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Personal Style
Apparel
Skin
Scene
Measurements
Length
4.73 m
Wingspan
7.1 m
Weight
925.9 kg
Genetics
Obsidian
Bar
Bar
Shadow
Shimmer
Shimmer
Lavender
Glimmer
Glimmer
Hatchday
Breed
Eye Type
Level 1 Skydancer
EXP: 0 / 245
STR
4
AGI
5
DEF
4
QCK
9
INT
9
VIT
4
MND
9
Biography
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Poe Writer | Battle Mage |
Poe wandered into the clan starved and scraped up by who knows what. With him was only his Death Seeker, Bran, and a book and quill. Willow got him quickly patched up, and despite Pandora's encouraging words to leave, Poe opted to stay. It was a good thing he did to, because he quickly became friends - and eventually mates - with Kiri, who was still grieving over the disappearance of her long-time mate Kiyoshi. Poe would listen to her stories of the Starwood Strand and transform them into wonderful tales of adventure and fantasy. However, there was always one constant in his stories the damsel in distress was a black Skydancer with shimmering blue-green wings. When Kiri eventually asked him why she was always the damsel, Poe said it was because he wanted to save her from her sorrows. These words encouraged her to come out of her shell, and eventually the two fell madly in love. Though they are close, Poe is usually in their den while Kiri is out training and protecting the clan. Which is fine, because Poe is doing what he does best; writing. |
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bio code by anxiousghost
Poe has the dream again. It's the third night in a row, the same dream, playing itself over and over like a stubborn child trying to get its way. And he knew, no matter how hard he tried to fight it, the dream would win. He wouldn't get sleep until he wrote it down.
Poe made a deal with a demon. A spirit. It came to him in the form of a crow, its shining black feathers incorporeal and beautiful. He stumbled upon it while sulking through the tangled woods one night. "For what do you wish?" it asked, in a lilting voice.
Poe rolled his eyes. "To be a better writer."
The next night, the dreams came. Dark, twisted tales. The story would repeat itself in a dream, night after night, until finally, when trying to explain it to a friend in a letter, he wrote it down. He had a few days of peaceful sleep until a new dream came. Like before, the dark story haunted his nights. He fought it. This what not what he wished. He wanted to write things people wanted to read, and no one wanted to read this macbre horrors.
But every night, like the beating of a heart, the dreams came, until he would give in and write the stories he was being forced to write. He felt walled in, trapped alive by the spirit he accidentally made a deal with. Soon his room was filled with parchment, scrolls, discarded writings. He was drowning in it. Forced to spend so much time writing the dreams, he gave up writing the things he wanted to write. The weight fell down on him like a dark cloud.
Itd been days since the clan saw him, but he insisted he be left to his solitude. Pinned to his door was a note that read-
"Sadly, I know
I am shorn of my strength,
And no muscle I move
As I lie at full length—
But no matter!—I feel
I am better at length.
My tantalized spirit
Here blandly reposes,
Forgetting, or never
Regretting, its roses—
Its old agitations...
Of parchment and roses"
(Lore snippit by @DetectivePopcorn!)
Poe made a deal with a demon. A spirit. It came to him in the form of a crow, its shining black feathers incorporeal and beautiful. He stumbled upon it while sulking through the tangled woods one night. "For what do you wish?" it asked, in a lilting voice.
Poe rolled his eyes. "To be a better writer."
The next night, the dreams came. Dark, twisted tales. The story would repeat itself in a dream, night after night, until finally, when trying to explain it to a friend in a letter, he wrote it down. He had a few days of peaceful sleep until a new dream came. Like before, the dark story haunted his nights. He fought it. This what not what he wished. He wanted to write things people wanted to read, and no one wanted to read this macbre horrors.
But every night, like the beating of a heart, the dreams came, until he would give in and write the stories he was being forced to write. He felt walled in, trapped alive by the spirit he accidentally made a deal with. Soon his room was filled with parchment, scrolls, discarded writings. He was drowning in it. Forced to spend so much time writing the dreams, he gave up writing the things he wanted to write. The weight fell down on him like a dark cloud.
Itd been days since the clan saw him, but he insisted he be left to his solitude. Pinned to his door was a note that read-
"Sadly, I know
I am shorn of my strength,
And no muscle I move
As I lie at full length—
But no matter!—I feel
I am better at length.
My tantalized spirit
Here blandly reposes,
Forgetting, or never
Regretting, its roses—
Its old agitations...
Of parchment and roses"
(Lore snippit by @DetectivePopcorn!)
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