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Personal Style
Apparel
Skin
Scene
Measurements
Length
4.98 m
Wingspan
5.26 m
Weight
822.46 kg
Genetics
Midnight
Starmap
Starmap
Midnight
Noxtide
Noxtide
Orca
Firefly
Firefly
Hatchday
Breed
Eye Type
Level 7 Skydancer
EXP: 5641 / 11881
STR
4
AGI
5
DEF
4
QCK
9
INT
9
VIT
4
MND
9
Biography
GENERATION 1
L O R I E N 
GRETEEL's LINEDreamwalker
   
Name Meaning: A God of Dreams Invented by Tolkien 
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It was the dark, midnight sky that greeted him first, along with the first whispers of the waves. He was no longer confined in the brittle walls of his egg, he was sure of that as he took his very first breath to the heavens, punctuated by the heavy trepidation, as if the whole expanse of water was holding back. He felt it then, his mother's heartbeat, strong as if coaxing his own. And of another's...even though it was faint, like a distant drum. His wings shivered at the feeling of the salty sea spray as he breathed in the breeze, feeling his mother's own wings wrap around him protectively. The waves seemed to beckon to him. Come to us, it seemed to whisper. The child's eyes widened at the drifting images of turbulent seas and of galleons being tosses back and forth on the tempestuous waves. Yes, we may bring pain... But of beauty... and wonder as well.... Greteel immediately felt the otherworldy tilt in the air, saw through her first born son's eyes the images he watched. She gently nuzzled at his cheek, and the images vanished at once, bringing them back to the stilled ocean. "You display already amazing abilities, my son..." she told him proudly, not minding the imminent danger that she had just passed by. "Strong enough to even induce them while I'm awake..." He was immediately taken by guilt, and clung to her, whining apologetically. Greteel chuckled and carefully wrapped him up in the same net that carried him that far. The child blinked, and soon their entourage was wrapped in the white and gentle maroon glow of a thousand fireflies surrounding them. Greteel stopped midway through the water, looking around in wonder and amazement. She smiled knowingly and gently bumped at her son's head with her own, the jewel on their foreheads gently touching. "Lorien," she whispered to him before he had closed his eyes once more, this time to the blissful take of slumber. |
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There was stillness in the herb-scented air, as if the very night had taken its breath and held it in its inky chest. The sea was calm; there was nothing to be heard but for the whispering of water against the craggy outcrop of the cliff, the flame in the braziers steady and bright with no wind to disturb the licks of fire that cast long shadows all around them. In between those braziers was a low stone table covered in white, a vial of honey and milk accompanying a silver chalice filled with clear water sitting atop its surface, the light of the flames giving them a golden sheen. Three pairs of wings filled the night, descending swiftly but gracefully before the high priestess, who stood behind the table, still facing the sea but turning her back on it as she watched them come down from the sky. There was only a silver crescent up above, the opposite of that moon which cast a bloody glow over the children's birth day... Hanzjel reached the table and bowed, Zelievna and her lifemate Etrix following next. Greteel nodded, acknowledging their presence. All was ready for the children's baptism. Soon, they all heard it, craning their necks to look up at the dragons flying over the same cliff. Lorien, his wings decorated in moonlit regalia, a sword strapped to his waist and looking every inch at and as his mother; the twins: Pythia, inked in twilight and under solar flame; Netanya in a blood red cloak and fire dancing in her eyes; their youngest brother, Stelian, looking every inch a wise king that he is. Along with them came a retinue of the clans they represent...
Which dragons of each of your Witchborne's
representing clans have come forth to witness their baptism? The high priestess greeted each head of the clans that came along with the children before getting to them, Lorien, first of all. The skydancers mirrored each other in stance, Greteel looking him over in pride. She reached up and gently touched her forehead to his. "You've become stronger, my son... And I want you to know how proud your father and I are of you." She then approached the siblings, looking around them with wide but discerning eyes. Greteel gently nuzzled each of their cheek, murmuring greetings. "Our ancestors bless you all in warm tidings." After the other formalities were made, she resumed her stand behind the table once more. “Families and friends we are gathered here today to witness the baptism of these children, born under the Wolf Moon and in the guidance of both Goddess and God, brought forth in the light and lives of those who came before us," Greteel started, the flames from the braziers seeming to leap along each lilt of her voice. She picked up the chalice and gently rubbed each of the Witchborne's foreheads. “I bless you in the spirits of the North and the West, that your ground may be stable no matter how hard the challenge, that you be nourished in the light of the truth you may know, and yet still be attuned to what your heart may tell you through trying times." She then lit an incense candle, and walked around the four children: "I bless you in the spirits of the East and the South, that your strength and passion would never falter in the face of trying times, that your spirituality and faith be guided through the darkest of nights." Greteel went back, and took the vials, and passed each to Hanzjel and Etrix who dutifully unstoppered them and each let low a drop of milk and honey onto the childrens' tongues. “With the blessings of your fathers, I baptize thee with your new names, Lorien, Pythia, Netanya and Stelian. Thou shalt thrive better from which you came, of which we make thee a partaker, than from the water wherewith all thy forefathers baptized thee. I call thee up by baptism, ancestors. Thou shalt now rise again to life and health and receive new limbs. Thou, children, shalt have the same happiness and joy, the strength and conviction, which the deceased have partaken and given in this world. Arise, Witchborne, in flame and in water, come forth." |
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Dearest Mother and Father,
It has been a long while since I have written to you. I have been well within my clan and some brethren have also joined the clan with me. The Gemini Clan is a very peaceful clan and there are many supernatural beings and even other witches.
Though peaceful, I have also found some who have been affected by the plague of the Child-Eaters. My friend, Lucian being one of them. From what I found when he dreamed, he was a guard in his previous clan and he encountered a horrible cult of Child-Eaters. It seemed that they delved in the Shade and tried to create Emperors. Poor Lucian had watched his previous clan be driven to hysteria and when he encountered this beast, he almost lost his life. Suffering from severe PTS, I have been assisting him with gaining a more peaceful sleep and adjusting back into his more retired and relaxing life. Thank the moon, he has been improving and has been calm and even sleeps through the night without my assistance. Despite having a few episodes.
Other members of my clan has also been assisting me on finding the truth. My friend Church has his friends helping me find information. It was hard finding out that young Mylingen was a victim of such tragedy. However, thankfully the youngling doesn’t seem to have any memory of the matter.
Also in the best news is that no case of the wretched Child-Eaters seem to be around the clan. Could be due to the supernatural activities the clan has or the secluded area is? Who knows.
I hope you and father are well. Selene sends her love and she’s doing well. She has befriended an Emperor within the woods where Church protects. The Emperor is oddly peaceful and no bigger than a normal Imperial. She lulls him to sleep with her heavenly voice. It’s a wonder how she can sing. She must have taken lessons from the clan’s sirens.
With love and may the cards be in your favor,
your eldest son, Lorien
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