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Thana

(#63842935)

Level 1 Coatl

Familiar

Flameback Slink

Energy: 0/50

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Physical Attributes

Battle Stats

Measurements

Length

8.27 m

Wingspan

10.25 m

Weight

764.57 kg

Genetics

Copper
Skink

Aqua
Trail

Pistachio
Underbelly

Hatchday

Sep 12, 2020
(3 years)

Breed

Adult
Coatl

Eye Type

Fire
Common

Level 1 Coatl

EXP: 0 / 245

STR

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DEF

QCK

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MND

Lineage

Parents

none

Offspring

none

Biography

Thana
"I am deliverance."

The map’s been burned into your brain, though you never thought you’d need it. Long years crisscrossing the same paths have planted a sense of home into your spirit, embedded deeper than any map ever could be.
You struggle to hold onto it now. The flames roared through, turning home into a nightmare world, twisting it into spires of glass and deep drifts of ash that blanket the debris and worse....
But the work goes on. It has to. You take the letter and soar onward. Below you, the warped landscape mocks you, refusing to conform with your memory of the map, your sense of home. “I can’t be lost,” you tell yourself, as for the hundredth time you look down and see only darkness and ruin, where once you had a home. “I can’t be...”
You did not think you would hear another voice. You have gotten so used to the silence that when a small shaft of noise breaks through, it sends a jolt through you like a lightning bolt. It reminds you that all this is real, and also that—
The voice comes again. Just a sound, really: a hainu, still tethered near a burned-out cave. You never learned to speak hainu, but the plea in its eyes tells you all you need to know. Its whimpers are pure bafflement and terror: They take the words right out of your mouth.
You think those sounds are the most awful you’ve ever heard, but when you cut the leash and it flutters away, you reconsider. Signs of bafflement and terror they may be—but also signs that someone still needs aid, that someone is still alive and willing to brave the nightmare world.
There are still other dragons, forging through the destruction and the dark. Refugees searching for safety. Raiders searching for wealth. You pass a warrior from the Starfall Isles, nod blankly at his tales of corpses rising from the grave. You salute the dusky-colored courier who still bears a missive in her bag. Many of them utter some variation of the words “I am looking for my family....”
You give them what aid you can, but they are not your chief concern. Dragons have always had clans. Your duty, now, is to the creatures they left behind. The injured, the abandoned, those who have even less understanding of the disaster than you ever will. Family, familiar...Are they not the same word?
Your senses spread out wider, catching each scrap of sound. Scratching noises reveal ferrets trapped in a half-collapsed hutch. A mournful hoot comes from a charoite burrower in a dented cage. Angelfish flopping in a rapidly drying pond. Larails toiling in a garden that will never grow again. A goblin, face blank with uncomprehending grief, wondering why its defensive magic failed.
You gather them all up, and you take them with you. The nearest border may be days away, and your cargo may be heavy, but you have flown longer and carried much, much heavier. The delivery dragon’s pride still burns within you, and it outshines the flames that brought ruin to your home.
The bottle catches your attention when it clinks, and you remove the cork. The wisp swirls out, doleful eyes blinking in the gloom. It chimes a question you don’t understand, one you’d never answer even if you could.
It makes an admirable effort to cheer you up, dancing around you in glittering gusts. In gratitude, you search for something it can play with. Your claws close around a scrap of paper, long smudged and shredded by the creatures you carried to safety in your bag.
The words on it briefly nudge your memory—“There’s something I need to do”....And then the message is snatched away by the playful spirit, and your face breaks into a smile. This is what you are here to do.
You are no mere delivery dragon. Now, you are deliverance/font]

~ written by Disillusionist (254672)
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