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Ixarus

(#57354618)

VI: The Lovers

Familiar

Ragepuff

Energy: 0/50

Personal Style

Skin

Scene

Physical Attributes

Battle Stats

Measurements

Length

7.11 m

Wingspan

8.03 m

Weight

575.6 kg

Genetics

Hatchday

Dec 09, 2019
(4 years)

Breed

Adult
Banescale

Eye Type

Water
Rare

Level 1 Banescale

EXP: 0 / 245

STR

AGI

DEF

QCK

INT

VIT

MND

Lineage

Parents

none

Offspring

Biography

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Hoard Guard
Gender x
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"I will search for you in every sunrise ; you are summer to my winter heart"

A forgotten child lost to the cold.
A song on the breeze, echoed, but heard by few.

Bright-eyed to the world around him, his limbs too big for his stumbling form, the colour of neon sky and the eyes of the ocean beneath -- he would never remember the order delivered by the Icewarden himself. The eradication of his kin. Maybe he wouldn’t have to learn the truth of his kind and by proxy how mean the world could be -- maybe he could live in such a way where he stayed bright-eyed and joyous.

Just maybe he wouldn’t have to taste the horrors of a cruel world.

For the time being, he wouldn’t need to. Alone in the world for only the first moments, he made friends with others that looked like him -- an eldritch male who he grew as close as thieves with had been his first friend. Kratos. The names would never leave his memory as long as he lived, that he was sure of.

But together they weren’t destined to be. They had believed they would be, as they grew into their scales yet still with gangly limbs. A promise was made that they would never leave one another -- a pact that it would be them against the world.

Just the two of them, and Ixarus found himself hoping that it would be only them. Forever and always.

But so wrong they were, as they grew and ventured to see what the world offered them. From where they hatched they traveled across the lands as far as wings could carry, but they were young and did not heed the warnings of the sky. A storm approached overhead, darkened clouds making it impossible to see and they became separated. Lost in thick black clouds calling out each other’s names.

Panicked and shrill, the teal banescale felt tears in his ocean eyes -- hovered in place with head whipping this way and that in search of bright green in the dark.

While bright colour did appear in the dark, it was not green, and the much larger dragon had simply taken him by the claw around his torso and taken him away, out of the storm, to safety, but away from Kratos.

Ixarus had threatened his abductor with teeth and snarl. Screams to go back heard but ignored, the ridgeback he would later learn as Sula could only save one from the storm. Once cleared, the young banescale had returned to the spot in search of Kratos only to come empty-clawed.

He mourned for days for his first friend, his first love.

Sula had become something of an adopted mother to him, taking her to a tribe of scholars in the realm of Arcane -- scholars used lightly for not a dragon stood without scars to bare. Time passed as he stayed in the realm of Arcane, bonds formed with many -- but never the same as what he had with Kratos.

Days, weeks, months.
Ixarus grew into his wings, his teeth bared to the world. The grief of losing a love had made him harsh and distant. Vain some might say, as he decorated his scale in gems and chains. Green like the colour of Kratos’ eyes -- Ixarus wouldn’t admit to being a sap. But when the light hit the precious stone cast in gold plating -- he thought of his almost love.

Another day, the sun high over head. Ixarus was tasked with guarding the entrance of camp alongside Alduin. The scarred imperial was little company, quiet to the point the banescale believed he was mute -- huffing from where he curled around himself. It was a surprise when the gruff voice of the black dragon reached his ears, ocean gaze turning at the newcomers he addressed.

Alduin’s words were not heard as Ixarus picked himself to his feet -- limbs moving before his mind caught up to him.
“Kratos?”

Eyes of the Windsinger turned back to him, acidic ooze leaking from dislodged scale. The sight made his stomach fall, his steps backpedaling. He wasn’t sure, was this, could the dead be among the living? His mind sought answers he did not know with no questions breathed, ticking seconds feeling of lost years. He could only stare into those green eyes and hope, and pray.

“Ixarus-- is that you?” Gravel words turned back on him, and Ixarus could finally breathe again. His form lurching forward in an instant -- forehead pressed to skeletal hide.

I’ve missed you so much--
--I love you.

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