Dorian
(#63805193)
Level 1 Skydancer
Nightmare
Swamphaunt Kelpie
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Energy: 48/50
This dragon’s natural inborn element is Earth.
Male Skydancer
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Personal Style
Apparel
Skin
Scene
Measurements
Length
4.52 m
Wingspan
6.08 m
Weight
706.29 kg
Genetics
Tan
Python
Python
Eldritch
Safari
Safari
Shadow
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
Lineage
Biography
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 Isolation The son of Deadwood's exiled undertaker, Dorian never learned anything in his youth besides taking care of graves and how to cope with crippling loneliness. It wasn't a life he wanted--but it was all he had. His father was ostracized, and, as his son, the town's residents avoided him like the plague. Isolated, Dorian turned to the only people who would dare to speak with him--the dead. Being the son of the undertaker had granted him this one boon, the ability to communicate with ghosts. Those spirits were the only friends he had. There were dozens of dead who roamed the town, but three in particular he grew close to--a small child whom he often played hide and seek with, a kind old woman who would tell him bed time stories, and a caustic young man who would scoff at his childish antics but always lent a helping hand. For the longest time, those ghosts were everything to him. But, as he grew older, he knew he had to move on from Deadwood someday, to move on from them. As painful as the goodbyes may be, now that Dorian was an adult, he knew it was time for him to leave. After all, nothing good would come out of staying around Deadwood's horrors for too long. And, perhaps, he will finally be able to find some place out there where he'd belong, someplace where his life could become something more than just graves and ghosts.  Moonlight Alone, Dorian has been traveling for months now. Searching for something he can't quite put into words. Something. Some place. Or, perhaps, someone. He doesn't know what it is, just that it calls to him. Leaving Deadwood behind had been a painful decision for him, but it also came as a relief. No more graves. No more death. Just Dorian and the road sprawling before him. Sure, he was lonely, but he had been lonely before too, and now--now it felt different. He was alone by choice, choosing to wander 'til he finds whatever it is that tugs on him so, dragging him forwards towards-- A meadow? Bathed in pale moonlight lies before him a flowering meadow with a small village nestled within. Despite the night--or maybe because of it--the flowers seemed to flourish, their pastel hues mixing together like a painting. Their sweet smell carried on a breeze and enveloped Dorian, softly, gently. It was in that moment, standing atop the hill before it all, that Dorian knew he was where he was meant to be, although he was hesitant to admit it. He was home. In a rush, he hurried down the hill, his heart urging him on. Faster. Faster. Until he reached the edge of the meadow, where the castle stood, looming over all. Despite its intimidating size, it looked almost soft in a way, with pale yellow and pink stones with white butterflies painted on them. The whole place felt so much like a fairy tale, Dorian had to pinch himself to see if he was dreaming. But a dream it wasn't, and, without thinking, he was already at the castle's doors, poised to knock. Though, it would seem he needn't bother, as one door swung open regardless. There, standing in the doorway, was a handsome young dragon--a prince--with a soft smile adorning his face. "Hello there traveler, my name is Daffodil. It's nice to finally meet you!" His voice when he spoke was as soft as the rest of him, a flower in more than just name alone it seemed. "Finally? How did you know I would come?" Dorian asked. "There is a prophet in our town who foretold it. And even if he hadn't, I could feel it the moment I laid eyes on you. That we were meant to meet. Do you feel it too? That--that something that is pulling us together?" "I-I do, I think. Did your prophet tell you what it means?" "No, but I imagine we'll find out, won't we..." "Dorian," he supplied, "my name, is Dorian." "Well, in that case Dorian, allow me to be the first to welcome you to the Moonlit Meadow. Why don't you come in, there are plenty of spare rooms here in the castle you could stay in, if you'd like?" Dorian told himself that he wouldn't. That he couldn't possibly impose on the people here, on Daffodil, like that. Or at least, not for long. He was a wanderer, he couldn't settle down here. Well, he knew in every fiber of his being that that wasn't true. This was his home now, where he was meant to be, whether he acknowledged it or not. His first night in the meadow he insisted, he'd only stay a week. Daffodil had shot him a knowing smile, and just like that one week became two, two a month, and then--a whole year had passed in the blink of an eye. Over the course of the year, the two dragons had become close. Close to the point where Dorian couldn't imagine his life without his dear Daffodil, to even think of a life without him was an insult to everything good in the world. Dorian had fallen in love with him. Slowly but surely, deeply, painfully, in love. And he wouldn't have it any other way.
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