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Personal Style
Apparel
Skin
Scene
Measurements
Length
3.75 m
Wingspan
8.8 m
Weight
456.42 kg
Genetics
Obsidian
Crystal
Crystal
Obsidian
Facet
Facet
Thistle
Glimmer
Glimmer
Hatchday
Breed
Eye Type
Level 25 Wildclaw
Max Level
STR
120
AGI
8
DEF
5
QCK
70
INT
5
VIT
9
MND
5
Biography
~Harbringer of The Overgrow~
Emperor
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PAST
A dark brown egg, almost black with small green sprouts coming up from the top side laid in a nest of branches, furs, and moss, two more eggs almost exactly the same were settled beside it. The sun was setting over the fields, the sky turning all sorts of violets and reds, as the night pushed away the day.An obsidian wildclaw with bright glimmering violet scales along his underbelly stood watching the eggs, and sitting beside him a female coltal with patches of ice like blue scales. "Are you sure they will hatch today" asked the male. "Yes," replied the coltal, her tail lashing anxiously. She didn't know why but she was worried. Had this feeling that something was wrong. It wasn't just the anxious of waiting for her dragonets to hatch, it was a feeling that clung to her soul! Something was wrong with one or all the eggs. Crack crack. A few cracks appeared around the egg that was the lightest brown and soon a black head with feathers and shadowy crystal like patches of scales popped out. A coltal. Not long after from a hazelnut colored egg came another obsidian head with black feathers, creamed horns, a wildclaw. The darkest egg remained, yet it showed no signs of hatching. She knew it! Something was wrong. Has the dragonet been lost? But it looked healthy. The female coltal sniffed it. She was tempted to help it hatch, but new it was forbidden. Minutes passed and the eggs cracked. Soon a small hand kicked out and clawed at the air. It wasn't long until a dragonet with crystal like scales and thistle under belly laid in the center of the nest, his eyes a cloudy pale blue. Mother realized immediately what was wrong with her dragonet, her heart sank, she knew the fate of a blind dragonet. The male wild claw studied his blind hatchling with a sad twinkle in his eyes before picking him up in his claws and taking him away without a word. He dropped the baby near a stream, where he hoped a predator would dispatch of the young creature quickly. He gave his son a last pitiful look before turning away. The blind dragonet would not know his mother or father, his siblings, he was born to die. He squeaked and chriped, calling for his mother. He could no longer smell his mom or dad, feel his siblings' warmth and the familiar smell of the nest. All he heard was trickling of the stream, the buzzing of bugs, and the croak of a frog. When the sounds suddenly stopped he knew he was in danger despite not knowing what danger was. Something grabbed him and lifted him up. He let out a roar and slashed his talons, feeling them collide against something, and it was followed by a yelp. He felt something soft holding him, but it wasn't like the furs or mosses of the nest. He would later learn this was the feeling of feathers, like the ones that ram down his head and the ones on his tail. "Feliks, that will be your name, young dragonet. Know that your clan abandoned you, and that your saviors are the Raptorick Tribe of the Silver Creek…" 
"I bring my tribe a dragon! A blind dragon! I should have known there was something wrong with you, just how when a Scorchpaw Prowler abandons her kits! There is always something wrong with it. But of all things why blind? There is no use for a blind creature, at least a def one can still hunt and fight!" He would say and then Felixs would always wonder why he hadn't been driven off or left to die again. It seemed his tribe had more mercy than his real mother had three years ago, even if they did occasionally voice their complaints and frustration about him. One part of Felxis was angry but he also understood how hard it was for his tribe. The dragon clans around them competed fiercely and even hunted the Raptorick. That was why his father had saved him. In hopes of a dragon to protect the tribe, but when Felkis could not hunt or fight he was nothing but an extra mouth to feed and keep alive. That was until he discovered magic. He first discovered it when helping his friend, the son of the clan's Sorcerer, Shadowspeaker. Shadowspeaker was meant to follow his fathers footsteps and become the next Sorcerer of the clan and so he was often tasked with studying how to bring froth visions and use magic, magic that Feliks would soon learn was basic and weak when compared to just how far one could take their abilities. Shadowspeaker hated studying, he wanted to be a clan warrior like their best friend Fiercebeak, he just didn't have it in him to meditate and study magic. He couldn't seem to feel the presence of magic that his father, Dawnspeaker said was everywhere. "Ughh