Ichabod
(#56952320)
Come one, come all! | he/him
Familiar
Ectoplasmime
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Energy: 50/50
This dragon’s natural inborn element is Lightning.
Male Coatl
This dragon is hibernating.
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Personal Style
Apparel
Skin
Scene
Measurements
Length
6.95 m
Wingspan
8.83 m
Weight
737.9 kg
Genetics
Black
Poison
Poison
Platinum
Bee
Bee
Fog
Glimmer
Glimmer
Hatchday
Breed
Eye Type
Level 1 Coatl
EXP: 0 / 245
STR
6
AGI
7
DEF
6
QCK
7
INT
7
VIT
5
MND
6
Biography
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... ╰━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━╯ "Come one! Come all. . ." Faded echoes of words that whisper temptation into the darkness. Somewhere out past the border of the city, tucked away amidst ancient desert ruins or obscured by dense masses of brambles, something beckons to curious minds. In all manner of unlikely places, music echoes faintly upon the air, emitting from the parted edges of an open tent. It is called the Night Circus, a mysterious group of performers who crop up in the most unlikely of locations. Wandering drakes may stumble upon their tents, but for the most part, they are not meant to be discovered by mortals. Instead, they serve as gatherings for all manner of strange beasts - faeries, ghouls, demons, and goblins. The desert of the Shifting Expanse swallows all that falls upon its sands. Remains, and treasures, and the arching ruins of cities passed lie somewhere beneath the shifting ocean of pulverized stone. It is an unforgiving landscape and many have lost their way and perished amidst the arid expanse of dunes. Still, there are those who call such a place home. Ichabod opened his eyes, vibrant electric orbs as stunning and blue as the cloudless sky overhead. The sparkling dunes rolled past, grains of sand sliding beneath the underside of the glider that carried him, its tattered sails billowing in the wind. He was raised upon these sands and with a chirp, he beat his wings, kicking up a gust of air into the sails as the glider sped on towards the Tempest Spire. Travel in the Shifting Expanse was hazardous. Only skilled drakes dared to fly and brave the ever-present lightning storms, but traveling on foot meant crossing over several hundred miles of desert. Certainly the Shifting Expanse was aptly named, for the landscape often led travelers astray, its dunes shifting as frequently as waves upon an open sea and its depths just as hungry to swallow the lost. Still, a dark Coatl would appear each evening by the edge of the city, offering his services to anyone in need of safe passage across the desert. Tonight a Skydancer approached Ichabod's glider, a fire drake with brilliant golden-red scales. "I hear you can take me across the desert?" "Indeed, I can." Ichabod said without looking up. He was whittling a piece of driftwood he'd found amidst the desert ruins, inspecting it through the dark lenses of his goggles before shaving off several more brittle flakes. "There's been a lot of talk about raiders recently. I'm carrying some. . . valuable goods on this trip. I need someone I can trust to take me across safely." The Coatl sighed, pulling dark goggles away from his eyes. "Smuggling something then? I can get you across. What do you have to offer in exchange?" Ichabod pulled the ropes tight and with a beat of his wings, the sails filled and the glider sped away over the sands. Ichabod could sense the path across the desert as clearly as if it were etched upon the dunes and he could sense danger just as well. "Hang on tight" he called to the Skydancer as several other gliders appeared over the distant dunes. The other drake scoffed, "pirates! You said you could avoid them!" "Right. Fastest way across is through their territory, now just hold on". The Coatl flipped a lever and the entire glider shifted, sails folding neatly as a cage of wood and metal wrapped around the passengers and the entire contraption tipped downwards before burrowing beneath the dunes. "Designed this one myself! The Coatl called with a laugh. "Works every time". Indeed, Ichabod's glider was one of a kind. It fed from the wind power generated by the Coatl's wings and burrowed through sand as easily as it could glide atop it. "Most of these pirates just want my glider, but none of them have been able to catch me yet!" he said as the machine burrowed its way