Levengale's dragon Canna

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Physical Attributes

Battle Stats

Measurements

Length

2.48 m

Wingspan

3.99 m

Weight

269.91 kg

Genetics

Shadow
Savannah

Smoke
Toxin

Purple
Runes

Hatchday

Sep 26, 2019
(4 years)

Breed

Adult
Tundra

Eye Type

Shadow
Goat

Level 1 Tundra

EXP: 0 / 245

STR

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DEF

QCK

INT

VIT

MND

Lineage

Parents

Offspring

none

Biography

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^{Ever since they were kids, Tristen and her brother Windhill were under his care. He fed them, taught them basic things needed for a dragon's survival and when they grew up, helped each summon a Familiar of their own.

As time passed and Tristen grew older, she began to understand things that sometimes confused her while she was a hatchling and a young dragon; he prefer Windhill over her. In fact, he prefered Windhill over any other dragon they knew.

The favoritism wasn't obvious nor obnoxiously "in your face", but as she was the one closest to her brother after him, she'd notice. Her brother would have to answer once more that he's full, that the food was nice and how grateful they are to have him as their friend and mentor. She wouldn't be asked for the 5th time. Windhill'd get an occasional tap on the shoulder or a friendly bump after a successful pounce. She would, too, but not as often.

Tristen never felt jealousy, though. If anything, she was glad that her brother's getting the deserved attention; it would boost his self-confidence for the day.}

Hidden Breeze Clan^{Her heart did a backflip when words on the battle reached her. Were they alright? Were they both unscathed, are they both coming home to her?

Windhill was more adept in magic; even their mentor would accentuate that. Tristen, she was more of a listener, an observant. One time, he commented jokingly how she'd make a great spy. Later on, he approached her and admitted he meant it as a joke, but that it was true; she was observant, quiet and would notice small details about others before anyone else. She took great pride in that skill of hers, although at times like these, she couldn't even help out as a diplomat. Spies are not favorable when it comes to avoiding bloodshed.

Fortunately, they both came unscathed. Even more so, supposedly the battle was short and with minimal casualties on both sides. Yet her brother looked distant, even annoyed. Of course, nobody can come out of a battle feeling happy and content, even when it's not your first, fifth, nor fiftieth. He'll probably snap out of it in a few days.

On the other hand, their mentor also seemed kind of annoyed, and his eyes kept turning back to stare at Windhill's back, but when approached by the other Clan members, he turned back to his usual, supportive and wisdom-filled persona. He even cracked a joke or two with the females that surrounded him; it was clear to see he was rather popular with the ladies.

Tristen decided she'll look after and over the two, and wait for the things to go back to normal.

Except they didn't.

One evening, just as they were finishing their everyday walk around the grounds, Windhill gathered his courage to confide to his sister.

Whilst she did notice certain things were off, she never thought he would start resenting their tutor. While he would not give her a clear answer, there was mention of feeling pressured to increase his magic abilities. It would seem Windhill thought it all too much after a while and started distancing himself.

Tristen did her best to comfort him but expected things to grow more complicated before they would return to normal.

And it all escalated when Windhill dissapeared, and their mentor followed.

Mere day before his dissaperance, the restless brother confessed to her that he suggested returning Windhill's familiar back inside his soul "in an attempt to further his magical affinity." Neither of them knew what would happen if such a feat was tried, and while Tristen herself suggested to Windhill to confront their mentor in front of the rest of the clan, it would seem he rather chose to run away.

One could only presume that the second dragon missing actually went after him.

Perhaps the time has come for Tristen to leave as well. To search for her brother or for their mentor, whoever she runs into first. How far would she be willing to go if the latter happened? She could not yet tell.}

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Lairs Visited^{KealantheDeer #548763 - Hidden Breeze Clan

Levengale #171210 - Clan Kaishal}

Uh-oh, looks like this floofy sweetheart wandered a little too far from her home lair (KealantheDeer #548763), and now she's off to see the world! Rather than exalt, it would be appreciated if you would return her home, to Dragons Off To See The World, or to the rest hub.

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