Prisma
(#49309342)
For choice.
Familiar
Snowy Owlynx
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This dragon’s natural inborn element is Water.
Female Fae
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Personal Style
Apparel
Skin
Scene
Measurements
Length
1.61 m
Wingspan
1.51 m
Weight
2.38 kg
Genetics
White
Crystal
Crystal
Ice
Butterfly
Butterfly
Cream
Underbelly
Underbelly
Hatchday
Breed
Eye Type
Level 1 Fae
EXP: 0 / 245
STR
4
AGI
5
DEF
4
QCK
9
INT
9
VIT
4
MND
9
Lineage
Parents
Offspring
- Peridot
- Iris
- Mauve
- Chocolate
- Lemon
- Dust
- Cascade
- Ice
- Black
- Orchid
- Magenta
- Sable
- Crocodile
- Cream
- Fuschia
- Cyan
- Pear
- Carmine
- Taupe
- Metals
- Teal
- Seafoam
- Sand
- Tarnish
- Plum
- Orca
- Abyss
- Antique
- Blush
- Maize
- Sanguine
- Tan
- Peacock
- Stonewash
- Fog
- PeacockII
- TanII
- MauveII
- CreamII
- Marigold
- Lavender
- Pthalo
- Amber
- Tangerine
- Auburn
- OrchidII
- IrisII
- PlumII
- Nikifor
- Purple
- Stonewash
- Moss
- Lead
- Mint
- Shadow
- Spearmint
- Cherry
- Fire
- Sanddollar
- Moon
- Cerise
- Periwinkle
- Coal
- Cyan
- Tomato
- Saffron
- Watermelon
- Watermelon
- Auburn
- Cantaloupe
- Cerise
- Silver
- Spearmint
- Aqua
- Aba
- Moonborn
- Fuchsia
- Indigo
- Seafoam
- Wisteria
- Blood
- Aqua
- Turquoise
- Hunter
- Peacock
- Jade
- Iris
- Tan
- Mauve
- Orange
- Flaxen
- Orchid
- Swamp
- Andaristo
- Blue
- Strawberry
- Marigold
- Magenta
- Beige
- Saffron
- Ice
- Lead
- Tangerine
- Bubblegum
- Ivory
- Violet
- Sapphire
- Overcast
- Eggplant
- Leaf
- Cornflower
- Mulberry
- Wine
- Tarnish
- Cantaloupe
- Mauve
- Sorry
- Sorry
- Brayth
- Clash
- Aludra
- Kapteyn
- Enn
Biography
Rainbow Road Challenge dragon
It was said that it could grant your deepest wish
It could change the past, legend said. It could write the future. It could make dragons fall into and out of love. It could cure the sick and make the old young again. It could bring dragons back from the dead without a scale out of place.
All you had to do was complete the Prismatic Shrine's test. It was an ancient and powerful monument to light, still standing pristine and opal-white while the ruins around it crumbled to dust. No one had heard of a dragon who had gone to find it and had come back alive.
Many assumed the Shrine's trial was one of strength, or of magic, or of cunning. It was not.
Prisma came because of loneliness. Her clan had wanted her to serve the Tidelord, but Prisma wanted to settle down somewhere. She left in the dead of night, when everyone was asleep, and was caught only by the elderly mirror keeping watch. The mirror said nothing, only watched, remorsefully, as Prisma walked past. Eye contact was made. When Prisma returned it was as if the whole lair had never existed, like the sea had washed it away.
So Prisma wandered Sorineth, searching for a place to settle down and start a family.
The imperial panicked. Prisma set the crystalline egg down quickly, like a child holding something they weren't supposed to when the teacher came in. But in the next second she was enchanted, captured. The crystal eggs shuddered, and crumbled. They hatched.
In the fading pieces of the shells, two very small hatchlings rested, one in the imperial's hands, one on the edge of the altar where Prisma had set the egg. Prisma and the imperial shared a frightened glance while the skydancer leaned in, intrigued.
"I've heard of abandoned eggs before." The skydancer observed. "But never baubles coming to life."
"Jewelry box fae." Prisma piped up. One of them had... appeared? Animated? In her home clan once.
"That's not what I mean." The skydancer seemed insulted.
