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Branwen

(#47282455)

Level 1 Skydancer

Familiar

Ichor Nymph

Energy: 0/50

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Measurements

Length

4.4 m

Wingspan

3.62 m

Weight

810.13 kg

Genetics

Grape
Starmap

Royal
Constellation

Royal
Firefly

Hatchday

Nov 30, 2018
(5 years)

Breed

Adult
Skydancer

Eye Type

Arcane
Common

Level 1 Skydancer

EXP: 0 / 245

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AGI

DEF

QCK

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VIT

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Biography

Branwen

Full time psychopath

SACRIFICES:

_{EXALT

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B I O G R A P H Y

T he small galaxy-like dragon stood in the middle of the battlefield, his tail lashed with fury. Only days ago, he had been an average, happy Skydancer. That world had been lost within a black hole, almost like it never existed. Now he was overtaken by an intense urge to cause chaos.
Although he was capable of killing many, he only needed one victim.

A bright blue Coatl screeched in the air, Branwen’s eyes followed the foolish dragon as it barrelled towards him, talons outstretched and ready to draw blood. Instead of hitting Branwen, they plunged full speed into the ground. The cruel Skydancer, who was now perched impossibly on the bows of a dead tree let out a small giggle at the Coatl’s fatal mistake. He leaped gracefully from the branch and wandered down the hill. This dragon was not the victim he’d intended.
He spotted an adequate opponent.

Branwen charged at a colossal Imperial, who chuckled at the adorable dragon. His laugh was abruptly cut short as a deep purple tendril wrapped tightly around his slim neck. He frantically grabbed at the dark coil that cut off his breathing, but his claws passed right through it. Liquid shadows, as it seemed were writhing up through the barren ground and curling up around his legs, pulling him to the ground with a thud.

Branwen thought the look of panic on his face was priceless.

Every desperate effort the imperial and his allies made failed. There was no freeing him.

The Imperial was dead within minutes.

Throughout the hazy small marketplace, almost every eye was drawn towards the swirling purple Skydancer who was reminiscent of a starry night sky. His tufted tail left a smoky trail as he walked, slowly drifting and swirling until it dissipated into the dim atmosphere.
Dragons of every breed swarmed around him, thinking he was wealthy upon seeing his golden robes, attempting to sell him their knickknacks and trinkets. They were hushed by an unseen hand, a silent shadow.

While Branwen was beautiful, the same couldn’t be said about his personality.
He hadn’t always been this way, he was once a simple, dull Skydancer with somewhat unfortunate colours, but he was happy nonetheless. Now, after the harsh touch of the god Kalun, he had been transformed into a stone-hearted embodiment of space’s cruel nature. He had no emotions… at least not any of the good ones.

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_ Poem by vimai_

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Black, white, grey
He wasn’t always so colourful;
Fading into the background
Black, white, black, white,

Black, white–
And then strangely the touch of a god.
A being...
Ethereal.

____L Beautiful, blinding, bright.
A smudge of purple paint,
on a black canvas.
A splash of colour in a dark world

Black, white, and somehow, purple.
Yet perhaps purple was not right for him.

Chaos, calamity, war.
Sadistic amusement to befit his beauty,
He lets his power grip tighter.

He decided– as the blood pours to the floor– that red was much more his colour.

_Poem by Kipuka _

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mile, and you might win my pity
Dearest, can't you see?
The structure, the pattern,
Weaving your fate
Through the mirror
Dearest, don't you enjoy?
The hollow heart
The crowd rejoice
I wonder
What would hurt more
A dreading future
Or a loss of faith?

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(Moodboard by SrtaZ42)

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