign to them and Water dragons are few on land. Most clans have never even met one and some question wether or not they even exist. But there has to be at least one grain of truth about this elusive flight, for Guardians are often seen on land, wandering and fighting. Guardian dragons know the truth, it is ingrained in their bones and carried with their blood, the call that all of them hear. It is a steady beat, like drums echoing through their body and they all instinctually follow its rhythm. They are made to endure and their blood calls them to protect. And so they do, even the ones born to clans in hot deserts or shifting tundras, they seek and protect but in difference to their siblings in the sea they do not completely understand. They protect but most will never know against what. There is a reason Guardians are strong and their hide armored, their durability legendary. To non Water clans they are a great assertive, front warriors that would die without a second thought for their charges. And so most Guardians on land live their lives as warriors and protectors, their call appeased but never completely quieted. The answer lies somewhere in the Leviathan Trench where the water is the coldest and no light breaks through murky shadows. It is a place where none wants to live and even the best swimmers head back when the pressure on their scales threatens to suffocate them. But then again the Water clans know what they would find down there and they do not dare to trespass. The life underneath the sea is quiet and calm, the dragons seldomly caring about what goes on above the water. They know about the dangers lurking in their territory but they are old dangers and predictable. They have warriors too but they are rarely Guardians for they are often too young to serve as fighters. And when they are old enough? Then they follow their call, their search, to never return to their Clan. The magic in their bones calls them home, back to the deity that once created them, back to their purpose. Guardians are often seen swimming down into the Trench and the other dragons avoid following them with their eyes for too long. The moment a Guardian is seen near the Trench, the Clans mourn, regardless if the dragon was even part of their Clan. They mourn for that is the rule, the tradition. The Guardians leave, abandoning mates and hatchlings and clans, they leave and they do not return. To love a Guardian is a heartbreaking thing and the ones who dare are often celebrated for they did what none other could. New Guardians are hatched and they grow and some dare to love. And they leave. It is a never ending circle and the Water Clan weave their mournful laments into strings that carry miles through the sea. But none would ever stop a Guardian from leaving, they celebrate their lives because Water gives life but they send them willingly away. Non Water Clans know that Guardians were made to protect but none ever stops and wonders what they were supposed to protect, why a deity created a race solely for this purpose. There are stories about what lives in the depths of the Leviathan Trench and the Water Clans know the truth, have seen the beasts moving in the depths and have heard the faintest of whispers coming from the bubbles spilling forth. May the flights on land continue with their petty battles and dominance pushes, Water is enduring and endure they must when the shadows spill forth and great leviathans arise. The Tidelord made sure that they are protected. |
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Born into the fiery territory of the Flamecaller, Ceto soon fell prey to the drums rattling her bones inside her chest. Her legs carried her all over Sornieth until she settled into a seemingly abandoned lagoon. Ceto did not care for company, she had never taken on a charge or found a clan worth dying for but here, where the cold waves crashed into the sandy beach, something felt different, the steady rhythm next to her heart pulsating quieter than every before. For the first time, there was no insistent feeling pushing her forward. The lagoon would not stay abandoned for long, one day there was a Pearlcatcher watching her when Ceto awoke from a slumber that had not been restful for a long time, grotesque shadows haunting her in her dreams and whispers following her even into the waking world. Before Ceto could rear up and attack this foreign dragon, the other spoke to her. She, for it was a female Pearlcatcher, explained that these lagoon had been her territory for a long, long time and housed many a dragon since then. But they had all left, one after another, until only she and her mate were left. A sanctuary, she explained, was what they had used their lagoon and the hidden maze in the cliffs for, a safe place that could only be accessed from a secret passage underneath the sea. When the elemental shiftings had happened, many dragons had found their deaths or disappeared into the night and so the clan had fallen apart when their leader took flight one day and never returned. And it was there, the foreign Pearlcatcher leading the Guardian into the hidden lair inside the hollow cliffs, that Ceto found a place to call home. The shifting elements had driven nearly all dragons away but she soon realized that something else had stayed behind, creatures with powers unlike any dragon she had seen before or lost spirits that haunted the hallways. And at night, when she heard the howling of hounds and saw glittering wisps dancing along stone, she felt the drums rattling inside her chest, anchoring her to this place and the creatures that inhabited it. It was there, that she learned about the origin of Guardians and the stories that were woven into the waves crashing into the cliffs. Sometimes she would stand there, staring at the sea and imagining the beasts and behemoths floating in the Leviathan Trench, and the Water Guardians with their armor and weapons keeping vigil so that their clans could live. But that was not the life that fate had chosen for her. She would protect her new home, on land and in water, but she would not follow the music beckoning her deeper and deeper into the wild sea. Ceto had sworn an oath, an oath of protection, for she knew that they had only been shown a fleeting glimpse of what was to come and she would not allow to see her clan fall. At day, she slumbers, the lagoon calm and quiet, but at night she haunts the sea, roaming it in water or traveling on an old ship, eyes trained on whoever poor soul comes across her. She is a protector, yes, but those that are not of her clan fall to a swift death underneath her claws. Even lost and forgotten souls have need for food and gold and as a protector, well, someone has to supply these things. |
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code by epher #101073 || banner by themythril #171264
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Art by whalesbone #126096
Art by Psycho #29105
Art by whalesbone #126096
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