Isolt
(#48009292)
Speedy Messenger
Familiar
Primrose Mith
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Energy: 45/50
This dragon’s natural inborn element is Wind.
Female Nocturne
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Personal Style
Apparel
Skin
Scene
Measurements
Length
5.51 m
Wingspan
7.69 m
Weight
477.93 kg
Genetics
Copper
Falcon
Falcon
Flaxen
Freckle
Freckle
Umber
Smirch
Smirch
Hatchday
Breed
Eye Type
Level 1 Nocturne
EXP: 0 / 245
STR
7
AGI
6
DEF
7
QCK
6
INT
6
VIT
6
MND
7
Biography
Who knows not the tragedy of Tristan and Isolt?
The fair-haired Cornish harper whose hands held steel and string,
And Ireland's greatest treasure, borne like Helen 'cross the water
While the waves approaching bowed before her beauty.
All who've heard the telling know the blind and bitter Fates
Placed the cup of love's sweet poison to unconsenting lips;
And as plank fell home to timber and the King beheld his lady,
Carols rang within the church and seagulls screamed.
All the harpers labour on their agonies of passion,
Unfulfilled and ever straining like lodestones to the North.
But few will ever mention how the cold breath of the northlands
Let them lie at last as one without deceit.
When Tristan could no longer bear the shame of guilty conscience,
He took ship to far Bretagne, half-hearted and bereft.
He cast aside his music, cut the strings which brought him joy
And took solace in the fury of the field.
Praise grew up around him like the corn around a boulder
As the Cornishman did battle with demons in and out.
In singing sword and thunder Tristan vainly sought distraction
Yet she whispered in the silence of the slain.
In the way of warriors rewarding noble heroes,
Fairest Blanchmaine of the Bretons was given for his wife.
But Blanchmaine knew no pleasure
From her cold and grieving husband
For the marble face of memory was his bride.
In that time, the country was beset with Eden's serpents
And the basest of all creatures can bring the highest low.
Two poisons coursed within him, and none could be his saviour
But the healing arts of Ireland and Isolt.
Wings of hope departed, struggling North against the tempest
With tender words entreating for mercy and for grace:
If his love no longer moved her hoist the black into the rigging
But if white brought them together he would wait.
Daylight creeping downward
Tristan's demons massed against him
And the words of his delusions brought hidden love to light.
While the woman he had married,
But to whom he'd given nothing,
Sat her long and jealous vigil by his side.
Morning framed the answer walking lightly o'er the water
Like Christ's own victory banner, it flew toward the shore...
It was white as angels' raiments-- but when feebly he begged her,
Fairest Blanchemaine softly told him, "'Tis of night."
Who can say which venom took the soul from Tristan's body,
And the bells began their tolling as Isolt ran up the strand:
The wind grew slow and silent as she wept upon her lover
And in gentleness it took her grief away.
Side by side they laid them with the earth their separation;
Even yet, they were divided by the morals of the world.
But their spirits spiralled upwards,
Ireland's briar and Cornwall's rose,
And together at the last, they lay entwined.
- By Heather Dale
The fair-haired Cornish harper whose hands held steel and string,
And Ireland's greatest treasure, borne like Helen 'cross the water
While the waves approaching bowed before her beauty.
All who've heard the telling know the blind and bitter Fates
Placed the cup of love's sweet poison to unconsenting lips;
And as plank fell home to timber and the King beheld his lady,
Carols rang within the church and seagulls screamed.
All the harpers labour on their agonies of passion,
Unfulfilled and ever straining like lodestones to the North.
But few will ever mention how the cold breath of the northlands
Let them lie at last as one without deceit.
When Tristan could no longer bear the shame of guilty conscience,
He took ship to far Bretagne, half-hearted and bereft.
He cast aside his music, cut the strings which brought him joy
And took solace in the fury of the field.
Praise grew up around him like the corn around a boulder
As the Cornishman did battle with demons in and out.
In singing sword and thunder Tristan vainly sought distraction
Yet she whispered in the silence of the slain.
In the way of warriors rewarding noble heroes,
Fairest Blanchmaine of the Bretons was given for his wife.
But Blanchmaine knew no pleasure
From her cold and grieving husband
For the marble face of memory was his bride.
In that time, the country was beset with Eden's serpents
And the basest of all creatures can bring the highest low.
Two poisons coursed within him, and none could be his saviour
But the healing arts of Ireland and Isolt.
Wings of hope departed, struggling North against the tempest
With tender words entreating for mercy and for grace:
If his love no longer moved her hoist the black into the rigging
But if white brought them together he would wait.
Daylight creeping downward
Tristan's demons massed against him
And the words of his delusions brought hidden love to light.
While the woman he had married,
But to whom he'd given nothing,
Sat her long and jealous vigil by his side.
Morning framed the answer walking lightly o'er the water
Like Christ's own victory banner, it flew toward the shore...
It was white as angels' raiments-- but when feebly he begged her,
Fairest Blanchemaine softly told him, "'Tis of night."
Who can say which venom took the soul from Tristan's body,
And the bells began their tolling as Isolt ran up the strand:
The wind grew slow and silent as she wept upon her lover
And in gentleness it took her grief away.
Side by side they laid them with the earth their separation;
Even yet, they were divided by the morals of the world.
But their spirits spiralled upwards,
Ireland's briar and Cornwall's rose,
And together at the last, they lay entwined.
- By Heather Dale
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