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Keye

(#5304913)

Level 1 Mirror

Familiar

Taurus

Energy: 50/50

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Physical Attributes

Battle Stats

Measurements

Length

5.2 m

Wingspan

5.47 m

Weight

520.18 kg

Genetics

Obsidian
Falcon

Grey
Morph

Forest
Spines

Hatchday

Jul 31, 2014
(9 years)

Breed

Adult
Mirror

Eye Type

Lightning
Common

Level 1 Mirror

EXP: 0 / 245

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QCK

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Lineage

Parents

none

Offspring

Biography

--The "Drill Sergeant"--
Written by Eladrei
Somewhere between den mother, teacher, and drill sergeant, Keye has taken it upon herself to organize the clan's patrols and hunting efforts, pairing younger clan members with experienced fighters and gatherers. Managing the schedule is challenging enough to keep her clever mind engaged -- but she can be short-tempered with those who don't get their work done or stick to her schedule.

Her more laid-back mate Locke weathers her bossiness with a loving smile.

Mate: Locke

Job: Patrol Organizer

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Where Locke is a patient soul, spending his days in whatever leisurely manner his heart desires, Keye is his opposite. In spite of this, or perhaps because of it, they get on like a house on fire. Where he remains calm and collected, she burns with an impatient sort of passion. And though he's notable for joking that one simply ought to go with the flow, he doesn't go very quickly. Keye, though, rarely seems to slow, let alone stop.

It's the product of a life in the Shifting Expanse, where the scorching sands can whip into a storm without warning, and the chill night settles in before you know it. Moseying along in the Stormcatcher's domain is a fast path to gruesome end, while survival requires relentless dedication to seeing the next dawn. Keye spent her early years among these ruthless Lightning domain dunes, slipping between nomadic bands for protection and carving out what little existence she could without a clan to rely on. Her days and nights often blended together in a fixed routine where she woke with the moon, hunted and traveled through the night, and took her rest when the sun began its rise, always checking for snakes and scorpions and the like before making a nest. Every action brimmed with caution, because the bones of the careless were all too easy to find, at least until the desert sands buried them forever.

If you catch Keye in a good mood, she might admit that straying over the Shifting Expanse's borders and into Clan Dark-Blood's territory was a stroke of luck beyond anything she's ever known. Once she stepped into the shadowy embrace of the Tangled Wood, her blood cooled and she saw something other than heatwaves off the sands for very first time. And while her skill at recognizing mirages came in handy against the Tangled Wood's natural tricks, it was not the touch and go existence she had forged herself in.

For the first time, she learned to relax.

That is the part she won't admit, though Locke will playfully bring it up whenever he thinks reminding someone of Keye's softer side will smooth a conflict over. Tough as Keye may be, she does not carry nearly so much tension in her body now that the desert cannot reach her.

To hide that, however, she is Clan Dark-Blood's patrol master, and she operates on a fiercely strict schedule. It's a habit she's never quite been able to shake, working through the night and sleeping away the day, so she's molded her life around it, building her patrol schedule when she wakes, outlining training regimens after that, and finally issuing final patrol orders just before she retires to her nest for a few hours of shut-eye. Her word, once delivered, is law short of intervention from higher powers, and even the youngest hunters know better than to try weaseling out of the schedule she lays down.

She also oversees much of the training for scouts and hunters, sometimes rising while there is still daylight above ground, and teaching her way through sunset. The golden hours, she says, are equally valuable and dangerous. It is then that the Tangled Wood comes to life, creatures transitioning between waking and sleeping, and the bounty of prey is found at this time. It is also, though, a time when the light plays tricks on the eyes, and the shadows tend to twist of their own accord. The wise and wary hunter must learn to adapt to dusk and dawn in order to successfully provide for the clan, and to avoid any of the Shadowbinder's favorite tricks laid upon the land.

And when Keye is not busy drilling her students or issuing orders, she refuses to remain still. It's not uncommon to receive her as a visitor, and even when she is friendly, there's no disguising the way she appraises the space. Even if joining someone for a meal, Keye's visits are known as den inspections, especially given her habit of outright commenting on a lack of organization or preparation. A wordsmith, Keye is not. She is simply a blunt instrument, shaped by sand and wind and a craving for something more than the bare minimum.

All the same, Clan Dark-Blood loves her. She keeps the clan in line with a dedication that's hard to surpass, and without her skillful direction, patrols would be far less organized and efficient. Her drill sergeant-like mannerisms have shaped up to be a boon towards the clan's growth and sustainability.

Most important of all, though, she's the love of Locke's life. He represents a steady shoulder for her to sort through her troubles with, and she is the headlong driving force that he so rarely displays. Their courtship years ago was an unexpected one for certain, but a lasting and complimentary one that has only solidified over time.

If Keye had to choose her mate or her career, at the end of the day, she would always choose her mate. Just don't tell Shadowblood that, or he might force her to retire, Shadowbinder forbid.

Bio by Tues.

gifted from Light's Secret Santa 2021 by Malreau!

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