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Varasha

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Level 1 Skydancer

Familiar

Frigid Gem Guardian

Energy: 0/50

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Measurements

Length

3.22 m

Wingspan

6.88 m

Weight

405.65 kg

Genetics

Obsidian
Starmap

White
Bee

White
Lace

Hatchday

Jan 16, 2019
(5 years)

Breed

Adult
Skydancer

Eye Type

Ice
Common

Level 1 Skydancer

EXP: 0 / 245

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Biography

V A R A S H A

Clan Leader • War Veteran • Fight Training

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B A C K S T O R Y

From her time as a young hatchling, she was raised up in a very strict family. But her family was far from ordinary and kind. Unlike other clans, they believed in a different king, a different God. Varasha was raised to worship that God, to follow the laws and restrictions, while everybody would judge her, no questions asked. When she did ask, she was met with the same excuses. The older and wiser she became, the more it seemed to become ridiculous. So she faked it, faked she was in accordance of what they wanted.

But that couldn't keep her curious side contained. She had not had real friends outside of her lair. So she would sneak out, meeting other dragons that were more opening of her circumstances and helped her to find what she really wanted in life. Her elders became suspicious of her, her motivation to fake diminishing. Then one night, someone saw her leaving. They followed her, they heard her. She vented to the other dragons, how much she hated living there, and she didn't know how much longer she could stand it. That everything she was taught, felt like a giant scam, a cult. They alerted the elders immediately, and she was banished from her lair. They would not welcome her back unless she repented.

Her pride was strong, however, and she swore to never come back. She would not give in to the pressure of an empty promise. So she wandered, she did not know where her companions disappeared to, and she didn't want to harm them. For months she walked the icy planes, swam across to the land of arcanians, snuck through the harsh lands of the plague, before she reached the land of shadows. Cold, with no food or water, having traveled for months, she collapsed. Feeling her body sink into the mud below her, she closed her eyes to rest. Hearing some rustling far off, but exhausted to move, she succumbed before hearing voices call out to her. A local clan had found her while they were out hunting for food. They carried her back to their lair to treat her.

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_The Arrival_

____When she came back to reality, she was wrapped in bandages that were healing some of her small injuries. She looked beside her to see some plants and insects in a bowl. With a bowl of water next to it. Extremely thankful of the kind souls who saved her, while she finally got some food in her stomach. Feeling energized, she peered outside the cave entrance, to see an entire lair full of dragons. With such a diversity, that it was overwhelming. She longed to belong to a lair like this, where everybody accepted the others differences, that it didn't change their opinion on the other. There was a Tundra, the only one in the lair of his kind, perched above them all, looking down at them with a satisfied look on his features. He spotted her from afar, and waltzed over to her. Making sure she hadn't suffered any more injuries than what they saw, and to make sure she had eaten what they left out for her.

____He learned of her dark past, and offered her to stay here. Where this family could then watch out for her, just as long as she did the same. With a smile that put stars to shame, tears threatening to spill, she accepted his gracious offer. From that day, Telkun became a father figure to her. Teaching her everything she needed to know. How to hunt for the lair, fighting the aggressive wildlife, using her powers, and flying. Life was finally turning around for her, but all good things come to an end. A rivaling clan saw their happiness, and became jealous. They assassinated Telkun, leaving the entire lair in anger and turmoil. Varasha took it the hardest, and ordered together a party to hunt down the leader of the rival clan. For her soul, and many others, sought revenge and justice for what they had done.

_The War_

____At the far edges of The Tangled Woods, they spotted it. The lair that called itself "Moarte pentru onoare", meaning Death for Honor. They spent hours scouting the activity, when their hunting parties would leave, how long they would be gone, when they would come back, and when the residents would sleep. But they had yet to see of the leader. So, Varasha snuck in when all of them slept, to find where his quarters was located. In this room where he slept, a painting of the world map was strung up. Where multiple "X"'s in bold red were crossed off. Her blood boiling in anger, as she realized the fresh paint of an X laid over her lair. They had killed many more tribe leaders than she had known. The time to act was now, with the adrenaline rushing through her, as she told her allies what she saw.

____They began to enter, but a guard she didn't run into before caught them. He was the first to be struck down, but the entire lair had been alerted now.The battle raged for days, the heat of the sun and cold on the moon beating on their scales. Dragons from both sides fell, but no one had time to stop and mourn, for if they did, all this effort would be lost. With a sickened grin, Gore heart, their leader, attacked her with no intent of mercy. Deep gashes being struck down on her, while she could barely fight him back, she felt her end draw nearer. When Draselph, Telkuns' mate, stunned him long enough for her to finally fight back. Mustering all the energy left in her body, she sunk her fangs into his neck, and used her talons to cut through the membrane of his wings. Finally, he had fallen. She fell into a pit of darkness, to rest while the war raged on. Her allies carried her home once again, to treat to her and so many others wounds.

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