Cirrus
(#44878908)
Matriarch
Rakara
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Energy: 10/50
This dragon’s natural inborn element is Shadow.
Female Fae
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Personal Style
Apparel
Skin
Scene
Measurements
Length
0.52 m
Wingspan
0.9 m
Weight
2.82 kg
Genetics
Shadow
Tapir
Tapir
Denim
Morph
Morph
Sky
Ghost
Ghost
Hatchday
Breed
Eye Type
Level 1 Fae
EXP: 134 / 245
STR
5
AGI
8
DEF
5
QCK
6
INT
8
VIT
5
MND
8
Biography
Shrewd
Opportunistic Resourceful   Partner: Kalen
Stats
Job: Matriarch Guides the clan with a subtle, but firm hand.  
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The Queen
When lead to the ruler of the clan, you will find yourself lead not to a throne, but a comfortable armchair in the library, in which is sat a stocky little guardian with his head buried in a thick tome. He looks... Odd. His body is small, but his wings are so large that even when folded up they are almost the same size as him. He's dressed in light, flowing clothes, yet also wears heavy plates of armour, with skulls and feathers draped across his legs. His voice, when he speaks up, is slow and calm, but holds the same commanding tone as a lion's growl.
"...do you seek the matriach? I will get her attention."
He lowers his tome, revealing a pair of dark, gentle eyes, and... another, smaller pair of eyes. Perched comfortably upon one of his curled horns is a miniscule fae, small by even their standards of size. She, like her mate, is built rather solidly for her size, with wide wings tucked neatly away behind her. Against his warm red and orange tones she is like a blot of ink; black scales, dark eyes, mottled blue-black wings. She's dressed in the dark garb of a mage, surrounded by tiny floating candles and arcane scrolls, her round face obscured under a dark hood. Her tiny, thick tail curls around her mate's horn, and silence fills the room as she tears her eyes from the tome that had been lowered and instead lays her judging gaze on those in front of her. Her fins twitch almost imperceptibly, and she leans forward, muttering something into her mate's ear, for him to repeat louder.
"What is it you want?"
Cirrus is the diminutive matriarch of the clan. Though she will say that she is no higher than any others, all of them defer to her words. It is a silent but unquestionable authority she holds; others may offer ideas to her, but it is always her who makes the important decisions. To other clans, it may often seem as if she is a shy and meek thing, hiding behind her mate and letting her clan do as they please. This is partially true; she does not talk when she sees no reason to, and never seems to give vocal orders... Though all her clan learn quickly to understand the subtle changes in her body language and their meanings. Displeasure, approval, affirmation, anger, fear, respect, threat... A great many things can be shown through the shifting of wings and rasing of frills. She is no shy little slip of a shadow, just a subtle one. If anything, she can be quite capricious... She will discard long-held plans in a second if she finds a better opportunity for her and her clan. It's how she's managed to keep the place vibrant and alive, by adapting to whatever's thrown her way for whatever will bring the most fortune for her and her clan. Cirrus started this clan with Kalen at her side; she had been out gathering food one day, and Kalen had simply... appeared, pushing through the brambles with a smile. He politely introduced himself to her, and asked if she wouldn't mind letting him stay with her. He had searched all across the land for many years, and when he had seen her there, gathering crickets, he knew suddenly that there was nowhere else he needed to be. Rather liking the idea of having a big, strong guardian at her side, she agreed to let him be her companion. She never really intended to grow close to him, but he was a quiet, agreeable soul and after a while she rather warmed to him. Unfortunately, her clan refused to let him stay with them; they were all fae, their tiny roosts weaved into the gaps between the thickets and brambles. There was no chance that a dragon as large as him could ever stay there. She'd been with them all her life, but after a month she decided that she'd rather find somewhere to live with him than let him have to scrape his way into the brambles every day. So, one night she simply took all of her belongings and money, found where he was sleeping, kicked him awake and told him that they were running away together starting now. Assuming this was another one of her many sudden good ideas, he got up, took what he had and followed her out of the Foxfire Bramble, towards whatever direction she thought best. They were travelling for about five months, passing from place to place before they finally decided to find a place to settle down. Well, really, it was more that on their way through the Driftwood Drags to the sea Cirrus simply decided that she had gotten tired and so they stopped in a natural dam for the night, and then another night, and another, and they decided that they were actually quite content here, and started to make the dam into a more permanent home. This is where the clan started; a few logs, some sap and two dragons who had simply made this the latest of their impulsive decisions. |
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