Yarna
(#58918780)
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Energy: 50/50
This dragon’s natural inborn element is Wind.
Female Skydancer
This dragon is hibernating.
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Personal Style
Apparel
Skin
Scene
Measurements
Length
4.35 m
Wingspan
5.68 m
Weight
476.47 kg
Genetics
Saffron
Crystal
Crystal
Sable
Bee
Bee
Sunset
Smoke
Smoke
Hatchday
Breed
Eye Type
Level 25 Skydancer
Max Level
STR
104
AGI
15
DEF
22
QCK
76
INT
5
VIT
40
MND
5
Biography
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YARNA
Protector/Warrior Chief |
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TW: Gore, blood I'm scared. Scared of the future, scared of the past. Scared that nothing will be all right. My name is Yarna. I am a Skydancer of this Clan you see before you. I am a fighter, a warrior, though it is not customary for a Skydancer to become a warrior. I was the dragon in charge of the troops of The Freedom Fighters. That's what we were. Fighters. We fought for our Freedom, and our lives. I came here from another Wind Clan. Swept away from there, and hurled here in a huge storm. I remember when it was just me, Crio, and Fishand. I remember when we brought Chimera home. He was on track to become what they call "fodder." A dragon destined for nothing but to be exalted to whatever deity the Clan whose hands he fell into, served. I remember falling in love with him. I remember the panic and fear I felt when our first children hatched. They were monsters. Born oozing in toxic sludge, their bones showing through their somehow translucent skin. We sent them to the Windsinger, fearful for the safety of the rest of the Clan. I remember questioning Chimera about them, because their monstrous nature didn't come from me, I was sure of it. I remember asking him what exactly he was, where he had come from. He had no answers. I remember when Fishand left. He was gone, suddenly, and in the night. No one knew where he had gone. I remember when Lapis, Mila and I first ventured into the coliseum. I remember how weak I felt next to them. I remember purchasing stones that would make me stronger from a wayward merchant. I remember going back in there and using them against my fellow creatures. I killed many. I have sent may of my fellow inhabitants of Sornieth to whatever afterlife exists out there. But they were never dragons. Until Fishand came back. When Fishand returned, he split the Clan in half, turning them against us. They called themselves the Rebellion. Their goal was to destroy us and place Fishand on top of our decimated remains as a king. Why did they follow him? I can't figure it out, even now, years after. I think some he promised to give riches, though we didn't have any, so I don't know where he would have gotten them from. Some he blackmailed. Some weren't mentally stable, like the Wildclaw with the obsession with fire, or some of my own children. We wouldn't have let them stay, I think. Before. Before all this. Before Fishand came back and destroyed my dreams for this Clan. Our Clan was going to be a sanctuary. A place where anyone could come and rest, as long as we had room. Fishand had destroyed the core values of our Clan and turned us against ourselves. I could only hope to fix it. In the middle of all this stood Chimera and I. But I can only truly rely on myself. Chimera is an amazing dragon, and has done so much. But I'm afraid to send him out any more than is necessary. Sometimes when he's in an inclosed space with many dragons, his eyes will glaze over and he will breathe in huge gasps, and sometimes when it's really bad, he'll start crying. He's always been like this. He's always been kind of an odd dragon, but I think one of the reasons I fell for him was because he had such a different way of looking at things. It had gotten a lot worse since Fishand came back and started this abominable war. Chimera spent so much more time in his own space with his collections of rocks and things. Some days he didn't say a word at all, when he used to go on and on and you could never get him to be quiet. And every once in a while the patterns on his wings will actually start oozing and he'll act like something else. He'll snap and bite and claw at anything he can get at. It's just like our children. I desperately wanted to know where this was coming from, but he said that taking care of the Clan must come first. It hurt us both when I had to restrain him, but I couldn't--and still can't--see anything else to do. We've both agreed it would be terrible to restrain him all the time, so mostly we just deal with it when it happens. He was still in there, but I think the stress of dealing with Fishand and going into hiding kind of shorted out his brain, and he just snapped. Sameness and routine means a lot to him, I've realized. It hurt him deeply what Fishand had done to us, because he's so naturally trusting. When he starts clawing and biting I can see some of the newer arrivals looking at us, wondering why I put up with this. I want to scream at them "This isn't him!" I've held it back though. This Clan couldn't handle it if I snapped. I am the only thing that keeps us going some days. It was my biggest goal to conquer Fishand, and it happened. I saw my chance that night. I saw him in the middle of the battlefield. He had blood up and down his sides. I couldn't tell if it was his or some other dragon's. Probably both. I had to try. I knew he had gained some kind of power. Weird flames swirled on his skin. He threw things he shouldn't have been able to. But this war had ruined our clan. I couldn't just let him stay there, I had to do something. I had a spear. I can't remember where I got it from, but it had been helpful the entire battle. I flew high, dodging around fighting dragons the entire way. Fishand seemed bigger than life. He seemed the size of an imperial, but that couldn't be true. There was a moment of stillness as I hovered for the half a second before the drop. There was no turning back. This could very well kill me. But it would be worth it. I only hoped Chimera would be okay without me. It was with the sudden realization that Chimera would not be okay without me that I dived towards Fishand. I had to get out of this alive. Suddenly it felt like Fishand and I were the only ones on the battlefield. Two dancers performing the deadly ritual of war. I had laser focus, brought the spear into position. He turned, saw me. He knew somehow. I could see that he knew this would be the blow that ended him. He grinned, all of his teeth showing. I still don't know what it means. As I plunged into his side, he writhed and screamed. Now we were both plunging towards the earth. The wind whisted in my ears, and I felt tears streaming out of my eyes as I realized that I really wouldn't survive. Chimera... I whispered his name as we neared the earth. Blood was everywhere, and it fell around us in great torrents. Fishand was somehow still alive, despite having a spear straight through his chest. He clawed at the sky, his wings beating feebly at the air. It did nothing. We slammed into the ground. I passed out, but later I was told that his body sparked and popped, the flames fleeing the scene like criminals. Apparently, they had to pry me off the spear, which had broken in two. I wouldn't let go. I woke up three days later with so many bones broken it's a miracle that I can even walk now. I have the chilling thought every once in a while that those flames on his body, whatever they were, somehow fled into me when he died, and made me heal. I'm not sure how I feel about that. But now he's dead. Fishand, I mean. Maybe now I can finally have some peace. Maybe now we can find out what's wrong with Chimera. And Crio, I guess. We have the whole future ahead of us. | xx |
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