Caito
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Haagni
Pangolin Racer
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Energy: 46/50
This dragon’s natural inborn element is Light.
Male Guardian
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Personal Style
Apparel
Skin
Scene
Measurements
Length
15.96 m
Wingspan
17.74 m
Weight
7768.09 kg
Genetics
Latte
Speckle
Speckle
Spruce
Toxin
Toxin
Bronze
Glimmer
Glimmer
Hatchday
Breed
Eye Type
Level 25 Guardian
Max Level
STR
7
AGI
8
DEF
6
QCK
8
INT
5
VIT
6
MND
5
Lineage
Parents
- none
Offspring
- none
Biography
O sol há de brilhar mais uma vez
A luz há de chegar aos corações
Do mal será queimada a semente
O amor será eterno novamente
The facts were these: Caito wanted a life of adventure and excitement, the exact opposite of what family life could offer. Being born in a clan of scholars with a long tradition of being escribes and researchers did wonders to make Caito downright bored at academic life. From a small age, Caito displayed talent for calligraphy and poetry, having a way with words that would skyrocket any dragon's reputation in a clan that valued intelligence.
Caito would ditch all that poise for the feeling of wielding a sword and living an errant life.
So when the first opportunity made way, Caito didn't think twice. The Lionfish Gang needed sailors and Caito needed a way out without anybody from the clan noticing. By the time anybody gave any thought to where the young calligraphist was, Caito had worn the clan leader's daughter's clothing as a disguise, stolen a valued obsidian dagger from the clan's vault and joined the crew of the Lionfish Brigantine.
When the adrenaline settled down, the reflected image on the waves showed a guardian, the flowery hat and cape, and the dagger under the moonlight.
Caito always knew something was off in that image of what a perfect life would be and now it suddenly made sense.
She always thought swords would be her weapon of choice. Nope. Daggers were totally her thing.
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endless waves,
boundless ocean,
an arrogant smirk,
dancing with the blade.
it's all about the
Motion,
the silver blur
leaving mere echoes
of the life long past
this young Sailor.
cut the binds,
finally set free.
looping, twisting,
twirling steel,
feeling seasalt
in the wind.
finally steady
shining in the moonlight
this is Home.
(by psychae)
A luz há de chegar aos corações
Do mal será queimada a semente
O amor será eterno novamente
The facts were these: Caito wanted a life of adventure and excitement, the exact opposite of what family life could offer. Being born in a clan of scholars with a long tradition of being escribes and researchers did wonders to make Caito downright bored at academic life. From a small age, Caito displayed talent for calligraphy and poetry, having a way with words that would skyrocket any dragon's reputation in a clan that valued intelligence.
Caito would ditch all that poise for the feeling of wielding a sword and living an errant life.
So when the first opportunity made way, Caito didn't think twice. The Lionfish Gang needed sailors and Caito needed a way out without anybody from the clan noticing. By the time anybody gave any thought to where the young calligraphist was, Caito had worn the clan leader's daughter's clothing as a disguise, stolen a valued obsidian dagger from the clan's vault and joined the crew of the Lionfish Brigantine.
When the adrenaline settled down, the reflected image on the waves showed a guardian, the flowery hat and cape, and the dagger under the moonlight.
Caito always knew something was off in that image of what a perfect life would be and now it suddenly made sense.
She always thought swords would be her weapon of choice. Nope. Daggers were totally her thing.
