Laz
(#55292524)
Level 1 Pearlcatcher
Familiar
Bumble
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This dragon’s natural inborn element is Light.
Male Pearlcatcher
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Personal Style
Apparel
Skin
Scene
Measurements
Length
4.17 m
Wingspan
3.7 m
Weight
503.83 kg
Genetics
Flint
Petals
Petals
Stone
Shimmer
Shimmer
Tan
Runes
Runes
Hatchday
Breed
Eye Type
Level 1 Pearlcatcher
EXP: 0 / 245
STR
6
AGI
6
DEF
6
QCK
7
INT
7
VIT
6
MND
7
Biography
Y O U N G L I NG
◆ L A Z ◆
◆ L A Z ◆
Gore Warning
Not every dragon was lucky enough to be born in a loving clan. Some were sent to serve the Gods, some were sold to other clans… But some dragons never had that luxury. Some dragons were stuck in a situation they could never leave. As was Laz, stuck in a clan, no, a cult where he didn’t want to belong. His parents had kept him, but he would have much rather been sold or exalted. Because he had nothing here. His parents were devoted to their leader, a tyrant with a god complex who wanted every dragon to undergo some kind of coming-of-age ritual. Laz’ parents proudly carried their marks, telling Laz what an honor it would be for him to get initiated too. Laz didn’t even want to get to that ritual in the first place. Not that he could tell that to his family. No, instead he followed them obediently to every meeting and every ritual the clan would have. And one day, he attended one of those coming-of-age rituals his parents were raving about.
Three young dragons stood before their tyrannical leader. If they were afraid, Laz couldn’t see it. “Welcome all, to this wonderful day!”, the leader spoke. He had a loud, booming voice that would only grow louder and more booming whenever he got angry. Which was a lot. “Join us while we initiate these three brave and honorable dragons! Will they be able to face the ritual and come out unscathed? Those who do not lose a thing will be welcomed into our folds, while those who do lose will be thrown to the beasts!” The clan cheered. Laz had no idea why. “What are they losing?”, he whispered towards his mother, who giddily replied: “You’ll see, just watch carefully.” The clan leader grabbed a sword A long, thin and obviously very sharp sword. “Bow.”, he commanded the three dragons in front of them. All three of them bowed deeply.
There was no sound, the crowd didn’t even dare to breathe as they waited for the ritual to begin. And then, with three swift but vicious swings, the leader slashed open the faces of the dragons. They screamed in agony but had no time to recover. Their heads were grabbed by some of the chief’s henchmen, who had a big grin on his face. Bloodthirsty and high on power, he yelled: “See here! We have ourselves a new member!” All three of the initiated dragons were spun around to face the crowd, and Laz could finally see what the ritual truly was. Only one dragon made the cut, quite literally, as only one dragon still had both eyes. “To the others who so bravely stood before me, the stars will remember you.”, the tyrant said calmly. But he was still grinning, and with another swift motion the sword cut off the heads of the dragons that didn’t pass the ritual. The crowd cheered as two bodies were dragged outside, probably thrown to some rabid animal as food. Laz heard his parents cheer too. But he couldn’t. He couldn’t believe what he had just seen. And most of all, he couldn’t stay in this place any longer.
“So it’s luck that decides who gets in or not?”, he asked his parents later that night. “No, it’s the blade, guided by our leader, that decides.”, his father corrected him. “That way, only the truly devoted have a place within our clan.” Laz didn’t reply to that, but went to bed, claiming that he was tired from all the excitement. When he was sure he was alone, the planning began. The clan went to visit a market every month, that day was coming up again soon. Hatchlings and younger dragons usually tagged along, and quite few have gotten lost in the busy crowds. Laz decided he would join the market trip and would ‘get lost’ in the crowd. There, he would hide until the clan had left. Laz had no idea what he’d do after that, but it was a way out at the very least.
Soon enough it was time for the market trip. Laz quickly volunteered to help, which the elders very much appreciated. He was getting older, closer to his initiation, so it was great that he was still worried about these small but important tasks. Laz wasn’t going to help the clan any longer though. He stuck around for long enough, and soon the leaders didn't really watch the young ones anymore. He saw his chance. Quietly, Laz walked towards a different stall. And another stall. And another stall. And then he dashed past the stall and into the alleyway that was on the right side. Laz quickly realized that an alley wouldn’t be enough to cover his tracks, so he climbed into an open window and found himself in some kind of storage room. And he just sat there, waiting. He heard some elders call out his name, heard them stop again, watched the sun go down… He was getting hungry. But he had no food and fell asleep with an empty stomach and a head filled with troubles.
When the next morning came, Laz was awoken by two voices. “I’m not sure how he got in here, but he hasn’t stolen anything.” They were most definitely talking about him. Laz opened his eyes, and carefully looked at the two adult dragons in front of him. One was an older Guardian, the other one was a cheerful-looking Tundra. “Heya!”, the Tundra said. “Are you lost? I can bring you back home if you want to.” Laz felt panic rising within him and knew he had to think of something fast. “I, uh, I have no home.”, he stuttered. Laz doubted that the adults would believe him, but the Guardian just shrugged. “Well, that’s too bad.”, the Tundra said, before adding: “I can take you with me to my home instead if you want to.” Laz thought about it, how big was the chance that this new clan would be as bad as his old one? He had to take his chances and trust a stranger. Just this once. “I would like that…”, he silently replied, which made the Tundra smile widely. “Alright! My name's Alru, what’s yours?” Laz studied Alru a little, before answering. “My name is Laz, nice to meet you.”
- Lore by NadiyaSilver
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