Still
(#62824207)
Level 10 Imperial
Kataibates
Shatterbone Vulture
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Energy: 49/50
This dragon’s natural inborn element is Lightning.
Male Imperial
This dragon cannot breed until Jun 22, 2024 (19 days).
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Personal Style
Apparel
Skin
Scene
Measurements
Length
21.32 m
Wingspan
16.3 m
Weight
9396.53 kg
Genetics
Phthalo
Wasp
Wasp
Phthalo
Constellation
Constellation
Overcast
Firefly
Firefly
Hatchday
Breed
Eye Type
Level 10 Imperial
EXP: 877 / 27676
STR
24
AGI
6
DEF
6
QCK
6
INT
8
VIT
8
MND
6
Lineage
Parents
Offspring
- Icarus
- Moonfade
- Azlar
- Nephele
- Dianmu
- Logan
- Unnamed
- Faithel
- Gailthe
- Haithel
- Axl
- Ventus
- Yaazaniah
- Quem
- Leia
- Carosh
- Jade
- Sadri
- Isken
- Everyn
- Maerwynn
- Alethios
- Iriekain
- Forscythe
- Vespana
- Nelkir
- Oboro
- Aleru
- Ricben
- Nyissas
- Ats
- Hal
- Ata
- Ieni
- Pippen
- Spencer
- Ohm
- Telemachus
- Raputo
- Rika
- Aralyn
- Garwyn
- Soulorolla
- Dina
- Buruk
- Awel
- Bralinas
- Juhan
- Crovil
- Andezo
- Boolsa
- Israphel
- Astrophelle
- Vilequill
- Donnell
- Leone
- Nuvola
- Ludoga
- Alun
- Faillon
- Radinen
- Zenith
- Aralle
- Nivenor
- Eito
- Gavilon
- Xanthos
- Gaunt
- Cawthorne
- Gutyn
- Aradan
- Humphrey
- Cynfor
- Heriberto
- Brigid
- Yakuba
- Leonie
- Karos
- Godwyn
- Manella
- Caelthine
- Vorana
- Unnamed
- Unnamed
Biography
PROFILE
Name: Stilliam Withy
"Still" for short. Gender: Male Pronouns: He/Him Profession: Electricity Regulator, Grounder Interests: Gardening, cooking, mending clothes. At heart, Still is a homebody. Vibe Song TREASURES 
Always on his hip when he heads to the gardens, Still enjoys gathering food for the clan and seeing the flourishing plants.
Due to a childhood injury, Still requires wing supports for extended flying as own wings struggle after an hour aloft.
Most electricians have Stormclaws to show their status - but not Still. His skill lies in regulation, grounding and containment, and his blessing reflects that.
No one knows who gifted Still this ring, but it is a treasure he is never seen without, and at times dwells on fondly. It is his secret, for him alone. TRINKETS 
FAVOURITE FOODS 
WHENCE HE WAS BORN  It was a small village he was hatched in and small all the while he grew. He supposes, now, that is why the library did not have the books he sought. He is almost glad of that, really. If it had the books he sought he would never have had the answer he needed. WHENCE HE WAS STRUCK  The stone spire still stands, if perhaps a little more shock- and soot- scarred than when he climbed it. One day, Still would like to return. One day, Still would like to climb all of it's grand height again. FAMILIAR 
Familiar: Shatterbone Vulture
Name: Kataibates About: Not everyone is sure what animates Katai - but Still knows perfectly. A skeleton long- inhabited by a Lightning Sprite, Kataibates helps Still contain and ground powerful surges of their birth element. |
The lightning sought the ground.
