Artyx
(#63070497)
"Welcome folks, to the night of your lives!"
Familiar
Wintermane Bowman
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This dragon’s natural inborn element is Wind.
Male Skydancer
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Personal Style
Apparel
Skin
Scene
Measurements
Length
5.44 m
Wingspan
5.02 m
Weight
417.55 kg
Genetics
Lead
Wasp
Wasp
Nightshade
Bee
Bee
Grape
Underbelly
Underbelly
Hatchday
Breed
Eye Type
Level 1 Skydancer
EXP: 0 / 245
STR
4
AGI
5
DEF
4
QCK
9
INT
9
VIT
4
MND
9
Biography
By Africa
  
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The wind howled outside the auditorium. Dragons whispered and shuffled their wings, trying to peer past the velvet curtains. Stars glinted above, sparkling in the midnight sky. Then, a beam of light appeared, illuminating the curtains. Tense music played. The audience’s chatter subsided, and everyone watched, eyes glued on the spotlight. The curtains were pulled apart as a huge cloud of glittering purple dust filled the stage. Dragons gasped, watching a figure emerge from the cloud. He tipped his black top hat to the audience, spreading his wings dramatically. “Drakes and dragons, dragonets and hatchlings, welcome, to the night of your lives!” The audience applauded. The dragon grinned. “Thank you! Thank you! My name is Artyx and I am your host and magician tonight. Now, who’s ready for some magic?” He asked, listening as all the dragons whooped and applauded. Artyx spread his claws, making a deck of cards appear between his claws. They hovered around him, floating in a shimmering purple wind. The cards shuffled, spinning away and mixing themselves up before joining into one deck again. He called up a member of the audience, grinning as usual. His show had become more and more famous over his short career, and he loved his job. Once however, he was a young, innocent hatchling... Artyx looked out from his perch on the hilltop. All around him, the lands of the Wind flight were spread out. The skydancer was ready. He was young, but he couldn’t wait to see the world! Maybe he’d fly through Nature’s forests or swim through Water’s ocean! These happy thoughts made him smile. And so, with one last glance at his clan, he flew away. After several hours of flying, Artyx landed, exhausted. He was in the midst of a bamboo forest on the outskirts of a distant clan. He found a place where he could sleep and curled up, listening to the distant thumps, hoots and growls of monsters. Every time he was about to sleep, some crash or angry yowl startled him awake. Time dragged on, leaving the hatchling shivering and scared. More crashes and thuds rang out. But they were closer this time. Heavy paws thumped, getting closer and closer. Artyx curled up tighter, eyes wide with fear. He could hear something getting closer. Brown paws stepped past Artyx’s hiding spot. The skydancer held his breath. Suddenly, the even thumping of paws stopped. Then, they came closer. The creature stuck his head right in front of Artyx. The hatchling screamed, pressing himself closer to the tree bark. The catlike creature snarled, raising his claws. Artyx screamed louder. The creature’s claws came down on him, raking across his face. The hatchling started crying in pain. The monster snarled and jumped, trying to pounce on him. But then, a bright purple flash exploded, sending the creature shooting back. Artyx slumped to the ground, crying. When the purple smoke faded away, there stood a tall dragon. “Hello there, little guy. That photocat got you bad, didn’t he?” He said in a gently voice. Artyx whimpered. From his position, he could see the photocat getting back to its paws. But before the hatchling could warn his savior, the dragon was already whirling around and slashing with a dark bolt of magic. The photocat dropped to the ground, dead. Artyx gasped. “H-how did you do that?!” “Lots of practice. Now, lets get you to safety, eh?” The dragon offered, picking up Artyx. The last thing the hatchling remembered was a nice warm fire crackling nearby. Then, he fell asleep. Artyx awoke the next day in much less pain. He coughed, sitting up. A moment later, his savior was by his side. “Did you have a good sleep? Your wound is doing much better. It might scar though.” He shook his head sadly. “That photocat got you bad.” The hatchling blinked. “Who...who are you?” “Oh, me? I’m just a friendly forest wanderer who dabbles in magic.” He said with a wink. “I meant-oh never mind. I’m Artyx! I’m travelling through all of Sornieth. At least, I was...” He reached up, touching the bandage on his head. The dragon nodded. “Well, you’ll be able to go on your way soon.” He said, walking away. Artyx watched him leave. The hatchling kept thinking about the way the mysterious dragon had used magic... A couple days later, the dragon (He told Artyx to call him Conna) took off Artyx’s bandage. Across his face, narrowly missing his left eye, was a huge nasty scar. Arxyx stared at his reflection for a long time. Finally, he spoke. “I...I look so weird now.” Conna frowned. “You look fine. No one will care what you look like!” He assured the hatchling. But Artyx was not convinced. “Dragons will think I look weird! I don’t want to look weird.” He mumbled, looking down. Conna put a paw on his shoulder. “If you really want to, I can get you something to cover it up.” “Would you!? Oh please! Then I will look normal!” He begged. Conna