Hanahaki
(#56015829)
Level 10 Skydancer
Familiar
Marbled Serpenta
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Energy: 47/50
This dragon’s natural inborn element is Light.
Female Skydancer
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Personal Style
Apparel
Skin
Scene
Measurements
Length
4.35 m
Wingspan
5.89 m
Weight
516.2 kg
Genetics
Obsidian
Pinstripe
Pinstripe
Obsidian
Trail
Trail
Rose
Peacock
Peacock
Hatchday
Breed
Eye Type
Level 10 Skydancer
EXP: 678 / 27676
STR
4
AGI
5
DEF
4
QCK
9
INT
9
VIT
4
MND
9
Biography
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"We can complain because rose bushes have thorns, Or rejoice because thorns have roses." - Alphonse Karr ╰━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━╯ She always knows when she’s said too much. It’s the shortness of breath that gives it away and the inevitable stabbing of something pointed and sharp coiling around her lungs. The coughing comes next, petals from an unseen rose falling from her mouth with each shaky breath. They’re a soft pink flecked ominously with red. “You will stay silent,” a voice echoes in her mind, “and you’ll promise to keep this a secret. Just between us. . .” Hanahaki has only a few scattered memories of her childhood. She remembers the cracked stone relics that dotted the Hewn City, casting long shadows across the ground, and the patches of bluebells where she and her siblings laughed and played. They were fond of hide and seek and she remembers the thrill of hiding amidst the shadows and dark stone waiting for someone to find her. Perhaps most potently, Hanahaki remembers her mother. Cassata’s dark figure would sweep over their nest, whispering to the hatchlings in a soft voice. “Memento mori” she would say, “remember death, for with it comes a second chance at life”. Perhaps for many members of Hana’s lineage, the prospect of reanimation is a blessing, but she knows all too well that her bloodline is cursed. Hanahaki was still a hatchling when they came. She remembers the lullaby, the notes soft and sweet in the distance. It echoed upon the air, and Hana couldn’t help but close her eyes and drift off to sleep. When she awoke, Hana was somewhere far away from her family. She remembered being carried in cold arms, flower petals brushing against her scales before she drifted off again and woke up sometime later with a gasp. The room she was in was beautiful, but eerie and cold. A stained glass ceiling stretched above her, roses and thorny briars embossed across it as the light streamed through. Around her, more roses sprung from the ground, many of them seeming to shift and move as Hanahaki gazed upon them. There were insects here too, translucent-winged butterflies that floated lazily in the air or perched upon the walls and ceiling. She was on her back, gazing upwards and it took a while before Hanahaki realized what was so unsettling about the room. Her limbs were frozen, tied in place upon the massive marble table that she was strapped onto. “It’s no use struggling” a bright voice came from her side before a clawed hand reached forward to caress Hana’s cheek. It belonged to a Pearlcatcher who seemed almost translucent. . . “Who-“ Hana began before the drake placed a single finger across her lips, “shhh”. Faeries were cruel creatures. Hanahaki tried to break free, but the binds held her arms and legs tightly as the creature resembling a Pearlcatcher produced a silver blade. Clawed fingers wrapped around the rose-adorned hilt before the cold gleam of metal flashed through the air. Death came slowly. The pain was sharp at first, but it gradually faded into a cold, dull ache. The pounding of her heart settled as well, quiet and slow as she shut her eyes. “Do you want to live?” A voice echoed somewhere in the darkness behind Hana’s eyes. “Yes,” she replied. It was hard not to cling to life despite the comfortable darkness that wrapped around her. “What price would you pay?” “Anything”. Hana gasped, sitting upright on the cold marble table. The room was dark now, purple hues and dark shadows filtering down through the stained glass. Her blood was almost black under the pale moonlight, a reminder of death. Hana shuttered, for perhaps death would have been a kinder fate. Hana was still weak and disorientated as she clambered from the stone table and wandered out into a never-ending garden of roses. The moon shone brightly, but the sky itself looked as if it were fabricated out of glass; as if the entire world was encased beneath a dome. “Hello. Who are you?” The voice made Hana