He knew that. PERSONALITY Steady, reliable and consistent, Still is a quiet dragon for all his size, and one who generally keeps to himself. While he occasionally seeks out company for his walks through the gardens, he's never ill at ease in his own company and can often be found peacefully sewing, cooking, or helping in the gardens. Incredibly gentle with the hatchlings, he's known to let them clamber on him on his days off, and he's generally considered a good minder if no one else is available. ABOUT He hatched with lightning clashing above him. That was not all so strange, in the Shifting Expanse. Of course lightning would clash and thunder would rumble and storms would flood across the skies. In the Stormcatcher's domain of course storms were to be found, but he still remembers it, the forks of lightning splitting the skies, shearing through the winds and diving deep into the ground. Why does it do that? he remembers wondering, small and new hatched, egg fluid still coating him and shivering in the wind of the oncoming storm. His eyes were watering from the dust and sand, but he couldn't tear his eyes away from the lightning, bright against the frothing clouds, and how it not only fell but dove. It wanted the ground. It didn't want to fly as dragons did, as birds did, as all else around them did. Still barely even knew how he knew all of this but- The lightning sought the ground. He knew that. Later, when he was a little older, he learned more - about the lightning, yes, and the Stormcatcher's lands, and why it was he knew things. "We sang to the eggs," his mother said. "Stories, myths, teaching songs. To pass the time, mostly, but-" She paused, her claw under his chin, lifting his face to meet her gaze. "Sometimes, rarely, there are hatchlings who are aware through the shell. Not quite awake and not quite sleeping." He claw tapped once-twice on his chin, and she smiled. "You learn a little something extra, then." Something extra, perhaps - but not quite enough. Still was not like his siblings, and perhaps that was due to his egg-memory, perhaps that was due to how he preferred time helping his mother to time with their father - perhaps it was simply him. He was steadier and less eagerly energetic, less rushed. He knew what he wanted, after all, to understand why the lightning not just fell but dove and he sought that answer constantly. He was too young to go to the Tempest Spire to study, he was not bold enough to venture into the courts of the Stormlords to ask them what they knew - but he was not without boldness. There was a crag at the edge of the territory, a piece of rearing rock, rippled across in layers like how Still imagined water and waves to be, and there was a climbing path marked all of the way up it, climbing spikes and flapping ribbons, all to make it possible to reach the very peak, to spot an oncoming storm, to prepare a lightning spike when the batteries were low. No one was ever meant to climb it in a storm, and certainly not one so young as he, but the books he had did not answer him and his parents did not know and he was not bold enough to burst into a Stormlord's court to ask so simple a question. Besides. There was a simpler answer, wasn't there? One could ask the storm. The storm answered him with scars, lichtenburg figures that lit up his nerves and twisted his muscles and made him fall. The storm answered him with force, with its driving purpose, the howling winds and the tearing noise, the crackling static building to a blast so bright he thought it might blind him and the lightning ripped through his body to the rock he stood on and he trembled. He was still trembling when they found him, slumped atop the rock, his eyes staring, unblinking, up at the clouds. He did not remember his father carrying him down to the village, not taking the path but gathering him in his arms and flying, a panicked rush as his mother glided off ahead, seeking out the nearest Stormlord for help. Not everyone was equipped to treat lightning strikes, after all. Only the Stormlords for whom lightning was blood. Perhaps he should have asked a Stormlord. They would have told him - but he thinks he would not have understood, if he had not felt it. He still felt it, as he lay on the rugs and blankets his siblings pulled from the cupboards, as Brontos worked above him, pulling the last lingering strands of lightning from his body, as he trembled the last of it loose. It was not just he that ached, young and newly lightning-struck. The lightning ached too. The lightning sought the ground as he'd sought the lightning, unable to sustain itself with nothing but force and friction, the temperature shifts of the Ashfall's heat and the chill of the Thousand Currents. It exists, but aches, cannot simply be, needs something more - needs somewhere to go to. Somewhere to fall. Something to ground. Brontos's hands steadied above him, twisting the last of the lightning away. Still's trembling eased. "Good lad," the old guardian rumbled. "Strong one. Sit on up now." His parents fussed and worried behind Brontos but while Still's wings stayed limp - first struck and last to heal - he pulled himself upright. "Good lad," Brontos repeated. His hands twisted, indicating stretches, ways to move each finger and claw. "Can you-" It was easy. The ache was there - Still suspected the ache may never quite leave - but the stretching helped, the stretch let him feel. There was still lightning in his veins. "You were laid here," Brontos said. "Hatched here. Raised here. Only reason you survived. But-" the old dragon said, reaching out to turn Still's hand over, to extend his arm so he could see the strange shimmer that was coming into being over his own skin, "Not the reason for this, I think." Still knew his purpose, in that moment, his last one solved by the storm, the answer to his question finally given. He'd cared enough to ask the storm, after all. Of course he's to help be its conduit to the ground. Of course he will ease its way. RELATIONSHIPS
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