Duskwalker
(#53461927)
Level 14 Pearlcatcher
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Energy: 50/50
This dragon’s natural inborn element is Shadow.
Female Pearlcatcher
This dragon is hibernating.
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Personal Style
Apparel
Skin
Scene
Measurements
Length
5.58 m
Wingspan
3.9 m
Weight
543.22 kg
Genetics
Eldritch
Metallic
Metallic
Maize
Alloy
Alloy
Antique
Runes
Runes
Hatchday
Breed
Eye Type
Level 14 Pearlcatcher
EXP: 16245 / 54161
STR
6
AGI
6
DEF
6
QCK
7
INT
7
VIT
6
MND
7
Biography
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Run, Dusk, run! Those are one of the first words I remember from my childhood. Telling me to run. Telling me to flee. And one of the first memories I have of my childhood is of being terrified. Of what, I don't know. Just absolute, complete raw fear, chasing me as I stumbled. Blood and tears ran the rivers. I remember. I remember it all. The attacks. The screams. Do you remember your nightmares? Because I do. Every last one of them.
When I was born, I wasn't. My body was there, but I was a soulless, mindless thing, trapped in the nightmares and fears of dreams that were my reality. Dark things chased me, dark things haunted me. What Shadow dragon was I, to be afraid of these shadows? Yet I was terrified. I grew up in an in-between world. Halfway between what was real, and what wasn't. My reality, and everyone else's. I worked with my older sister, Melany, regularly, for she was my mediator. She calmed me down when I was stressed, and helped anchor me in the world in which I wanted to stay. Often, her death was the theme in my terrors.
As I got older, I grew stronger. My mind was no longer such a malleable thing, and didn't shift between the waking and dreaming world so easily anymore. I began living like a normal dragon should, with friends and family, hunting and playing, and at the same time studies and battle training. But my nightmares always haunted me, came back to shake me. I feared I would never be independent, that I could never be alone. That I would be stuck here, a drag for all those who loved me, forever.
Then, it happened. My close friend, Honey, whom I had grown up with, died in a terrible accident. The barrier between my two worlds, the real and unreal, was broken, and I was overcome. Honey's death I saw replay over and over, but it was twisted, and each time was a result of me and my failure to overcome, my failure to be normal. I fell back into my stage of soullessness, a robotic machine that felt nothing and saw nothing. Neither beauty nor horror from my surroundings breached my mind. Just the terrible onslaught of my own mind.
I lay in bed, and this I do remember. I stared up at the ceiling of my tent, eyes wide open, staring up. Shadows twisted into horrible beings, yet I continued to stare, for I lacked the emotion to do something about my fear. A crash. I heard, but I didn't hear. But the scream that followed, I most certainly heard. I moved, and something inside of me did as well, something that shifted. My eyes that had always been opened were suddenly cleared, and I could see what was around me. My ears that had always been open were cleared, and I could hear what was going on around me. Something flickered inside my heart, and no longer was I dead, a body without a soul. I breathed. I felt. I felt fear, but it wasn't for myself, for I had recognized the scream to be Melany's.
I crashed from my tent, and dove into the tent right next to it, where Melany was struggling to grapple with a dark shape, feathered and tough. Together, younger and older sister, we defeated it, both of us covered in several long, bleeding cuts. Never had I felt less burdened and free from pain and suffering than when I had suffered the most in my life. I hugged my sister, and I cried. We both did. There is a freedom, I think, that comes from feeling yourself fall a little ways. Maybe the fear of the height lessons, or maybe you realize that, when you do fall, you will always catch yourself, and if you can't, somebody else will.
I was free, and now, I could pursue my own interests. It's not to say I didn't still spend time with my sister, or my friends. No, I still saw them daily. But I felt free to do as I wished, and this was reading. A lot of reading. Soon, it developed into telling stories to hatchlings that asked, and then to whole groups of hatchlings in schools on my illness. My mental illness, and I don't shy from the word. It's true, always has been, and always will be. Why would I shy from it, for it's just a word, and another thing I've overcome. Now, I've strove to do something else with my life. Not just reading, not just telling stories, not even simply teaching hatchlings, but something else. I am writing a book, and it's called The Awakening. It's my lifelong story, I think, and it won't ever end, for I still struggle sometimes. I hope to share that for those who struggle with a barrier only they see, they aren't alone. And they aren't useless. No, in fact, their experiences make them a dragon with a heart as valuable as gold.
Lore by #461721
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