back to the surface, erupting from the side of a dune with a spray of sand as the sails unfurled once more. This was Ichabod's life, escorting travelers across the desert or exploring ruins in his free time. He was a young drake, an orphan found in the desert and raised by an old Ridgeback engineer who lived in a small isolated cottage in the Highland Scrublands. When his mentor passed, Ichabod took to traveling the desert and he'd been sailing across the sands ever since. Several of his more mechanically inclined clients said he would've made an excellent engineer, but Ichabod never cared for the bustling suburbia of the Tempest Spire. "Wonderful" the Skydancer praised as the glider approached the edge of the Ashfall Waste, "you have my gratitude". Ichabod pocketed several expensive rubies as the Skydancer slunk away and disappeared into the smoggy air. The next clients were a group of three drakes, Ridgebacks that crouched together to fit on the glider. Perhaps such a group should have been a red flag to Ichabod since Ridgebacks were one of the few breeds that could fly through storms with relatively little risk, but he accepted their request nonetheless. They made it nearly half way across the desert, and were nearing the pirates lands when one of the Ridgebacks pushed Ichabod from the glider and the Coatl skidded across the sand before landing in a heap at the bottom of one of the dunes. He could hear them laughing as they sped away and something about 'finally tricking that dirty Coatl out of his glider, but how does this damn thing work?' The rest of the pirates found Ichabod shortly after and blindfolded him before taking him to a remote area of the desert and dumping him into the sand. A few of them wanted to 'have some fun' with him before they left and Ichabod could barely move by the time the pirates sped away across the desert once more. The Coatl sighed. He'd taunted the pirates, so he supposed this was payback for so many trips through their territory flaunting his glider. Still, he was in trouble. Even if it weren't for his fresh injuries, Ichabod could never fly. His wing had been broken when he was a hatchling and it never healed properly after. He could flap his wings enough to generate the gusts of wind to power his sails, but it was never enough force to lift him off the ground. Ichabod huddled next to the side of a dune for shelter that night and he awoke to the sounds of someone rummaging through the debris. He'd been dumped next to an old wreckage, likely a mechanical sailer that had been struck down by lightning several decades ago. He'd inspected the rubble for parts to salvage already, but the pieces crumbled into dust in his grasp. Ichabod peeked over the dune to find another drake, a Wildclaw, humming to himself as he sifted through pieces of the wreck. "Hmm, yes, this should do quite nicely". The words came and Ichabod watched as the Wildclaw plucked a rusted gear from the rubble, its surface suddenly shining as if it were freshly galvanized. Ichabod rubbed his eyes, "excuse me" he said in disbelief, "how did yo-" He stopped short as the Wildclaw turned to face him. The drake's face was horribly deformed and covered in pustules and warts. Part of his upper lip was missing and the exposed teeth seemed to curl into a perpetual snarl. His entire body appeared to be patched together with clockwork and circuitry and he gazed back at Ichabod through a glassy telescopic lens that covered his right eye. He sniffed the air before he spoke in a garbled and nasally voice. "Hmm, curious. You are injured, but Exie can help you! We have, hmm" he began fumbling through a satchel at his waist. "Ah!" The Wildclaw pulled free a vial that seemed to glow under the moonlight. He stared at it for a moment before looking away and whispering to himself, "should eat him instead- NO! We must help. We don't eat dragon's flesh. But perhaps we should. NO NO Exie, just offer him the vial". The Wildclaw extended a gnarled hand towards Ichabod. "Come, take, we will not bite". Despite his better judgement, Ichabod approached, tentatively taking the glowing vial from the Wildclaw. "Um, thank you." He uncorked the bottle and swallowed the shining liquid, which was slightly bitter and astringent. Ichabod shivered as he felt his wounds mend themselves, skin knitting together over bleeding cuts and bone shifting back into place. "W-what, how?" The Wildclaw smiled, revealing