Almedha's dragon Saint

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Skin

Scene

Physical Attributes

Battle Stats

Measurements

Length

3.46 m

Wingspan

7.26 m

Weight

935.97 kg

Genetics

Ginger
Jaguar

Tan
Rosette

Pumpkin
Opal

Hatchday

Jun 23, 2019
(4 years)

Breed

Adult
Skydancer

Eye Type

Plague
Common

Level 9 Skydancer

EXP: 12351 / 21526

STR

AGI

DEF

QCK

INT

VIT

MND

Lineage

Parents

Offspring

none

Biography

Saint the Son
what are you to me?

Theme: Believer

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Saint was an incredibly short dragon for his wingspan, from nose to tail fitting easily beneath Zhen’s wing. His tail didn’t provide much a counterbalance, so he wasn’t very good at flying. He just went wherever the wind tossed him these days.

“Alright.” Zhen snapped out her enormous wings and slowly, surely, lowered her nose to look Saint in the eyes. “Another escort contract is up if you want that.”

Saint didn’t answer, and Zhen’s ear twitched.

“Rabbit-hunting?”

Saint shrugged his huge wings.

“Work with me, buddy.” Zhen laughed, her voice like a bronze bell. “If you want to be a member of the Chase, you actually have to work. I’ll go with you, but you have to actually go somewhere.”

“I don’t… I don’t know if this was a good idea,” Saint said quietly.

“No, no, no, no.” Zhen quickly lowered herself to the ground, encircling Saint with her leathery wing. “You’ll be great; you just have to learn. I’ll show you. Come on, look, escort’s straight forward. We’ll do that. See the world. How’s that sound?”

Saint smiled a little, nodded. He still didn’t say anything, didn’t want to explain that nobody had ever said things like that to him before. You’ll do great. It was almost intoxicating in a way he never thought it’d be.

Zhen lifted her head, moving over the relatively short crowd to the contractor. He could hear her voice from here: “We’ll take it. Team of three, with the kid.”

She came away with a small parchment tied with an orange ribbon in her mouth. She dropped it in front of him. “You’ll want to keep that. First job. It’ll be fun.”

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His clanmates couldn’t have known how much those words hurt him. “She’s so patient.” “The gentlest dragon there is.” “A goddess.” “A saint.” Tears burned in his eyes when he heard the accolades.

He only saw a Skydancer, nose turned up and eyes turned down on him in derision. “My son.” She never said the words with love. Only disappointment. She only wanted daughters.

He left his home━if one could call it that━without a name or even a goodbye. Truth be told, he probably wouldn’t have left if she’d let him stay, but she didn’t. It was probably the nicest thing she ever did for him. He left the clan armed only with his magic and flew. He flew over festering pools and ever-expanding boneyards. A strong breeze came out of the south, so he turned and flew straight into the wind.

A storm tossed him off course, eventually sending him plummeting to the steppes below. He took shelter (as best as he could) in a stand of bamboo until he heard a screeching cackle. Harpies, attacking nearby dragons. Without thinking much of his own safety, or the fact that he had very little fighting experience, he flew out to help. His life changed that day.

Zhen, one of the dragons he flew to help, didn’t need help, but she admired the attempt all the same. She was disgusted by his stories of his old clans, perhaps unreasonably angry at his mother on his behalf. No matter how he tried to explain that she was really a good dragon: gentle, patient, a goddess, a saint━Zhen would have nothing of it. “If she really were all of those things, she’d have loved a son as much as a daughter. She’s despicable, a demon, and I don’t care what you or anybody else says. You survived. And, for that, you’re the saint.”

Saint, the name that Zhen gave him, has survived against all odds like a true Plague dragon does. Miraculously, he’s none the worse for wear for his demon-mother, as Zhen calls her. Love truly does make one invincible.

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Even though Saint is confident in who he is, especially in the love he’s found from others around him, every now and again he has doubts. The brooch he wears on his mantle is a gift from Zhen. The cameo is of a Harpy, the creatures that brought them together, and specially enchanted by Mab with a piece of Zhen. Every now and again, the brooch will whisper an encouragement from Zhen that only Saint can hear. It doesn’t always help, but it doesn’t hurt, either.

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Zhen is the complete opposite of Saint: her father’s love was so strong, it made her invincible. Zhen has broad wings, and she’s taken Saint under them, even though he doesn’t need much help with confidence these days. Like Saint, she doesn’t take the mistreatment of any Dragon or Beast in silence.

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» Saint share’s Zhen’s surname:Stormstrong. Even though he’s not invincible, he’s weathered enough storms to claim it.
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code by epher #101073
lore by almedha #96931

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