Juxta13's dragon Ciaran

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Physical Attributes

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Measurements

Length

4.39 m

Wingspan

5.24 m

Weight

454 kg

Genetics

Obsidian
Metallic

Midnight
Constellation

Cerise
Filigree

Hatchday

Feb 19, 2019
(5 years)

Breed

Adult
Skydancer

Eye Type

Water
Common

Level 25 Skydancer

Max Level

STR

126

AGI

DEF

QCK

INT

VIT

MND

Lineage

Parents

Jomo
Greteel

Offspring

Biography

GENERATION 1

C I A R A N

Greteel’s Line
The Protector

February, the Moon of Ice

Witchborne born under the Moon of Ice often work closely with those of the Wolf Moon, and are no strangers when it comes to knowing when to run and when to attack. They often see the world as a harsh place, and sometimes may even be critical or jaded about other dragons and the world. One famous ability of theirs is to be able to ghost through, or become immaterial as smoke or mist for varying times, most often used in combat and escape. They are trained to be assassins and would often follow a vow of silence until they have found their charge, and would stay loyal to the very end to their only one.

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Of Thorns & Roses
Lineage and Lore Book

The Witchborne Lineage

The Naming

The night was dark and quiet as he waited in the shadows. The moonlight filtered down through the branches creating silvery pools on the forest floor. He could hear the shuffling of others gathering in the wood, smell the warm scent of the community on the air mingling with the fresh new leaves of spring. He had been waiting for this day for so long, but it had only been two short months. For him - that was a lifetime.

Palinouros, the clan leader, spoke at last. “Son of Jomo and Greteel, please come forth and join our circle.”

Silently, the young dragon stepped from the trees and into the clearing where he could see all the faces around him at last. It seemed like everyone from his new clan had come out to be with him this night. The familiar faces from the day looked somewhat strange and foreign, now bathed only in moonlight.

Palinouros waited until their eyes finally met before continuing. “As leader of the Uaithne clan, I was appointed as your guardian. However, you have been with us for two moons now and you come before me tonight fully grown. It is time for you to take your rightful place in our community, and for that you need your name.”

“We gather tonight to give you this blessing. To call a thing by its name is to give it power, and so tonight, we give you this gift. I call upon the Tidelord and the Gladekeeper - father of your origin and mother of our own cherished land - and ask for their blessings. May they watch over you as you find your own way in this realm, and may they see you through any difficulties you face.”

Palinouros then paused to look around the clearing, including the others in his gaze, before continuing. “We welcome you into our hearts and our lives. Your journey has just begun. As a clan, it is for us to guide and counsel, to teach you and likewise to learn from you. We smile with your joys and weep with your pains. We walk beside you should you need assistance.” He pauses again to look meaningfully at those who are gathered.

The young dragon felt a soft breeze pass over his skin, carrying the moist smell of the earth. Soon enough the forest would be filled with new growth. He could almost feel the bulbs and seedlings beneath the surface pushing their way up. Would they be damaged by the presence of so many claws and tails? No. The seedlings would be more resilient than that.

He looked up to find the leader’s kind and thoughtful eyes upon him with a contemplative gaze. The branches whispered above, and there was the sound of restless shuffling, but he didn’t look away.

Finally, Palinouros dipped his claw into a bowl, and a sweet, herbal scent lingered on the air as he gently traced a pattern across the young dragon’s forehead.
“You will be known to the deities and to us as Ciaran.”

A cheer went up around the clearing, and a grin spread across the young dragon’s face as the name settled upon him.

“This is your name, and it is powerful.
Bear your name with honor, and
may the deities bless you on this and every day.
May you always have good fortune,
may you always have good health,
may you always be joyful,
and may you always have love in your heart.”

He gently turned the young dragon to face those assembled. “Please welcome Ciaran to the Uaithne clan by joining us for the celebratory feast!”

Everyone cheered once again, and Ciaran heard some instruments start to play. Dragons of all sizes and ages patted him on the back and wished him well as he was slowly ushered into a large meadow. It was lit by the warm glow of torches and appealing aromas reached him from several tables. Upon seeing the abundant variety of dishes, he realized just how hungry he was.

Ciaran allowed himself to be swept up into the revelry of dancing, greetings, eating, singing, and generally enjoying the night. Amidst the crowd he happened to notice a very pretty imperial dancing some distance away. Her beautiful blue eyes met his for the briefest moment before she was swept off in a graceful swirl by her friends and lost from sight.

