Moana
(#541067)
Level 25 Tundra
Familiar
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This dragon’s natural inborn element is Water.
Female Tundra
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Personal Style
Apparel
Skin
Scene
Measurements
Length
3.83 m
Wingspan
3.28 m
Weight
316.3 kg
Genetics
Sky
Bar
Bar
Storm
Daub
Daub
Midnight
Smoke
Smoke
Hatchday
Breed
Eye Type
Level 25 Tundra
Max Level
STR
5
AGI
15
DEF
5
QCK
60
INT
122
VIT
24
MND
5
Lineage
Parents
- none
Offspring
- Rivin
- Ninigi
- Arjana
- Aegesy
- Ashinum
- Khem
- Kielce
- Gloria
- Destia
- Nakita
- Brin
- Norn
- Afanasi
- Idurre
- Dewdrop
- Hurricane
- SnowStreak
- Hyacinth
- Jademoss
- Isfoel
- Fiona
- Operetta
- Dormire
- Katsura
- Draled
- Rhormun
- Dante
- Swiftpaw
- Skye
- Maelwas
- Awen
- Kasey
- Weave
- Impdine
- Hiri
- Hirael
- Ruga
- Kite
- Kite
- Stellanera
- Bursienna
- Surescale
- Redtail
- Sedum
- Red
- Unnamed
- Trainwreck
- Whitelilac
- Yuzu
- Hauraro
- Hero
- Hero
- Hero
- Tide
- Zeppeli
- Zeppeli
- Ragna
- Duerdine
- Chari
- Candra
- Hahana
- Ulraunt
- Unnamed
- Ashghost
- Illyn
- Koyane
- Honeycheeks
- Auntor
- Buddy
- Marvan
- Lancir
- Ebonheart
- Desertblossom
- Refined
Biography
Moana
......Oracle | Mother of Tidelight......
"The sea is always speaking."
The leader, the mystic, she started the fire and the others made their home around her. Her magic is great, and she is kind but sometimes elusive. A true daughter of the Tidelord, there is a greater current running through her, and for all that she loves her clan and her children, she always has one ear tipped towards the waves.
She likes to say that it's easy to tell the future by the sea. The waves were there yesterday; they'll be there tomorrow. A prediction for free. She says it with a smile, her little joke, and even those cowed by her presence manage a little chuckle.
Sitting on the shore, eyes closed, head tipped back. The tide will come in later, just high enough to brush her toes before it retreats. It's dawn when she starts, or dusk, but that's not important. A seabird calls somewhere, ragged. Her lips are curved, just a little, in a smile.
It's easy to tell the future by the sea. The sound of the waves is endless, is a heartbeat, is a pulse is a pulse is a pulse. With her eyes closed, she hears the crash of the waves until there's no sound left in the world, until even the smallest change in the current stands out. It's possible to predict how a wave will hit the shore based on how it's formed out at sea; it's possible to predict how the current will change the same way.
Eyes closed. Listen to the ocean's pulse.
Somewhere near the surface, a hand skims along the crest of a wave, claws dipping in just far enough for saltwater to find still healing cuts. They don't flinch at the sting. One of Tidelight, one of her children, and Moana hums, skims the surface with her, listens for trouble and finds none.
Behind her, in the cove, they're taking care of each other. Tidelight is stable, in the current of the future and the past; Moana sees them grow, their numbers tremble, sees someone she loves leave slowly, sadly, sees someone else return. Someone silently sets down a bowl of food beside her, for if she's hungry when she's finished; someone else carefully, carefully places a crown of flowers on her head.
The bonfire crackles, and the stream of fire is good for scrying too, but not her tool of choice when she has the whole ocean.
The waves pull; Moana looks further out. In the deep her Imriel is circling, and she'll be back soon, then gone again, then back. Moana watches Imriel's tide as far out as it goes, lonely in one small part of herself, comforted in another. She has the ripples Imriel leaves, always. There are things further out, jealous creatures of the seafloor, dangers where the light won't reach, but the sea pulls and pulls and pulls and they don't rise.
She looks to the deepest and darkest places, sees more of the dredged floundering up, sees where they'll need to be to help them from the water. In the great trenches, the sound of the ocean quiets, and something larger waits, whispers, and all her sacrificed children wait with him. She takes them in for a pause, and time is irrelevant at that kind of depth, and she thinks they know she's looking.
