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Drip

(#4665120)

Level 2 Imperial

Familiar

Buff Dunerunner

Energy: 47/50

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Length

30.96 m

Wingspan

20.21 m

Weight

7243.43 kg

Genetics

Slate
Iridescent

Steel
Shimmer

Teal
Thylacine

Hatchday

Jul 05, 2014
(9 years)

Breed

Adult
Imperial

Eye Type

Shadow
Common

Level 2 Imperial

EXP: 625 / 641

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Biography

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"The art of medicine consists in amusing the patient while nature cures the disease. "
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There exists a place within each dragon’s mind to which they can retreat. Not all dragons can do this easily, many require years of practice to be able to slip into its folds, but all those who do agree on one thing: It is the single most blissful experience they’ve ever had. Some dragons have used this place to meditate and expand their consciousness. These dragons are known to most as “dwellers.” They show profound magical abilities in one or more disciplines. Only one is known to exist in the Forum of the Obscured Crescent, and she goes by the name of Drip.

If one were to ask her about this place, she’d smile knowingly and turn away. Any dweller of any worth knows that the most sacred thing about their mind is that it is locked away behind a careful wall of secrets. It is because of this secrecy that the lessons learned within are so potent. To share them is to reduce the effectiveness of one’s true power by giving pieces of that power away. There have been, in hushed whispers, stories told of dwellers who chose to share their knowledge with their lairs. These lairs have never been found.

So she has made her home in the Tangled Wood, in a little lair in the Forum of the Obscured Crescent covered by brambles. She keeps to herself, serves the her matron--Meila--diligently, and studies. She heals those in need of it and befriends those who deserve it. She lives a rather simple life overall for one in such a unique position. Truthfully, she wouldn’t have it any other way.

Though it wasn’t always so. Drip has seen her fair share of excitement, and sometimes she’s even inclined to share her stories. Though she calls the Tangled Wood her home, she has ventured far and wide and has seen many things that other dragons cannot even hope to. In particular she found her calling in the Sea of a Thousand Currents, somewhere deep in its swirling depths. Many of her wanderings took her there again and again. Still, in all the times she’s dove into its waters she hasn’t found what tugs at her heart so strongly.

Her favorite story to tell is the one of her mate--Splash. His name is quite apt, if you ask her and Meila, of course. She can recount the tale of their meeting with perfect clarity and will do so, sometimes without prompting, to any ear that will give her the time.

It goes a little something like this.

It was a quiet day. Drip had perched herself on one of the bamboo covered terraces that covered the Windswept Plateau. The wind at her back and the sea spray at her front had made for a wonderfully relaxing mix and she had found herself drifting in and out of attention for hours now. She was warm, content, and for now her wanderlust was quiet. All was well.

She mused about the contents of the churning currents below her. A keen eye could catch beautiful rainbows of scales glittering beneath the water, dancing in and out of view as the dragons of the Sea of a Thousand Currents went about their daily lives. It was serenity beyond serenity to an outsider like she. The simplest of spectacles never failed to dazzle her senses.

A glint off to the left caught her eye and she lazily turned her head, regarding it with disinterest for a moment. That disinterest quickly turned into worry which quickly turned into panic. An Imperial was plummeting through the air, wings limp at his sides. She quickly leapt into action, bounding the few feet it took to reach the edge of the terrace before spreading her wings and leaping off, letting the wind currents carry her up. She beat furiously, gaining momentum before spiraling to change her direction and shooting towards the falling dragon. He had just begun to hit the waters below when she snagged him in her claws. The extra weight was more than she bargained for and for a moment the Sea of a Thousand Currents threatened to bring them both to their maker, but she caught a particularly strong updraft and was able to take him back to her terrace.

“Are you alright?” She panted hard, nudging him to where his head was facing upward. His eyes were open but if he was seeing anything he wasn’t letting it on. “Sir? Excuse me?”

“The...dark…” The words were quiet, spaced out. Drip strained to hear.

“The dark?”

“The...dark...ness…” His voice faltered and for a moment Drip was certain she’d lost him when suddenly he sat up straight, eyes wide, heaving breaths as he cried out, “IT’S COMING!” before falling to the ground once more.

“Oh goodness gracious Drip, what have you gotten yourself into.” She mumbled to herself before sighing, “Alright, let’s...get you somewhere I can take care of you.”

This was easier said than done. It took her nearly two weeks of constant struggling to get the half conscious Imperial back to her lair in the Tangled Wood, and another three days to get him to say anything coherent.

“So you’ve got a new friend there, hm?” The voice of her clan’s leader reached her ears. She turned from where she’d been studying the slumbering dragon.

“Honestly, Meila, I’m not sure what I have. He sure tried to make quite the splash, tumbling out of the sky as he did.”

“Splash?” Meila mused and Drip sighed, rolling her eyes.

“Oh Meila, are we really keeping him?”

“I think you’ve already decided that for me, dear Drip.” She laughed and stepped into the room, looking him over with her clanmate. “He’s sick?”

“I think so. There’s signs of...well signs of something very not good. It’s like the Shade but…”

“But if it was he should be dead.”

“Yes.”

“And he isn’t?”

“No. This has clearly been going on for quite some time, too. This spread…” She pointed to black, veiny markings all along his body, “It has to have been here for awhile for it to be this advanced.”

“Are you going to fix him?”

Drip thought on that for a few moments before sighing, “Yes, I’ll try. I believe...I believe I must at least do that.”

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"Meditation can help us embrace our worries, our fear, our anger; and that is very healing. We let our own natural capacity of healing do the work. "
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Made with pieces from Mibella and TheWindBloom

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