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Personal Style
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Skin
Scene
Measurements
Length
5.62 m
Wingspan
5.33 m
Weight
502.88 kg
Genetics
Storm
Crystal
Crystal
Eggplant
Current
Current
Orchid
Basic
Basic
Hatchday
Breed
Eye Type
Level 1 Pearlcatcher
EXP: 0 / 245
STR
6
AGI
6
DEF
6
QCK
7
INT
7
VIT
6
MND
7
Biography
U L T R A M A R I N E
Uh-oh, looks like this shy little jewel wandered a little too far from his home lair, @dragonnling, and now he's off to see the world! If ever you feel the need to exalt, he'd really appreciate it if you could just return him/her to the home lair, or to the 'Dragons Off To See The World' thread, here. This is not necessary, but he would be very grateful!
Owners I've Had:
@dragonnling
@hyzenthlaay
@Zikul
@hyzenthlaay
@EccentricElf23
@hyzenthlaay
@misterartist
@hyzenthlaay
@tanujagtap
@Alamort
@hyzenthlaay
Owners I've Had:
@dragonnling
@hyzenthlaay
@Zikul
@hyzenthlaay
@EccentricElf23
@hyzenthlaay
@misterartist
@hyzenthlaay
@tanujagtap
@Alamort
@hyzenthlaay
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Ultramarine was born to two of the most powerful prophets in the world. His oldest brother Tenebrous was following in their footsteps. His second-oldest brothers Vesper and Cosmos seemed very happy in their own quiet place in the world, and his only sister had vanished not long ago.
One day, Ultramarine made up his mind. He didn't fit in here. What was there to do but run away?
And run he did, scrambling through brambles and flapping gracelessly through the air with his half-grown wings. He ran past the King's patrols on the border and barely dodged a blast of hot fire that would have killed him had it connected. He ran, and ran, and ran, until he came to the edge of an enormous sea, and he knew he couldn't run any longer.
Exhausted, terrified, and completely alone, he curled up on the rough sand of the beach and succumbed to a deep, dreamless sleep.
Tomorrow could wait.
One day, Ultramarine made up his mind. He didn't fit in here. What was there to do but run away?
And run he did, scrambling through brambles and flapping gracelessly through the air with his half-grown wings. He ran past the King's patrols on the border and barely dodged a blast of hot fire that would have killed him had it connected. He ran, and ran, and ran, until he came to the edge of an enormous sea, and he knew he couldn't run any longer.
Exhausted, terrified, and completely alone, he curled up on the rough sand of the beach and succumbed to a deep, dreamless sleep.
Tomorrow could wait.
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The Mavenlark Guard was not one to slack in matters of hatchling abandonment, and thus were quick to pick up Ultramarine, who had managed to wander into the Arcanist's region in daze. It was for many sleepless nights that he wandered across the border of the sea to territory, and the child was exhausted. He was quickly picked up by Morana, who specialized in these matters.
"I don't know what you're running from," she said upon meeting him, "but you certainly won't get away on empty stomach."
It was this easy charm that won over so many runaways to Morana's side, and Ultramarine was no exception. She took him in under her wing, training him into an elite hunter out of his own interest. He wanted to distinguish himself from his parents, he decided, and though he never explicitly told Morana such, she had seen enough dragons like him before to put two and two together.
He came scared, tired, lost. He left a warrior. Still as shy as the day he was born, but adept.
And most important, secure in himself.
"I don't know what you're running from," she said upon meeting him, "but you certainly won't get away on empty stomach."
It was this easy charm that won over so many runaways to Morana's side, and Ultramarine was no exception. She took him in under her wing, training him into an elite hunter out of his own interest. He wanted to distinguish himself from his parents, he decided, and though he never explicitly told Morana such, she had seen enough dragons like him before to put two and two together.
He came scared, tired, lost. He left a warrior. Still as shy as the day he was born, but adept.
And most important, secure in himself.
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An adult now, Ultramarine came back to Clan Mavenlark. He was having nightmares again - rough seas tugging away his skin until there was nothing left of him. Hands inside of his throat, reaching through his mouth to wrest free.
Morana was happy to see him, undoubtedly. A mother at heart, though, it was easy for her to tell how tired the Pearlcatcher was. His eyes were sunken, and his voice, flat. She let him rest in her den for as long as he wanted, which ended up being several moons. And as quickly as he had one day returned, he left again - not even saying goodbye to Morana.
She was worried, but what could she do?
Morana was happy to see him, undoubtedly. A mother at heart, though, it was easy for her to tell how tired the Pearlcatcher was. His eyes were sunken, and his voice, flat. She let him rest in her den for as long as he wanted, which ended up being several moons. And as quickly as he had one day returned, he left again - not even saying goodbye to Morana.