this is stupid!" Shadowspeaker proclaimed and stamped his talons on the fallen log he'd been using as a desk out in the forest. "Father said that in the calmness of the forest I would be able to feel the magic energy or whatever he calls it? Aura? But I feel nothing other than heat and humidity!" He screeched. Felixs turned his head towards his friend and frowned a bit. " What does magic feel like?" He asked. "Beats me? My dad says you know when you feel it, it exists in everything especially in nature. He told me it's like this tingling feeling in your claws when you pull magic to you, but I never felt it!" Shadow sighed in frustration. "Maybe magic isn't even real!" Fiercebeak chimed in with a snort. "That can't be possible, you know our world was shaped by the ancient dragons or something?" Shadow said and Felkis nodded. "Yes! The Gladeskeeper, Shadowbringer, apparently the dragons see them as gods or something, some clans even sacrifice other dragons to them" Felkis recalled out loud what he had heard from one of their teachers. "I have an idea! Feliks, why don't you try to feel for the magic? " Shadowspeaker suddenly said. "What?" "Me?" "Think about it, I've been taught that the magical elements that represent each of the dragon lands are the magic that was used to shape our world right? That means dragons are more attuned to the magic around them, because the very first dragons used magic to shape our world! That means Feliks can feel the magic better than me or even my father!" Shadowspeaker explained and Feliks could imagine his friend jumping up at this new revelation. "But only the clan sorcerers can do magic! It's dangerous for anyone else. What about those stories of those who went mad?" Fiercebeak exclaimed with a worried tone. "But that's not the case for dragons!" Shadowspeaker pushed. "How do you know!" "I read in some of dad's scrolls of how dragons use it to fight, heal, and enchant!" Shadowspeaker retorted. "But-" "I'll try it!" Felkis interjected and felt around the fallen log for the papers. "Shadow, can you tell me what the paper says? What am I supposed to do?" He asked. Shadowspeaker nodded and grabbed the papers. " Although magic can be used for a lot more, we only use it to call visions into our minds, Father says using magic for more than that is dangerous and messes with the balance of nature and yada yada yada'' Shadow finished in a naggy voice. "So I just close my eyes and try to see some future vision?" Felkis asked doubtfully. If magic had been used to shape their world why did the Raptorick sorcerers only use it for visions and answers? It seemed like a waste to not use it for more like growing crops quicker or a hiding their village from dragons hunting for them. Felkis closed his eyes and concentrated. He didn't know what to picture in his mind or what he could 'see' since...well he couldn't see anything. There was nothing, moments passed and nothing. Felkis thought harder, sinking his hind talons into the dirt trying to draw any magic in the ground to him. Come on! Give me a vision! Anything! Come to me! Come to my claws! Felkis thought fiercely and then he felt it. A tingling feeling though his scales and sudden visions flashed in his eyes. A dark forest, trees that towered over him, so ancient and full of magic. Blooming flowers, long thick vines and various plants of different greens. He knew this was the shrieking wilds. Another flash, he saw himself holding stones that gleamed as if crystals were in them, odd symbols carved in them. Shadowspeaker was with him, but not Fiercebeak which did concern him a bit. They were in the shrieking wilds and then nothing. Feliks gasped and his eyes shot open. He turned his head around trying to see his surroundings but there was nothing. He had seen! He'd seen the plants and all the different colors. He'd actually seen. Was that what the world looked like? A few tears rolled down his cheeks. "Feliks?" Shadow asked in a whisper,a tone of worry in his voice. "What? Did you see something bad?" Fiercebeak demanded in her agitated 'I want to know now' voice. "Nothing!" Felkis said quickly. "Nothing bad," he added. "I just saw visions of what I think was the Shrieking Wilds, I SAW! I saw the trees and plants! I saw the ground and flowers! I saw! I saw!" He said with excitement. Felkis had never thought he'd be able to see, but he had! Felkis described what he saw to his friends in every detail, but he did leave out the part where Fiercebeak wasn't there to not cause her worry. After that day Felkis focused entirely on magic. Shadowspeaker was more than happy to read him the scrolls he got from his fathers, or from the library and then leave Felkis to work with what had been read to him while Shadow himself went off to train with Fiercebeak. And slowly Feliks became better at using magic, and he ventured away from the basic visions to actual spells and enchantments. |
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