"It's just- Not impossible, right?" Prisma tore her eyes away from the mewling hatchlings for a moment. "We're at a shrine that's supposed to give out wishes, right?"
The skydancer opened his mouth to say something, but the gesturing of the imperial caught both of their attention. The skydancer interrupted the gestures somewhat rudely.
"What? What's he doing?" Prisma's gaze hardened in annoyance as she waited for the imperial to finish speaking.
"So where's the wishes?"
"Ah!" Oracle exclaimed, "Why is this so hard!"
"It's cause you're an idiot, Orkky," Prisma quipped, munching on a moth leg from the basket, to Oracle's exasperation.
Oracle side eyed her with pretentious exhaustion, his delicate claws clenched around the bug net. "If I had a little HELP..." He fussed, swinging, and missing, the butterfly slipping easily through his clumsy swipes.
"If you had a little help... Please?" Prisma grinned, leaning on an elbow.
"Lightweaver have mercy on me," Oracle said dramatically, setting down his tools, "If only I had found a nice big city, a mate, maybe a clutch or two. Even that would be better than this." He closed his eyes, imagining his potential life.
Prisma sat up, perched on the edge of the stone pillar. "You're not going to desert us, are you?" She asked.
"Oh no." Oracle said. "I'll see it through."
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It was said that it could grant your deepest wish
It could change the past, legend said. It could write the future. It could make dragons fall into and out of love. It could cure the sick and make the old young again. It could bring dragons back from the dead without a scale out of place.
All you had to do was complete the Prismatic Shrine's test. It was an ancient and powerful monument to light, still standing pristine and opal-white while the ruins around it crumbled to dust. No one had heard of a dragon who had gone to find it and had come back alive.
Many assumed the Shrine's trial was one of strength, or of magic, or of cunning. It was not.
Prisma came because of loneliness. Her clan had wanted her to serve the Tidelord, but Prisma wanted to settle down somewhere. She left in the dead of night, when everyone was asleep, and was caught only by the elderly mirror keeping watch. The mirror said nothing, only watched, remorsefully, as Prisma walked past. Eye contact was made. When Prisma returned it was as if the whole lair had never existed, like the sea had washed it away.
So Prisma wandered Sorineth, searching for a place to settle down and start a family.
The imperial panicked. Prisma set the crystalline egg down quickly, like a child holding something they weren't supposed to when the teacher came in. But in the next second she was enchanted, captured. The crystal eggs shuddered, and crumbled. They hatched.
In the fading pieces of the shells, two very small hatchlings rested, one in the imperial's hands, one on the edge of the altar where Prisma had set the egg. Prisma and the imperial shared a frightened glance while the skydancer leaned in, intrigued.
"I've heard of abandoned eggs before." The skydancer observed. "But never baubles coming to life."
"Jewelry box fae." Prisma piped up. One of them had... appeared? Animated? In her home clan once.
"That's not what I mean." The skydancer seemed insulted.
"It's just- Not impossible, right?" Prisma tore her eyes away from the mewling hatchlings for a moment. "We're at a shrine that's supposed to give out wishes, right?"
The skydancer opened his mouth to say something, but the gesturing of the imperial caught both of their attention. The skydancer interrupted the gestures somewhat rudely.
"What? What's he doing?" Prisma's gaze hardened in annoyance as she waited for the imperial to finish speaking.
"So where's the wishes?"
"Ah!" Oracle exclaimed, "Why is this so hard!"
"It's cause you're an idiot, Orkky," Prisma quipped, munching on a moth leg from the basket, to Oracle's exasperation.
Oracle side eyed her with pretentious exhaustion, his delicate claws clenched around the bug net. "If I had a little HELP..." He fussed, swinging, and missing, the butterfly slipping easily through his clumsy swipes.
"If you had a little help... Please?" Prisma grinned, leaning on an elbow.
"Lightweaver have mercy on me," Oracle said dramatically, setting down his tools, "If only I had found a nice big city, a mate, maybe a clutch or two. Even that would be better than this." He closed his eyes, imagining his potential life.
Prisma sat up, perched on the edge of the stone pillar. "You're not going to desert us, are you?" She asked.
"Oh no." Oracle said. "I'll see it through."
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