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Iskra
(#58766421)
Level 9 Gaoler
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Personal Style
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Skin
Scene
Measurements
Length
10.29 m
Wingspan
4.27 m
Weight
7068.76 kg
Genetics
Coal
Crystal (Gaoler)
Crystal (Gaoler)
Platinum
Bee (Gaoler)
Bee (Gaoler)
Mulberry
Blossom (Gaoler)
Blossom (Gaoler)
Hatchday
Breed
Eye Type
Level 9 Gaoler
EXP: 7084 / 21526
![Scratch](/static/cms/battle_items/495.png)
![Mana Bolt](/static/cms/battle_items/499.png)
![Rune Slash](/static/cms/battle_items/510.png)
![Might Fragment](/static/cms/battle_items/757.png)
STR
29
AGI
13
DEF
12
QCK
25
INT
10
VIT
22
MND
12
Biography
Midsummer.
The Seeker exhales, breath disturbing the pink-purple locks that stick together in the sweltering hear. He's never been a fan of summer - it's the antithesis to much of what his breed stands for - but summer comes nonetheless.
It's hot.
Gaolers aren't meant to be hot.
"Iskra," Kawatare rumbles, moving to approach the pack's eldest. "You're thinking."
"It's summer," Iskra murmurs, gaze straying to the far-off peaks of the Icewarden's castle. "Though it's hard to tell. The Wyrmwound is always hot."
Kawatare dips her head in silent acquiescence, brilliant gold eyes gleaming in the distant light of the Wyrmwound. "There's a stench of decay in the air," she states, and Iskra's reminded once again of the fact that this is a light dragon. "Nothing like my home."
Iskra rumbles deep in his throat, brutally reminded of the Starwood he once called home. "Being in the Boneyard... it's different. I do not understand the ways of some of these other dragons, the ones who adapt to this place like it's anything other than a festering wasteland."
In the end, that's all he'll ever see it as.
Kawatare sighs, gaze distant. "Nychta was born here," she rumbles, "and Geya followed Solus. Do you really think there's nothing here worth saving?"
"I fear it," Iskra murmurs. "Zaynt, Yaz, Keyo... they all treat this festering wound like home. Even Nymphe, as repulsed as she once was, seems to have found her home here. And yet... I can never see this place as home."
"You would go back to the Starfall Isles?"
"I would," Iskra confirms, sweeping his tail around his legs. "I would in a heartbeat."
Kawatare sighs, dips her head. "And I would follow you. Yet... is this boneyard really so repulsive to you?"
"We are gaolers," Iskra states, gaze pinned on the distant peaks of ice. "The Plaguebringer's domain will never be our home."
The Seeker exhales, breath disturbing the pink-purple locks that stick together in the sweltering hear. He's never been a fan of summer - it's the antithesis to much of what his breed stands for - but summer comes nonetheless.
It's hot.
Gaolers aren't meant to be hot.
"Iskra," Kawatare rumbles, moving to approach the pack's eldest. "You're thinking."
"It's summer," Iskra murmurs, gaze straying to the far-off peaks of the Icewarden's castle. "Though it's hard to tell. The Wyrmwound is always hot."
Kawatare dips her head in silent acquiescence, brilliant gold eyes gleaming in the distant light of the Wyrmwound. "There's a stench of decay in the air," she states, and Iskra's reminded once again of the fact that this is a light dragon. "Nothing like my home."
Iskra rumbles deep in his throat, brutally reminded of the Starwood he once called home. "Being in the Boneyard... it's different. I do not understand the ways of some of these other dragons, the ones who adapt to this place like it's anything other than a festering wasteland."
In the end, that's all he'll ever see it as.
Kawatare sighs, gaze distant. "Nychta was born here," she rumbles, "and Geya followed Solus. Do you really think there's nothing here worth saving?"
"I fear it," Iskra murmurs. "Zaynt, Yaz, Keyo... they all treat this festering wound like home. Even Nymphe, as repulsed as she once was, seems to have found her home here. And yet... I can never see this place as home."
"You would go back to the Starfall Isles?"
"I would," Iskra confirms, sweeping his tail around his legs. "I would in a heartbeat."
Kawatare sighs, dips her head. "And I would follow you. Yet... is this boneyard really so repulsive to you?"
"We are gaolers," Iskra states, gaze pinned on the distant peaks of ice. "The Plaguebringer's domain will never be our home."
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Meat stocks are currently depleted.
This dragon doesn't eat Seafood.
Plant stocks are currently depleted.
Exalting Iskra to the service of the Plaguebringer will remove them from your lair forever. They will leave behind a small sum of riches that they have accumulated. This action is irreversible.
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