As the night wore on, many of the elders approached him with offers to learn about the various trades that contribute to sustaining the lair. Some of the experienced warriors discussed the start of his training as if he weren’t present and able to hear their every word. They decided it would be best to get started the very next day – a prospect that was both intriguing and terrifying! He kept watch for the elusive dancer, however, it seemed that she had disappeared for the night.

The festivities finally began to wind down as the first blush of dawn appeared on the horizon. The few dragons remaining wandered off to find sleep, and the young dragon was finally allowed to do so as well. As he laid down on his pallet, he felt happy and satisfied. As he drifted off to sleep, he thought to himself, “I am a Witchborne descendant, and I belong in the Uaithne clan. My name is Ciaran!”

THE EMPRESS
REVERSED
A tendency to place much effort and concern on other people's affairs while ignoring one's self, thereby denying the love and happiness that flows within.

The Acceptance

Beneath the Moon of Flowers - a fitting moon to represent his current alignment with Nature - Ciaran comes forth to be recognized and to claim his birthright.

He had started his training as soon as he was allowed. Most would find the tasks grueling, but for him, it was what he wanted. He had always felt driven to do more. Perhaps it was in his blood. He had been told the tales of his Witchborne heritage - how they had defended against those that would steal the children and become the protectors in clans around Sornieth. So now, it was his turn to take up that mantle. Although he was still just beginning his journey, he had reached the point where he could be useful. At last, he would truly be known as a witchborne with all of its rights and its weighty responsibilities.

Coming before the elders, he felt small again. There was so much more to learn, so much training yet to complete.

"Masters, if you see fit to deem me worthy - even though I do not feel worthy myself - I would be honored to join your ranks and be known as Witchborne. If accepted, I vow to do my utmost to uphold our noble tradition to the best of my abilities - to always strive to protect the defenseless - heedless of reward or recognition and regardless of personal peril. Please let me know your judgment."

After a short deliberation, the elders made their response:
"Your forefathers smile upon your birth and naming and accept your claim to be known as Witchborne. Let all recognize Ciaran's birthright. We are all proud to welcome you to the family once more!"

The Next Generation

Ciaran sniffed the air for danger. Although he wasn't a guardian, he couldn't feel any more protective at this moment. In spite of the late hour, he was alert and vigilant. By the light of the full moon, he could make out the two precious eggs - crackled and almost completely open now. Soon, the children he would be protecting would be his own.

He feared their time together would be much too short. He took pride in his position as a Witchborne, but it also brought threats - especially to those closest to him. They had traveled far from their lair to find a secluded nest, and as difficult as it would be, they would need to send their children into hiding as soon as possible. The distance would help shelter them.

The last bit of shell fell away and Ciaran felt an overwhelming surge of affection as he looks upon his two daughters. With it came the resolve to do whatever was necessary to keep these beloved hatchlings safe.

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Ciaran thought it might be easier the second time around, but he had been just as nervous as he had the first time. He had kept his all-night vigil as they waited for the three new hatchlings to emerge. It was serendipitous that they would pass the day and evening sheltering from storms. Then, just before the hatchlings had freed themselves, the clouds shifted, and the Thunder Moon shown down.

He looked upon them now - three sons - resting quietly with their mother. The parents exchanged a meaningful glance. They knew they needed to let them go, but they had indulged themselves, taking the risk of returning to their home with their hatchlings. But now, they had to send them along before it was too late. One Witchborne might go unnoticed, but this many would attract danger. Aradia nodded as if she were answering his thoughts. They had already waited to long. It was time to send their children to safety.

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His lineage carries the weight of a baited breath, his home saddles him with expectations. But the jungle depths are dark and humid, melodic with life as he wisps across the floor. Here it was simple, the weight of blood and the binds of society unfettered, a primordial edict older than Witchborne or Uaithne. For a brief moment he could revel in simply being another life persisting around the Behemoth, til patrol was done and he was reminded anew.
(Written by Helix)

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Sage advice of the mystic Morrigan from Clan Kitanya.
Morrigan draws a card and lays it flat on the table.

"Remain open to conflicting ideas instead of surrounding yourself exclusively with people who agree with you."

The Progression

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