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Aryn

(#63786803)

Scarred as the wasteland, sharp as broken glass.

Familiar

Sprangyroo

Energy: 30/50

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Measurements

Length

6.3 m

Wingspan

7.42 m

Weight

537.16 kg

Genetics

Sable
Wasp

Indigo
Trail

Nightshade
Opal

Hatchday

Sep 10, 2020
(3 years)

Breed

Adult
Mirror

Eye Type

Plague
Uncommon

Level 21 Mirror

EXP: 35292 / 127509

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Biography

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Aryn
Leader- Huntress

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B I O G R A P H Y

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______ Aryn doesn't remember much of the Scarred Wasteland where she was born. Only a few fragments of that time still linger with her. A smell of decay, constant and comforting, the humid heat of the air, the knowledge that she was alone. She was very young, the day she was captured by slavers and taken from the land she had known all her life

______ Aryn remembers much more of her time with the slavers. The constant, jarring movement of the caravan, which she soon grew used to. The pain of beatings and scratches, which she was never allowed to heal. The hunger- she had known that before, but never with the scent of withheld food so close. And cruelty most of all, something the Mirror had never known even on the harshest of days alone.

______ When her thoughts turn to the slavers, Aryn makes herself think of the lessons. The most pleasant part of her time amongst them. Most of them were useless and cruelly taught, at least to her, but it was there she learned to read, to speak the dialects of the various regions, to recognize a hierarchy in a clan. However much she hated the lessons, and those that taught them, Aryn is glad to have learned them, at least.

______ It is with mixed emotions that Aryn remembers how she was freed, a year after she was taken. A predator, with the shape of a dragon but a body formed of shadowed leaves had stalked the caravan. It struck, bringing with it blood and terror. The slavers, and other slaves, were killed in the attack, but Aryn's instincts were not yet dulled. She escaped with only a wound in the side. When her adrenaline failed, her first emotion was triumph. Sadness for the other slaves would come later, and only weakly. She feels some guilt about this, still.

______ Aryn remembers the days that follow with some fondness. Her freedom was glorious, as tinged with loneliness as it was. She hunted for herself, her instincts sharpening each day. The Tangled Wood would never be her birthplace, but after the slavers, Aryn could forget that. But one day she made a mistake and fought in a battle she shouldn't have and the wound in her side was torn open again.

______ The wound grew infected. Aryn did not know how to cure it, weak with blood loss as she was. By the time she could walk again, her injury was glowing with fungus, and smelt of rotting flesh. Even a Plague-born Mirror like Aryn wouldn't have been able to survive it. But as she wandered, feverish and aimless, a dragon of the Twined Lair stumbled upon her. Aryn barely remembers this, but she has no reason to disbelieve what she was told, and plenty of reason to trust it.

______ Her memories of the Twined Lair itself are much stronger. The clan was tiny, with only a dozen dragons, but it was the second largest group of dragons Aryn had ever seen. She found kindness there, which she had only felt in small amounts before. For a year, the Mirror learned and healed in mind and body. She watched as the clan grew in numbers and power. But clan life became stifling for Aryn almost as soon as her body healed. She remembers, perfectly, her last conversation with Watcher. The Guardian suggested that she leave the clan, if only long enough to figure out what she wanted.

______ Aryn's recollections of her second time wandering the Wood are both worse and better than the first. Less fearful, certainly, now that she knew what creatures were dangerous, and what made for good meals. Less painful as well, her wounds all healed and her body strong. But the loneliness, once so far from her mind, struck with a vengeance. It was almost enough to drive her back to the Twined Lair. But she refused to return so soon after leaving.

______ She hadn't known, then, that Mirrors weren't made to hunt alone. After all, the only others of her kind she ever knew were slavers or slaves. But so it was, and when Aryn met Redrun, and she first ran with a pack at her side, she was happy. Aryn will never forget the Twined Lair, and her pack always comes by it when the seasons change. But it is her clan no longer, and they will never be more than allies. The Lair seems ready to travel again, though, so perhaps the two groups will run alongside each other. Until then, Aryn's Hunt will wander the wood alone.

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