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Latiki

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Level 8 Coatl

Familiar

Raptorik Bladedancer

Energy: 0 50

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Measurements

Length

7.08 m

Wingspan

7.87 m

Weight

1019.17 kg

Genetics

White
Iridescent

Ice
Shimmer

White
Gembond

Hatchday

May 01, 2019
(5 years)

Breed

Adult
Coatl

Eye Type

Nature
Uncommon

Level 8 Coatl

EXP: 240 / 16009

STR

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QCK

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Biography

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Waltz

At that moment, the coatl was alone. Before her audience she stood, carefully balanced on the stage. As the spring wind filled her lungs, she began her melody. A gentle lullaby, soft like the falling rain. Oh so slowly, the notes would rise, as spectators perked to life.

Music came naturally to her kind, for it was their tongue, and for her, the only tongue she would ever have. There was the song of life, and life in the song. Her breast burned, as her voice echoed the tune woven into leaf and vine. The tiny blooms of morning glory and petunia raised their faces, gracefully bending and bowing to the aria. To complete the performance, she raised her body, an instrument of the music. As a pebble is carried away by the rushing river, so was she carried on notes of light.

That was freedom. Free from a frail, delicate cage, to dance in melodious winds. Her step was elegant and precise, to mirror the step of the spirit. Limbs embedded with stone bent and flexed, as fluid as the waters of the secluded grove. Doubt and fear flee before elation, as time carries away the dust of the old.

She took the hand of a suitor, a vine, green and firm. With his permission, she twirled, caressed by the wild branches, and firm trees. If she looked again, she could almost see his face, his mischievous smile in the shadows of whispering leaves. More vigor enlivened her dance, determined not to disappoint. Her wings balanced her back as she moved in routine. She began to waltz, the frenetic energy of her performance was transformed, as she began her dance for two.

In her ears, she could hear the duet. The ringing of the wind mirrored her partner, as she reached the higher notes. They blended together in harmony, just as the plants of the earth reached for the sky. Here, in this performance, she would lead, her notes grounding the melody, as her partner would underscore it with his personality. She would be the star of the show, unburdened, unrestrained. This moment was hers.

Yet, like a winter bloom, the most treasured moment ends too soon. She knew this, as she felt the cold run in her arms and in her core. The petals would fall, once their life was spent. Slowly, slowly, they drift down, into inevitability. She too closed her eyes, as music trails off into silence.

The fall never came. A claw grasped her back, and carressed her legs. As she cracked open an eye, and a familiar face was there to greet her. That same look of knowing mischief, was there, in the flesh. The white coatl could not help but grin. He always did have a flair for being dramatic. With a little spin, he caught his mate, and began to carry her, to lay her down to a bed of stone.

“No. Not yet.” She whispered, tugging on his sleeve. He stopped, and set her down, offering his shoulder to lean on.

“May I have this dance?” She breathed, extending her stony arm. She could feel the quiver in her limbs, lacking control from her exertion. Her breath hitched, as she saw the uncertainty in his expression. Would her fate stop her once again, after all of her efforts?

She felt a warm claw in hers, as the pink Coatl bowed.

“After you, madame. The day is still young.” Her chest warmed, through its cover of stone. The two would weave their way through the grove, to their rhythm, and their song. Where one would falter, the other would step in, an unbroken, persistent melody.

If any outsider looked in, they would have seen something completely amateur. A cripple, joined with a novice, traipsing to a strange cacophony. Yet, it was a performance completely unique, styles joined to cherish company, to cherish the life that they had.

To her, it was the most beautiful thing she had ever known.

"Live for the everyday joys, for it makes life wonderful."

Fun Facts

Joined the Guild when she wandered in, mute and with an army of familiars in tow.

Can't speak draconic due to an accident with a Onyx cobra in her youth.

Is a hopeless romantic, and can sometimes be found 'covertly' nudging members together.

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