Whiskey
(#46944857)
Level 1 Spiral
Rum
Augite Protector
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Energy: 35/50
This dragon’s natural inborn element is Light.
Male Spiral
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Personal Style
Apparel
Skin
Scene
Measurements
Length
2.65 m
Wingspan
3.16 m
Weight
109.36 kg
Genetics
Oilslick
Skink
Skink
Oilslick
Toxin
Toxin
Oilslick
Crackle
Crackle
Hatchday
Breed
Eye Type
Level 1 Spiral
EXP: 0 / 245
STR
5
AGI
9
DEF
5
QCK
8
INT
6
VIT
6
MND
6
Lineage
Parents
Offspring
Biography
★★★ Knight of the Stardust Clan ★★★
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★★★ Born in the mysterious glittering land of the Sunbeam Ruins, this lovely oilslick Spiral fell in love with the ways of light from the start of his life. As a hatchling, he spent his days scouring the Mirrorlight Promenade with his friends, searching for lost artifacts and admiring the ancient architecture. Whiskey could sometimes spend hours in the sun, soaking up the warmth and curling up under the massive structures of his clan, watching the intricate way the sun set and rose every day, fascinated by the radiance of his little corner of the world. Content, courageous, and captivating. Those were the words his clanmates would use to describe him, and as he matured, Whiskey’s high-strung energy and unconcealable zest for life would brighten the Sunbeam Ruins even more. He was a Light dragon at heart, true and deep and pure. So how in the world did he end up in the dark and deceiving Shadow Realm? Despite Whiskey’s generally positive and happy-go-lucky attitude, he was no stranger to war. The Lightweaver demanded of his clan strength and sacrifice when it came to fighting the rising Beastclans, but here and there, Whiskey trained in the Coliseum with the warriors of his birth clan. While Whiskey was nothing remarkable, he could hold his own. Mostly, his unpredictable flight patterns and impressive agility saved him from the majority of the attacks, but time and time again his instructors urged him to learn hand-to-hand combat. Whiskey brushed the suggestions off; he didn’t intend to become a great warrior. In truth, Whiskey didn’t know what he really wanted to do. All he knew was that he wanted to stay in the Light Realm and perhaps study architecture or become an archeologist. Fighting and killing—that just wasn’t the life the hyper Spiral wanted to live. Of course, that was back when Whiskey was young and naïve. And before the Fire Realm attacked. It was a small siege of no more than a hundred dragons of the Ashfall Waste, but it was enough to send Whiskey’s birth clan into a frenzy. The Light warriors immediately abounded on the battlefield, some screeching in warning and others already slashing at their foes. The sky was filled with Imperials clawing and diving while Mirrors and Wildclaws secured the ground, circling their targets before pouncing. The beautiful fantasy Whiskey had lived in his whole life shattered as glass in a storm as pools of blood stained his body. Lacking the skills his fellow warriors possessed, Whiskey assisted with hiding the younglings instead. Thankfully, there were plenty of hiding spots within the broken buildings of the Sunbeam Ruins. But the battle lasted longer than anyone expected, and soon Whiskey’s clan had to move further West, where the trees turned black as night and creatures scuttled just out of sight. Many Shadow dragons whispered sweet reassurances to Whiskey as he hid his clan’s hatchlings in the Tangled Wood, but he ignored their deceptive remarks. He knew that he was not safe, but it was only temporary—just until the battle in the Light Realm was over. But the days stretched on and on, the nights eternal and the darkness abundant. His hatchlings, after a time, begged for their parents and returned home on their own, leaving Whiskey alone in the Tangled Wood. Whiskey’s efforts had seemed in vain, for he had no idea if the hatchlings would return to a messy battle or a safe haven. Either way, his guilt ate away at him. If only he’d been a stronger fighter, a better warrior, a knight in shining armor… Whiskey would swear that his life changed when Stargazer found him huddled asleep under a tree. The starry Spiral emitted otherworldly power—strong, immense, shimmering, almost as if he himself possessed arcane magic that dawned on the brink of cosmic exploration. Whiskey was taken aback, but Stargazer assured him he came in peace. In fact, Stargazer urged Whiskey to travel deeper into the Tangled Wood, far from the fires that burned across the Sundial Terrace. Whiskey almost conceded, but his birth clan was still in trouble. Stargazer once again insisted that it was safer to hide in the Tangled Wood with his clan, which Whiskey soon learned was named the Stardust Clan. But Whiskey refused, and when he returned to his birth clan in the Mirrorlight Promenade, he saw the charred skulls and crisped bodies of his clanmates. A wave of…he didn’t know what to feel, but a hodgepodge of different emotions flooded Whiskey’s veins, drowning him. He saw friends, instructors, family, fellow trainees. Warriors who fought far more bravely than he could’ve ever dared to hope. Their burned scales glistened under the red glow of dying fires, and Whiskey couldn’t hold back his sobs any longer. But when he heard the soft screech of hatchlings, his hope returned. Whiskey scooped up as many hatchlings as he could—who had hidden themselves in the Beacon of the Radiant Eye—and flew away with only one destination in mind: the Stardust Clan of the Wispwillow Grove. Stargazer, although sympathetic, concealed most of his emotions when Whiskey stumbled into his lair. Stargazer was no stranger to the ugliness of death, but rather than dwell on it, he offered Whiskey a chance to fight for his clan. Starcatcher immediately took the Light hatchlings Whiskey had saved and began to care for them, finding parents to love and nurture them. Left alone with the clan leader, Whiskey considered the offer. He could fight—he would fight—to protect those who had protected him. The shadows and darkness and tricks and danger—they were no longer unnatural flights of terror, but instead his new safe place. The Stardust Clan was his second chance to be the warrior his birth clan had needed him to be. And this time, he wouldn’t let them down. As the youngest and newest member of the highly respectable Stardust Knights, Whiskey had much to learn. The ways of the Shadowbinder was vastly different than that of the Lightweaver, and Whiskey trained with some of the most fearsome dragons in Sornieth. Despite the atrocities Whiskey witnessed, he retained his optimistic outlook on life, trying his best in, well, everything. It was strange being a Light dragon in a shadow clan, and Whiskey often sought the company of fellow Light dragons, like Solar and Helios, but in time, the Stardust Clan became even more familiar than the Sunbeam Ruins. And when his two worlds collided—Light and Shadow—it was as if the soft touch of a dove had mitigated his two conflicting elements. Whiskey was both light and dark, fighting in the shadows in search of a brighter future. | xxxxxxxxxxxx |
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