The crash of the ocean is her own heartbeat. It's an echo inside her head, it's been inside her whole life, it will be with her until she dies. The waves pull, and she goes with them, until the shore is a memory, until her body was a dream and she is just the current roaring and roaring without end.
Her eyes open. It is dusk, or dawn, and her muscles are stiff. There is seafoam on her toes and a garland in her hair. Beside her the bowl has been replaced, twice, and she knows who to thank. She stands, stretches, grateful and please for the future on the horizon.
Everything important is safe, or can be saved. Her Tidelight is working exactly as intended.
They make their home in a rocky cove bordering the vast sea. The bonfire burns always, low during the day and glorious at night, a beacon bright enough to be seen from deep within the waves. Their leader listens to the ebb and flow of the waves, hears the songs and sighs that reach the surface, smiles at the ocean’s secrets, and waits. They are guides and guardians, the end of land’s hold, the very first step into the deep.
Gallery
By Epulina!
By booty!
By Bekuno!
......Oracle | Mother of Tidelight......"The sea is always speaking."
The leader, the mystic, she started the fire and the others made their home around her. Her magic is great, and she is kind but sometimes elusive. A true daughter of the Tidelord, there is a greater current running through her, and for all that she loves her clan and her children, she always has one ear tipped towards the waves.
She likes to say that it's easy to tell the future by the sea. The waves were there yesterday; they'll be there tomorrow. A prediction for free. She says it with a smile, her little joke, and even those cowed by her presence manage a little chuckle.
Sitting on the shore, eyes closed, head tipped back. The tide will come in later, just high enough to brush her toes before it retreats. It's dawn when she starts, or dusk, but that's not important. A seabird calls somewhere, ragged. Her lips are curved, just a little, in a smile.
It's easy to tell the future by the sea. The sound of the waves is endless, is a heartbeat, is a pulse is a pulse is a pulse. With her eyes closed, she hears the crash of the waves until there's no sound left in the world, until even the smallest change in the current stands out. It's possible to predict how a wave will hit the shore based on how it's formed out at sea; it's possible to predict how the current will change the same way.
Eyes closed. Listen to the ocean's pulse.
Somewhere near the surface, a hand skims along the crest of a wave, claws dipping in just far enough for saltwater to find still healing cuts. They don't flinch at the sting. One of Tidelight, one of her children, and Moana hums, skims the surface with her, listens for trouble and finds none.
Behind her, in the cove, they're taking care of each other. Tidelight is stable, in the current of the future and the past; Moana sees them grow, their numbers tremble, sees someone she loves leave slowly, sadly, sees someone else return. Someone silently sets down a bowl of food beside her, for if she's hungry when she's finished; someone else carefully, carefully places a crown of flowers on her head.
The bonfire crackles, and the stream of fire is good for scrying too, but not her tool of choice when she has the whole ocean.
The waves pull; Moana looks further out. In the deep her Imriel is circling, and she'll be back soon, then gone again, then back. Moana watches Imriel's tide as far out as it goes, lonely in one small part of herself, comforted in another. She has the ripples Imriel leaves, always. There are things further out, jealous creatures of the seafloor, dangers where the light won't reach, but the sea pulls and pulls and pulls and they don't rise.
She looks to the deepest and darkest places, sees more of the dredged floundering up, sees where they'll need to be to help them from the water. In the great trenches, the sound of the ocean quiets, and something larger waits, whispers, and all her sacrificed children wait with him. She takes them in for a pause, and time is irrelevant at that kind of depth, and she thinks they know she's looking.
The crash of the ocean is her own heartbeat. It's an echo inside her head, it's been inside her whole life, it will be with her until she dies. The waves pull, and she goes with them, until the shore is a memory, until her body was a dream and she is just the current roaring and roaring without end.
Her eyes open. It is dusk, or dawn, and her muscles are stiff. There is seafoam on her toes and a garland in her hair. Beside her the bowl has been replaced, twice, and she knows who to thank. She stands, stretches, grateful and please for the future on the horizon.
Everything important is safe, or can be saved. Her Tidelight is working exactly as intended.
They make their home in a rocky cove bordering the vast sea. The bonfire burns always, low during the day and glorious at night, a beacon bright enough to be seen from deep within the waves. Their leader listens to the ebb and flow of the waves, hears the songs and sighs that reach the surface, smiles at the ocean’s secrets, and waits. They are guides and guardians, the end of land’s hold, the very first step into the deep.
Gallery
By Epulina!
By booty!
By Bekuno!
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