Cronanice
(#58831949)
Level 1 Guardian
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This dragon’s natural inborn element is Water.
Male Guardian
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Personal Style
Apparel
Skin
Scene
Measurements
Length
12.34 m
Wingspan
19.47 m
Weight
7334.3 kg
Genetics
Abyss
Crystal
Crystal
Overcast
Facet
Facet
Eldritch
Underbelly
Underbelly
Hatchday
Breed
Eye Type
Level 1 Guardian
EXP: 0 / 245
STR
7
AGI
6
DEF
8
QCK
5
INT
5
VIT
8
MND
6
Biography
Cronanice
(name means "dark one-ice")
An Icecube
Lore
Cronanice looked at his dark scales and grumbled. He, like all of his siblings, his mother and father, his grandparents, and his great-grandparents, was an Ice Cube dragon. They first came from his great-great-grandmother, Irri, a dragon who still lived, in his birth clan.
After her father had been sent to fight for the Shadowbinder, Granny Irri began to grow cold inside. The frost that became a permanent fixture on her body spread to her children, and the Ice Cubes were born.
But Cronanice was darker than any of the Ice Cube dragons that had been born before him. Sometimes his sisters would tease him, and tell him it was because he had a black soul. He always grumbled and laughed, but really, it pricked at him.
Is my soul really black? he asked himself. He wasn’t brave enough to ask his parents. If they agreed with his sisters, he was afraid that what was left of his—apparently dark—heart would shatter. But it would almost be worse if they didn’t agree, because then they would think they’d raised a stupid hatchling.
At his hatching, he had been ornery, mischievous, happy. But now he was scared and paranoid. If he could burn away his icy scales, he would. If he could scrub away the darkness and become light like his mother, he would. But he couldn’t. What he could do was isolate himself. So he did.
He didn’t speak to his brother or sisters. He barely spoke to his parents. He became a watcher.
One day, while watching the clan, he grew drowsy and drifted off to sleep. He awoke to light nudging, and when he opened his eyes, he saw Granny Irri.
His eyes widened. “Granny Irri?” he barely breathed. She seemed quiet and aloof...she rarely if ever spoke to anyone aside from her husband.
She smiled. “Hello, Cronanice.” She was silent for a moment as her smile faded, then quietly. “I don’t mean to be presumptuous, but I notice that you’re always alone. Why? That’s uncommon for a hatchling.”
He scratched a claw in the dirt. “I just don’t like talking to others.”
“Oh, is that so? I’m too old to buy that, Cronanice.”
He sighed. “If I tell you, you’ll think I’m stupid.”
“Of course I won’t.”
“My sisters keep saying that my soul is black! And that my heart is dark! And that that’s why my scales are so dark….” He dropped his voice to a whisper. “And I’m scared that maybe they’re right….”
“Oh, oh, oh,” Granny Irri wrapped a wing around him. “Sweet little one, they are only teasing you. You have such a big, kind, sweet soul...with a dash of mischief for good luck.”
“I...I thought maybe I didn’t have a black soul...but I was scared to ask because what if I was wrong? And I thought maybe you’d think I was stupid because I had to ask….”
“You are most certainly not stupid. You are young, and still learning. No one could fault you for questioning. Your soul is beautiful, and so is your heart. Just because you hide them under a dark casing doesn’t mean they are dark.”
Slowly Cronanice nodded his head. “Thank you, Granny Irri.”
“Of course. Say, Cronanice have you considered moving? I know that it helped me when I was struggling. Fresh new scenery.”
“Leave Clan HeartThief?”
She nodded. “Surely there’s somewhere you could take your kind heart and gentle soul and spread your love.”
He thought on it a moment, then nodded. And that’s when he began the search for his new home.
After her father had been sent to fight for the Shadowbinder, Granny Irri began to grow cold inside. The frost that became a permanent fixture on her body spread to her children, and the Ice Cubes were born.
But Cronanice was darker than any of the Ice Cube dragons that had been born before him. Sometimes his sisters would tease him, and tell him it was because he had a black soul. He always grumbled and laughed, but really, it pricked at him.
Is my soul really black? he asked himself. He wasn’t brave enough to ask his parents. If they agreed with his sisters, he was afraid that what was left of his—apparently dark—heart would shatter. But it would almost be worse if they didn’t agree, because then they would think they’d raised a stupid hatchling.
At his hatching, he had been ornery, mischievous, happy. But now he was scared and paranoid. If he could burn away his icy scales, he would. If he could scrub away the darkness and become light like his mother, he would. But he couldn’t. What he could do was isolate himself. So he did.
He didn’t speak to his brother or sisters. He barely spoke to his parents. He became a watcher.
One day, while watching the clan, he grew drowsy and drifted off to sleep. He awoke to light nudging, and when he opened his eyes, he saw Granny Irri.
His eyes widened. “Granny Irri?” he barely breathed. She seemed quiet and aloof...she rarely if ever spoke to anyone aside from her husband.
She smiled. “Hello, Cronanice.” She was silent for a moment as her smile faded, then quietly. “I don’t mean to be presumptuous, but I notice that you’re always alone. Why? That’s uncommon for a hatchling.”
He scratched a claw in the dirt. “I just don’t like talking to others.”
“Oh, is that so? I’m too old to buy that, Cronanice.”
He sighed. “If I tell you, you’ll think I’m stupid.”
“Of course I won’t.”
“My sisters keep saying that my soul is black! And that my heart is dark! And that that’s why my scales are so dark….” He dropped his voice to a whisper. “And I’m scared that maybe they’re right….”
“Oh, oh, oh,” Granny Irri wrapped a wing around him. “Sweet little one, they are only teasing you. You have such a big, kind, sweet soul...with a dash of mischief for good luck.”
“I...I thought maybe I didn’t have a black soul...but I was scared to ask because what if I was wrong? And I thought maybe you’d think I was stupid because I had to ask….”
“You are most certainly not stupid. You are young, and still learning. No one could fault you for questioning. Your soul is beautiful, and so is your heart. Just because you hide them under a dark casing doesn’t mean they are dark.”
Slowly Cronanice nodded his head. “Thank you, Granny Irri.”
“Of course. Say, Cronanice have you considered moving? I know that it helped me when I was struggling. Fresh new scenery.”
“Leave Clan HeartThief?”
She nodded. “Surely there’s somewhere you could take your kind heart and gentle soul and spread your love.”
He thought on it a moment, then nodded. And that’s when he began the search for his new home.
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