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"what are you going to do? stab me?" – a dragon's last words before Caito stabs them |
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Blade Dance  by big boss Joywing
xxxxxxxCaito’s teachers always said that true poetry reverberates in the soul. Each chosen word and phrase falls into synch, one after another like water in a stream, steps on the mountain, the stages of life. The pace of word can fall like the weight of a stone, or lift like a gust of air, each a deliberate choice of its creator. Each builds upon the other, a construction of the truest expression of who she was, to create something truly beautiful. xxxxxxxCaito also knew that they had no idea what they were talking about. She knew poetry, and she knew that they only wanted to see what they wanted to. They would be blind to the deeper meaning, applying complicated lenses of analysis, digging for something that wasn’t there. They would ignore her cry for freedom for the perceived perfection of literary form. And so she complied, abandoning those pining feelings in her work for cold and perfect form. Her clan applauded her talents and genius, but each selected word, each purposeful stroke was an anchor around her neck. Freedom of expression really meant freedom in a gilded cage. xxxxxxxYet, as she was fighting for her life against a bandit in the night, she could feel something stir. Her opponent was swift, her blade glinting in the pale moonlight. There was a rhythm to her steps, a ballet to a silent tune. She had panicked at first, her only weapon a decorative blade from the walls of the estate, designed more for form than function. The skydancer that opposed her was relentless, lunging towards her, chaining strike after strike, but she was not invincible. All the guardian could do was bide her time, attempting to block the strikes of her cutlass with her unwieldy guard. xxxxxxxThat was when she saw the pattern emerge. Like the syllables in a song, her opponent conveyed her tune. Strike, strike, dodge, strike, repeated as an opening refrain. She wasn’t trying to kill - she was inviting her to dance as well. In that critical moment, Caito struck, her heart jumping as she caught the cutlass with her blade. They clashed, her grip holding steady against the Skydancer’s force. She met the eyes of the bandit, a glimmer of pink in the dark. Her expression might have seemed vicious, but Caito swore she saw a glimmer of pride in her glance. The bandit was the first to break the lock, somersaulting backwards down the hall. xxxxxxx– Not bad, my dear, not bad at all. Tell me, have you wielded a blade in your life? xxxxxxxCaito didn’t answer, the weight of restraint still pressing on her mind. The skydancer merely chuckled. xxxxxxx– I thought not, though I did underestimate you, hmm? I suppose I should offer you a real challenge then. xxxxxxxWith a wicked grin, she unsheathed a second blade, spinning it into her claws. The guardian gritted her teeth, holding her unwieldy weapon steady. Yet, there was a part of her that fluttered with excitement, revelling in the fight to come. The skydancer launched forward once again, her claws of silver glimmering with hunger. xxxxxxxThe two of them redoubled their frenetic performance, the bandit’s patterns becoming that more unpredictable, each half-step and feint linked into an elegant chain. Caito felt the pulse of the battle, the rush of adrenaline as she dodged and parried, making use of her size and weight to match the onslaught. Her clumsy movements began to fall into place, her mind absorbed into the sonata of battle. Her opponent was far more experienced, but she too constructed her verse, meeting her in the chorus. She had stopped moving backwards, holding her place. At the climax of the dance, Caito saw her chance. A butt of the blade to the bandit’s arm, and a strike to the claws. There was a moment of stunned silence, as the cutlass clattered to the ground. xxxxxxxBefore Caito could appreciate what she had done however, her opponent was one step ahead. She felt a blow to the back of her head, and the cold stone floor as she collapsed. She looked up to the Skydancer’s grin, her remaining cutlass inches from her face. xxxxxxx– ...I suppose I’ve lost,– Caito finally spoke. – Is this where you kill me and take my valuables? xxxxxxxThe bandit smirked, tilting her head. xxxxxxx– They really drove that into you, didn’t they? I’d say that’d be a waste. – She drew her blade back, sheathing it at her belt. xxxxxxxCaito watched as she casually walked to her strewn weapon, rubbing at her stricken claw. xxxxxxx– I can tell, you know. The rush of adrenaline, the joy of battle. You feel it too, don’t you? xxxxxxxCaito took a glance back at the cold halls she had called home. She dreaded going back, hated that she would no longer dance like she did in that moment. The skydancer extended her hand, a silent offer. Caito took it without hesitation. xxxxxxx– Atta girl. One more thing – the skydancer pulled a dagger from her belt, and pressed it into her hand. It felt light and balanced, elegant yet simple. – I think this is more your style. xxxxxxxThe face reflected in the blade seemed different to Caito. She was sharp, brave, daring. It fit her. xxxxxxxShe would continue to write poetry in her new life, meaning conveyed through the stroke of a blade instead of a brush. This time, it would show who she truly was. | x |
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heyyyy i know i aint the boss but if you wanna follow kami instead be my guest Caito is pretty much the Second in command among the Lionfish Gang. The title of second mate officially falls on Kamille's shoulders being the Captain's daughter but nobody on their right mind would listen to Kami's rambles, so they usually turn to Caito or Wolf for advice and orders. Having quickly raised among ranks means many dragons will often dismiss Caito for her young age, before learning why Charlotte put her in charge of the fleet. She's mighty good with daggers and quite big, being a massive guardian. She's better at close combat than ranged one. Caito is an expert on Sornieth's lore something she won't be shy of attributing to her scholar childhood. She learned a lot, she knows a lot, don't mention it. She's an experienced sailor and not exactly a pinnacle of humility. She won't hesitate before showing off on subjects she's very knowledgeable about and can come off as a bit rude and egocentric.  |
Caito's dagger collection
 ISo, like...I opened Auction House sad because I had just lost an Auction for a snowbelly spruce dragon that was really cute when I found this super matching spruce beauty with three colours I love and a fantastic element for amazing 17kt. Thank you, dragon Jesus, for smiling upon me! INotable Mentions≡ News and Updates
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endless waves,
boundless ocean,
an arrogant smirk,
dancing with the blade.
it's all about the
Motion,
the silver blur
leaving mere echoes
of the life long past
this young Sailor.
cut the binds,
finally set free.
looping, twisting,
twirling steel,
feeling seasalt
in the wind.
finally steady
shining in the moonlight
this is Home.
(by psychae)
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