She was worried, but what could she do?
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"He can't stay here-"
"How did you get here? Do you have any idea how dangerous-"
"Quick, before she knows. Here - take this to eat on the way. Fly and don't stop until this place is far behind you!"
Hands that smelled of blood pushed him from the lair. Hushed voices whispered behind bone masks, the fear in their voices far more worrysome than the chilling visages. A small parcel of food was pressed to him before he stumbled away, back to the clear night air, exhaustion dragging at his wings. He knew better than to argue, though. He could feel something wrong, lurking, sleeping. He did not want to linger long enough for it to wake.
"How did you get here? Do you have any idea how dangerous-"
"Quick, before she knows. Here - take this to eat on the way. Fly and don't stop until this place is far behind you!"
Hands that smelled of blood pushed him from the lair. Hushed voices whispered behind bone masks, the fear in their voices far more worrysome than the chilling visages. A small parcel of food was pressed to him before he stumbled away, back to the clear night air, exhaustion dragging at his wings. He knew better than to argue, though. He could feel something wrong, lurking, sleeping. He did not want to linger long enough for it to wake.
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"Ultramarine, what's going on?"
Morana was rarely driven to panic, but the look in her son's eyes didn't read as stable. He shook his head, declining to answer.
"Please...I can't promise I can help you, but we won't know unless you give me an idea of what you're going though."
It was conversations like this that convinced Ultramarine that he had to stop fleeing to Clan Mavenlark at the first sign of trouble. He hated upsetting Morana - and worse, he hated not knowing what was wrong with him.
Morana was rarely driven to panic, but the look in her son's eyes didn't read as stable. He shook his head, declining to answer.
"Please...I can't promise I can help you, but we won't know unless you give me an idea of what you're going though."
It was conversations like this that convinced Ultramarine that he had to stop fleeing to Clan Mavenlark at the first sign of trouble. He hated upsetting Morana - and worse, he hated not knowing what was wrong with him.
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His next stop was a small trading city on the border of the Sunbeam Ruins and the Shifting Expanse, where he sought advice on how to remedy his night terrors. He had heard there was a healer here who could help him by the name of Vanilla. Her kind eyes soothed his heart, and the first few nights he spent in Saibhreas were peaceful, providing him the first real rest he's had in weeks. His heartbeat was finally slowing, and he could once more taste food over the anxious bile in his stomach. Interestingly, as his stress cleared, he began to notice the tension in the town. He asked Vanilla about it, of course, since she had always been happy to explain anything to him.
This question made her purse her lips. "Have I told you anything about how Saibhreas was founded?"
"Not yet, no."
"There were four founding families who came together to form the city. The strongest of them, Cain, became our Chief Magistrate. But he is aging, and the question of who will replace him has become more more insistent."
"Can't one of the other families take over?" Ultramarine asked, stirring the fragrant tea she had just given him.
She shrugged. "They just can't decide who -- and the next strongest is actually house Swiftclaw, but they want to conquer the continent in the name of the Stormcatcher -- something which very few citizens here actually support. If there was a coup, though... we couldn't stop Swiftclaw from taking power."
"Wait, but..." Ultramarine frowned. "There are two other families, why can't one of them take power?"
"They've gone into hiding. Hence the tension -- now there's no neutral parties -- you're either for House Firstblood, or against them, with Swiftclaw."
"Have you picked a side?" he asked.
She let out a gusty sigh. "Not just yet."
This question made her purse her lips. "Have I told you anything about how Saibhreas was founded?"
"Not yet, no."
"There were four founding families who came together to form the city. The strongest of them, Cain, became our Chief Magistrate. But he is aging, and the question of who will replace him has become more more insistent."
"Can't one of the other families take over?" Ultramarine asked, stirring the fragrant tea she had just given him.
She shrugged. "They just can't decide who -- and the next strongest is actually house Swiftclaw, but they want to conquer the continent in the name of the Stormcatcher -- something which very few citizens here actually support. If there was a coup, though... we couldn't stop Swiftclaw from taking power."
"Wait, but..." Ultramarine frowned. "There are two other families, why can't one of them take power?"
"They've gone into hiding. Hence the tension -- now there's no neutral parties -- you're either for House Firstblood, or against them, with Swiftclaw."
"Have you picked a side?" he asked.
She let out a gusty sigh. "Not just yet."
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He missed Morana, but hated admitting weakness to her even more. It made no sense to him - if any dragon was to understand his pain, it would be her.
But if with all her care he was still this messed up, what hope for him was there? Why did she need to be confronted with failure?
But if with all her care he was still this messed up, what hope for him was there? Why did she need to be confronted with failure?
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