Glae
(#56299934)
Level 25 Skydancer
Familiar
Mock Firebird
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Energy: 50/50
This dragon’s natural inborn element is Light.
Male Skydancer
This dragon is hibernating.
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Personal Style
Apparel
Skin
Scene
Measurements
Length
4.23 m
Wingspan
4.19 m
Weight
391.71 kg
Genetics
Ivory
Starmap
Starmap
Auburn
Bee
Bee
Fire
Stained
Stained
Hatchday
Breed
Eye Type
Level 25 Skydancer
Max Level
STR
6
AGI
30
DEF
11
QCK
50
INT
102
VIT
25
MND
11
Biography
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 Perfect smile, golden eyes, shining and wide. He is so sweet, he is so pure, so innocent. A doll, porcelain and delicate, spun from sunshine and stardust. Father knows best, he trusted and followed from the light into the dark, golden between black and purple, a hummingbird, a bumblebee among spiders black and poisonous. Looks are deceiving however and so are first impressions, he knows it well, makes sure to make them as best as possible. He actively goes the extra mile to lure people in. Unsuspecting, even in the darkness. He stands out and he likes it that way, many have tried to woo him, all have failed. Sucked dry and left behind empty, he learned from the best. Of course he knows, knows of the whispers behind his back, the creatures and the inhabitants of the darkness alike. They mutter he is a doll, empty and hollow, needs to suck out other people of emotions to feel something himself. Maybe they are right. Maybe they are wrong. Either way, it never lasts long. A few days tops, then the intensity of feeling wanes, fades away until nothing is left anymore. Sadly enough, it doesn’t work on the creatures crawling from the pit, forcing him to actively go out into the city, to mingle with the common people. His siblings sneer or smile at his endeavors, ranging from jealousy to mild amusement, they don’t have the same need as he does. They are all different, despite sharing the same blood and parents, their powers unique and cut to suit their personalities. Or maybe it was the other way around? Either way, he is known among the peasants as the easy prince, the doll. Anyone can have him, no one knows that his body is mere bait for the hunger raging inside of it. He never killed but some would argue that what he does, is so much worse. Emptying someone of all their love, their anger, their sadness and joy, leaving empty void behind. His father never stops him, so he thinks it is alright. And even if it was not, in the end it all boiled down to do or die, sink or swim. And damned be all if he didn’t choose himself. No one else would. ”Do you see him? He looks so cute! I think I will talk to him.”, a gaggle of young lordlings and ladies a few steps away, he smiles to himself and keeps browsing the wares, pretending he didn’t hear them, pretending he was unaware of the filthy thoughts running through their minds. Almost empty, the void within him clenches down hard on his bones, his heart, his mind, he was hungry, he wanted to eat so badly. “You should do it know.” Yes, he thought. Come to me, talk to me. Make it so much easier. They were drawn to him, flies lured with honey, unaware of the spider he was in reality. Behind the glitter and the gold, behind the roundness of his eyes and the softness of his smile. People never looked deeper than skinlevel, who was he to tell them they were wrong for doing so? To make things easier, he slowly strolled closer, bumped into the lady by mere, perfectly calculated accident. She blushed and giggled, he felt nothing, yet returned her smile as sincerely as he could. She looked nice enough, not the prettiest, maybe a bit plain and boring. He didn’t care. She would do enough, at least for the next days. Maybe mother would allow him to stroll through her city on his next visit in the white empire. Her subjects had a different taste than the ones under his father’s rule. Different but just as filling. “Oh my, I am so sorry”, he lied honey sweet through his teeth, taking her hand. She became wax between his fingers and he worked her with gentle force. “Why don’t we talk a bit? Maybe I could apologize more sincerely?” And yet another butterfly came, flew and tangled herself willingly in his net. It hurt, by the Gods, it hurt so much. The blade in his spine, between his ribs, it hurt so much! He gasped for air, red lips gaining another shade of crimson. Why, why did he do this? They had laughed, they had spoken words coated with bliss and sugar, shared thoughts and lingering touches. He thought this was good, this was what they both wanted. And yet, a blade with a carved handle reaching from between his shoulder blades, jagged, sharp, bleeding. Shaking hands, pale, stained with glittering red of macabre freshness. Why won’t you die like the rest? Each breath a rattling, painful wheeze, he screamed when the blade was torn out, he screamed when the stars’ glow burnt bright and vivid through his veins, his flesh, his bones. In a show of ancient power shared by heritage, his blood seeped back, back into the wound, the edges smoothening, closing, pulled together by invisible thread and needle. And in the span of a heartbeat, he was alone on the floor of his lavish room, between scented candles and opened bottles of wine, lips stained in a shade his lipstick could not reproduce. Why is he not dead? To guard an old heart, he had tasted the cold taste of sharpened steel. To protect what was too vulnerable for show, Luoling had done the unthinkable, to try to kill an Undying. If his father had known, Luoling would have been flayed alive, his hide nailed on the outer palace wall as a warning and an example for those that dared to even fantasize. But the worst of them would have been mother, righteous fury and merciless sun. He has been hiding all day. To tell would end whatever feeling was blooming in his chest, so the prince choked on his blood and his pain. And went after the one that wanted to break his heart with a blade and treachery. The doors barred, the curtain’s pulled close, Luoling’s home was a fortress of darkened rooms and heady scents, its insides whispered of secrets and the balcony’s rail was slickened from rain, yet it held. He climbed like a thief, up the walls of stone and overgrow, over the railing and into a bedroom filled with pathetic keens and heavy bed sheets. Go away, leave now, don’t look. Oh to fall from grace so severely, where was Luoling’s cold grace now? Where was the elegance and the poise? Replaced by the coiling of a creature in heat, he tossed and turned with sweat glistening skin on sheets pulled too tight. Only to melt, numbly, boneless, desperate to a touch of skin on skin. In the gleam of hazed over eyes he saw a riddle, on shaking lips the solution, yet instead of listening he kissed away those words. Gods, don’t leave me. 
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