Celeste

Matriarch of the clan
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It is said that she arrived to the clan during one clear night, the moon shining like cristal on her magnificent form as she descended from the empty skies. The dragons, waking up little by little due to the commotion, looked at the stranger with mixed respect and intimidation. She looked so huge for her breed, and her presence made her all the more impressive.
Sitting at the center of the clan's place, she spoke. Her tone was as clear as the night.
"Fellow dragons, I need your help. I have fleed from my original home and I am searching for a new home to stay. Will you accept me as one of yours ?"
Without asking questions, they did. They were all to impressed to deny her demand anyway.

She revealed later that she was a Skydancer from a high lineage with important responsabilities on her shoulders. Her parents pressured her her whole life to choose a suitable mate to spread her royal blood, but she didn't want to. Her only wish was to actually care about her descendance, and form them to help the world be better. This was the reason why that she decided to flee and find a better place to live.
She wants to choose her mates, some valourous and honest dragons, and spread her royal ascendance her way.
So she waits at the top of the clan's cliff, in her room for her future mate to come, waiting for her duty to be done.
She is the Matriarch of the Clan, the Mother of All.



Mate 1: Rosen, the Burning Bush



During the cold winds of winter, this troubled soul came to her. His name wasn't unfamiliar, as he was from the clan on the other side of the cliff. Celeste had already seen him on some occasions, mostly when the neighborhood clans gathered together to discuss on the news of the world. This time, he was charged with delivering an important message to the clan's chefs concerning their alarming decrease of food supply. The winter had never been as harsh as this one, the cold killing most of the animals of the valley.
In an act of pity, she invited him in her room, where the freezing weather couldn't reach this poor Nocturne who wasn't used to the harsh weather, unlike Celeste who grew up in the monotomous hills of ice of the Southern Icefield.
They talked for a time, and she learned about the troubled past of the other dragon, who fleed the chaos of a clan torn by treason and violence. She found him quite interesting for a shy Nocturne, and contening a lot of hidden potential.
"He could be a potential mate", thought the radiant Skydancer as she examined him close, his immaculate scales, his wings of fire and the intricate pattern running all along his body.
"Yes, he would be a perfect genitor."
She then explained to him the reason of her presence in this clan. What was her goal, and how she was going to achieve it.
With her voice of cristal, she asked. "Rosen the Burning Bush, I have a deal I want to make with you. Will you help me in my quest, and be the father of hatchlings that will help change the world for the better ?"
And to her surprise, and some time to gather his thoughts, he agreed.
Their relationship was brief, and they had a nest with four beautiful eggs full of hope and potential. Three female and one male hatched, and Celeste was amazed to see that they all looked like her. Only the male truly resembled his father, with his flamboyant pattern and witty spirit.

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Mate 2: Shale, the Cursed One



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Mate 3: Brashen, Doctor of the Dead




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Mate 4: Yachini, the Tattered Adventurer




The night when Yachini left to never return, adventure of his own filling his mind, the eggs she laid days before suddenly disappeared, Tey were nowhere to be found, as if he took them with him when he left. Cursing over the malevolent Pearlcatcher, she cried over the children she would never see, taken away from the secure nest she made from green grass and soft feathers.
Everyday she would pray for their safety, hoping they would survive alone.
And they did.

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Mate 5: Beast, the Wings of Freedom




To be honest, she forgot most of the time she spend with this peaceful and good-natured Wildclaw. Travelling the world and only stopping a night at the clan, their affair was as brief as can be, but she didn't regret it. Their eggs seemed full of potential, and she couldn't wait to see how they would grow.

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Mate 6: Cinder, the Gentle Flame




When Celeste laid these eggs, she sensed something anormal about them. A veil of faint magic was entouring them, stronger per moment, weaker at others, but she knew they weilded great potential. Magic seemed to be running through their thin shells, making them glow with life and promises. Celeste was sure of one thing, they would be formidable magicians.

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Mate 7: Chaos, the Painted Mirror




It was a gleefull morning the day the leader of the nearest Wind clan, Chaos, came to visit this busy clan. Hatchlings were under strict training, merchants were bargaining, life was buzzing all around. Spring was in full swing, flowers blossoming under the soft rays of sunshine, the sky blue like a saphir. In short, it was a beautiful day.
There, he was charmed by a magnificent Skydancer that saw potential in him, and their union gave them three radiant eggs, all beaming with life.

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Mate 8 : Aura, son of the Archer and the Veteran




Someting in the spark, in the energy that this young Ridgeback held at all time entranced her. He was the modest son of a fareway clan, born of two experts of the battlefied. But that lineage never really showed through the mentality of this joyfull dragon, too busy being carefree and living from his hunts.
She knew his young blood would be perfect for her next clutch, and so she captured the heart of this little Ridgeback, maybe three times bigger than her, but still a child at heart.
Their short love gave them three eggs, all of different sizes, to their surprise.
What sort of dragons would hatch from them ?

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Mate 9 : Harkon, elegant wanderer of the Land of Fire




As she gazed into the green eyes that faced her, she did not saw the male Skydancer before her, but a perfect reflexion of herself. She did not know that others of her kind could be so similar to her, the same white stripes were running along his thin body, as clear as the soft and perfect form of a pearl. He seemed so pure, so elegant, but so fragile at the same time. She wanted to know more about him, how such a frail but proud Skydancer could have thrived in the merciless lands of the Ashfall Wastes ?
After a long time chatting and walking along the Plateau of the Winds, the potential she saw in him made her fall in love with him, and their love brought four lustrous eggs, their shells as white as the moonlight.

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Mate 10 : Yannax, The Cursed Enchanter


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