sighed. “I’ll see what I can find.” And with that, Conna stood up and left. Artyx sat in his nest for a while, but he quickly became bored. So, with a big grin, Artyx snuck out of his nest and explored Conna’s den. It was lighted by many floating candles, and had thousands of tunnels that crissed and crossed, winding around and around. It was nearly impossible to navigate, so after poking his head out of the room, he decided that he’d stay in the room with his nest. So Artyx explored, poking around the bookshelves. And then he found it. Tucked in between several stacks of books, a small grey skull lay. The hatchling quickly bounded over, marveling at it. Carefully, he picked it up, turning it over. There was a small carving of something on the back. Then, he saw a polishing cloth. After a moment, he rubbed the skull with the cloth. Almost instantly, the surface gleamed. He quickly rubbed the rest, loving shiny things. Then, he realized that this skull could fit on his head, hiding his scar! With a big grin, Artyx plopped the skull on his head. He looked out of the holes. It was perfect. After admiring himself in the mirror, he hurried back to his nest and curled up. He had napped for only about five minutes when Conna walked in. He took one look at Artyx and shook the hatchling awake. “What did you do!?!” He shouted. “Wh-what? I-I just found this and it c-covers up my scar!” Artyx whimpered. “That skull is enchanted!!” Conna hissed. “Once you put it on, you can’t take it off!” “What?!? Why do you have an enchanted skull lying around!?” Artyx gasped, grabbing the skull and yanking at it. It didn’t budge. Artyx paled. “I guess no one will be seeing my scar now...” he muttered. “I’m not done yet! It’s also enchanted to drain away your magic! And you don’t have training in magic, correct? Well then it will suck away everything. Then, you’d need to learn more magic so that it doesn’t take all your magic. And you’d have to use enough magic and regulate it and eat right things and-and-and” Conna paused his lecture, huffing at the skydancer. Artyx shrank back. Then, an idea came to him. “You know,” Artyx said slyly. “You seem pretty good at this magic thing...I bet you could teach me!” Conna stared. “No. No way. Nope.” “But if this skull-and why was it lying around your den??-is enchanted, then I will need magic! So, you should teach me.” Artyx insisted. Conna glared at him. “Magic is very hard. It will drain your very soul. If you use it wrong, you will become obsessed with it. Are you sure about this?” Artyx nodded. “Absolutely! Let’s start now!” Conna sighed. “Tomorrow. You need more rest.” Artyx started to argue, but just slunk off to his nest and slept. The next day, lessons started. Artyx understood magic theory, and learned quickly. After a couple failed attempts, he did real magic. Because he was wind, that element was what he learned first. Soon, he was blowing things all around the den, making book pages flutter and driving Conna nuts. The days passed happily, learning and playing. His skull headpiece didn’t cause him much trouble, and he decorated it with feathers. The enchantment slowly drained away his magic, but he replenished it, storing and soaking up magic. Days and weeks turned into months, then years. Conna and Artyx grew closer. But Conna knew that Artyx needed to see the world. He’d been in the den for too long. So Artyx left, travelling the world. He enjoyed performing and made a few coins by doing magic. He started to do more and more shows, performing for longer and longer. Soon dragons flocked to see his magic shows. He travelled from flight to flight, quickly becoming famous. He’d grown up. This was one of those nights. A packed-out crowd of dragons watching Artyx perform. He did his acts with ease and grace, astonishing and wowing the audience. But there was something different tonight. For in the crowd, there was a dragon with a different goal for the night. And when the cheers faded, the lights dimmed and the curtains closed, that dragon made his move. With silent grace, he slipped through the crowd, slipping backstage. There was Artyx, chatting with his volunteer helpers and packing up. When the helpers saw the dragon, they scattered, hurrying away. And for good reason. The dragon looked evil. He felt evil. Artyx felt his feathers prickling when he got near. “You,” The dragon began in a dry, raspy voice. “are talented. We have need of you at the society.” Artyx frowned. “What society?” “Well, at the society, we work and help-” He began, but Artyx put his claws up. “I see. You want to me to join you. Well, this is what I have to say.” With one fluid motion, Artyx brought down his jeweled cane on the dragon’s head. He crumpled to the ground. Artyx put his cane up, dusting off his paws. “You can come out, Tordu.” Tordu materialized out of thin air. “Wasn’t that great! I mean he totally thought I was gonna join! It was amazing. Now, let’s get back to business. Tell me about the clan, again?” Tordu twisted his head slightly. “Amazing. Well, the clan is small, but all the members are prime and carefully selected. We have missions, dens...everything you’d need.” He said. Artyx held out his claws. “I’m glad you aren’t trying to take advantage of me. Count me in.” He said with his signature grin. And that was the day Artyx made the worst decision of his life. |
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