jump, nearly landing in a tangle of briars. She turned to find an Imperial hatchling standing behind her, his bright eyes glassy. His form was translucent, similar to that of the Pearlcatcher that Hana had encountered previously. “S’okay!” The Imperial said with a smile, extending a hand towards the Skydancer, “I’m Oleander, prince of the Rose Court, but you can call me Ollie!” “I’m Hanahaki. . .” she said tentatively, “but you can call me Hana-“ She barely finished before a shadow loomed over her and a much larger form, another Imperial glared down at the hatchlings. “And what have we here?” He spoke, his voice smooth and dangerous. Oleander nervously glanced towards the ground, “father, let me expl-“ “There is no explaining to be done, my son is clearly associating with a mortal”. The Imperial nearly spat the last few words, anger staining his voice. Hanahaki whimpered as the king’s claws sunk into her wings, crushing them tightly in his grasp. “No, father!” The young Imperial pleaded, “please let her live”. Hanahaki wasn’t sure if it was a good thing when the talons of the faerie king released her from their hold. She was a slave to the Court, called upon to scrub the great marble table where sacrifices’ blood pooled and tend to the roses. Her only solace was Oleander, who came to play with her when his parents left the realm. Years dragged on and Hanahaki and Oleander grew together into adolescents. The faerie prince often came to confide in her with an increasingly troubled mind. “I don’t agree with the sacrifices” he said one day. “It isn’t right”. He told Hanahaki all of his secrets, shared his troubles as the months passed. “My parents, they want me take a bride. . . but none of them interest me. I believe I’ve already given my heart to another”, he turned blushing. Despite their best efforts to keep the meetings a secret, Oleander’s parents eventually found out and the queen cornered Hana in the gardens one day while Oleander studied with his father. “It would appear that you enjoy hearing secrets, is that right? Listen carefully. You will keep silent from now on, and you’ll promise to keep this a secret. . . just between you and me”. “I-“ Hana could say no more, wincing as something wrapped around her lungs, pointed thorns pressing into her insides as she coughed a stream of flower petals. “Pity” the queen said, “you had such a beautiful voice too”. Oleander rushed into the gardens one night, a satchel hung over his shoulders as he spoke in a hushed voice. “We’re leaving, come with me?” Hana glanced at him nervously for a moment and he smiled sadly, “it will be okay, I won’t let anything else bad happen to you, I won’t let them hurt you anymore. Please, just take my hand.” Oleander lifted her into his arms, taking off on translucent wings and never looking back. The glass ceiling seemed to shatter and reform around them as they left the faerie realm. Oleander flew for what seemed felt days, letting Hana sleep in his arms. She smiled, admiring how the sunlight shimmered through his wings like stained glass, parting the air with their bladed edges. Finally, driven to exhaustion, Oleander was forced to descend. “I wanted to bring you home” he said tiredly as they landed at the edge of a great redwood forest in the Sunbeam Ruins, “but this is as far as I can go. . .” Suddenly, Oleander was on guard, snarling towards an area where the air appeared to ripple and another being, another faerie stepped from the rift. The rose prince stood before Hanahaki, flaring his tired wings protectively, but it didn’t take him long to realize that he was confronting a king. “Hm.” The Wildclaw fae spoke, “you’re brave to confront me directly, but I mean you no harm. Please, my name is Levi” Levi’s court welcomed Oleander and Hanahaki, thrilled to hear their stories and offer them a sanctuary where other faeries would never find them. “I’ll remove that nasty curse on you as well,” Levi said to Hana with a smile. She regained her ability to speak freely, but with such powerful magic, the roses still flared up from time to time, making her cough and sputter petals. Levi also seemed concerned as he unwound the faerie magic effecting the Skydancer. “Just a word of advice, but best to be careful who you make deals with,” he said with a cautious smile. Indeed, Hanahaki always wondered about the voice that had spoken to her in the darkness. “What price would you pay?” It had asked, but perhaps it was her reply that unsettled her the most. “Anything”. |
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