more of his teeth. "Faerie gift, that one. Don't even have to steal them anymore! Just offers us the potions! Now Exie if off, have to find right parts. . ." The Wildclaw walked under an overhanging piece of rubble jutting from the sand before disappearing without a trace. The next morning, Ichabod set out. He could still sense his way out of the desert, although progress would be slow on foot and the potion had not healed his deformed wing, so flight was still not an option. He wandered under the sun until he found another set of ruins, a discarded dune glider and the sunbleached bones of its former pilot. Still, the rubble was the same as the last several piles he'd found; rusted and twisted beyond repair. Again, Ichabod awoke in the night to someone muttering. "Ooh, yes, we need this". He opened his eyes to see the Wildclaw inspecting the discarded glider. He picked up a piece of tattered cloth, its end extending as he pulled it free from the sand until a seamless sail of fabric rematerialized in his grasp. Ichabod needed answers and this time, he snuck up behind Exie as he extended a claw, dragging it downwards as the air parted and rippled and a doorway appeared that the Wildclaw stepped through. Ichabod was just quick enough to sneak in after the Wildclaw before the portal behind him snapped shut. Ichabod wasn't sure where he was. It was some kind of palace or cathedral with arching stone and pale light streaming in through the stained glass. Still, it was an eerie place as the air appeared to be cast in a sepia hue and Ichabod felt uneasy before realizing that his shadow had disappeared. There were other Shadows that seemed to walk past on their own accompanied by voices that echoed from somewhere far away. Ichabod didn't have time to take in much else before something approached from behind, glaring down at him with dark eyes from amidst a mane of fur and gnarled teeth and horns. It hissed as it spoke. "What issss a mortal doing here, hmmm? Sneaky thing. Sneaking inside. The Court will decide your fate." The beast, Ichabod realized, was a Gaoler, but he'd never seen one before. It ushered him towards a pair of towering double doors that opened into what appeared to be a throne room. Iron chandeliers hung from the ceiling; laden with candles that dripped wax onto the dark marble floor. Upon one of the thrones, another Wildclaw sat, accepting a cup of wine from a crippled Mirror that slunk at his feet and bowed before scurrying away. The Wildclaw looked up, "intruder?" he questioned, his voice etherial and light, but sharp like the ringing of a silver bell. "Yesss. Caught him sneaking. Sneaking around the halls." The Gaoler paced around Ichabod as he spoke, his claws tapping against the ground. "Very well, we will take care of him, thank you." With that the Gaoler slunk away, leaving Ichabod standing before the Wildclaw who stepped down from the throne, gently cupping Ichabod's head as the shocked Coatl stood and allowed himself to be inspected. There was another shape behind the Wildclaw that seemed to uncoil from the shadows as well; many dark eyes flicking open and closed across its scales. It was an Imperial, her dusky form melting into the thick haze, and she leaned forward to whisper something in the Wildclaw's ear. "Aughra says you followed our inventor, you have no ill intentions, so you are welcome to stay". "Welcome to the Goblin Kingdom" Goblins. It was what Ichabod eventually became for they were cunning and mischievous, but kind creatures imbued with strange magic. He became Exie's apprentice, learning to construct contraptions that defied the laws of science and on occasion he accompanied the Wildclaw back into the desert, sifting about the ruins and restoring old rubble back to its former glory. There are rumors about a ghoul that haunts the desert, stealing parts from abandoned piles of wreckage. Ichabod laughs for he is not a ghoul. It is simply a trick of the mind, for all goblins appear deformed in mortals' eyes. - Ichabod: ringmaster of the Night Circus, a mysterious group of traveling performers - The night circus is meant to be a gathering place for supernatural creatures and is run by goblins. - Mortals who stumble upon it feel that it the place is simply a dream and often awaken the next morning with fleeting memories of the circus.
Hatched byShadow Medley Hatchery
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