Apollo

Apollo Guard & Healer

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Lore title Written by FourLeaf

"One of the guards for the Waywind Wanderers, his demeanor may seem rather harsh, but he cares for his clan members, even if he refuses to show it. He has a tendency to try and face his problems by himself, and seems afraid to ask the rest of the clan for help, but he does at least mitigate the danger with his knowledge of medicine and survival. Having joined the clan by simply wandering in, it's unknown what trouble he fears follows him, but he refuses to let others get involved, even if they wish to. All are thankful for his main skill though; acting as the clan healer. Officially, however, he's considered a guard, and typically takes his latter role more grumpily. Fortunately, it seems to be growing on him, however slowly."

Viridian Scale Cuirass

Apparel

A polished scale cuirass, newly forged and constructed with care. The runes for "M-B-M" are etched on the inside surface. The crafter's signature, perhaps?

1500

Primary Gene: Harlequin

Specialty Items

A scroll that will change the primary gene of one dragon to Harlequin. This item can only be used once and will disappear after it has been applied.

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Secondary Gene: Alloy

Specialty Items

A scroll that will change the secondary gene of one dragon to Alloy. This item can only be used once and will disappear after it has been applied.

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Tertiary Gene: Runes

Specialty Items

A scroll that will change the tertiary gene of one dragon to Runes. This item can only be used once and will disappear after it has been applied.

19000

Apollo Mage & Healer

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It was happening again. He could see the burning ruins of a once grand lair, hear the echoes of screams twisting with the breeze, smell the scent of death on the air. Once again, he reminded himself that he had been training for this his whole life, that he was one of the best dragons for the job considering the current situation. Once again, he remembered his past failures. Once again, there was nothing he could do.

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For a moment he turned his eyes to the sky, his mind wandering to the birthclan he only faintly remembered. His was a dangerous future; as a child of the sun god Helios and the nymph Neaera, he was in constant danger of enemies who both wanted his power for themselves... and wished to destroy it.

Perhaps he should have left when his siblings did, rather than staying loyal to the clan. His parents had known of the danger long before the fall of the Zephyr Breeze, and it was only with their help that he'd managed to escape. He'd promised, before he left, that he would see them again, but deep down he knew it was a hollow, empty promise. Yet as he'd made that promise, something told him he would never return.

It wasn't long before the young dragon had locked his sights on a new clan, the Muketsu. The harsh environment had made him question his decisions at first, but the clan itself welcomed him with open wings and quickly earned his trust.

For a while, it seemed like his life would have been perfect. He'd taken up a life in the art of healing, and as his powers grew so did his fame within the clan. But something told him the inevitable was coming, and there was nothing he could do.

He stood helplessly now on a small ridge, his pale golden hide glowing in the sunlight as he surveyed the destruction below. This was the third clan to fall in his presence. His snout wrinkled slightly at the thought. Three times, he'd tried to live life as a normal dragon would. Three times, he'd failed to do so.

He growled softly to himself. A lone dragon had no chance of survival, he knew that. He would find a new clan, he had to. But this time would be different; this time, he wouldn't let the enemy win. You said that the last time, a voice whispered inside his head.

He flared his wings suddenly. "No," he hissed, though he realized there was no one but himself listening. "This time will be different."

He narrowed his eyes as movement caught his attention in the ruins below, his wings drooping sadly as he watched. Few had survived the battles, and fewer still had decided to face the struggle of rebuilding the lives they lost in the ruins.

He shook his head. Why was his existence such a curse to dragonkind? His powers had great potential, yet those very powers also acted as the seed of destruction for all who witnessed them. What use were his life-giving powers if he could never use them?

A small, wet nose bumped his talon. He turned, reaching for a small pile of pebbles and golden fur that squeaked at his touch. A faint, sad smile crossed his face as he gazed at the little creature.

"What now, Cici? Where should we go?"

The stoat stared back at him with bright golden eyes, as she always did. He knew it was pointless, but it comforted him to talk to her. Despite her inability to understand Common Draconic, the little stoat always seemed interested in what he had to say.

After a moment, he sighed and allowed her to climb onto his back, where she happily buried herself in his mane. He twisted his neck, making sure she was safely between his shoulders, then dove gracefully off the ridge and spread his wings. With nowhere to go, he had only one option: go wherever the wind would take him.