Fog

Uh-oh, looks like this confused Guardian wandered a little too far from her home lair (547330, AppleChampagne), and now she's off to see the world! If ever you feel the need to exalt, she'd really appreciate it if you could just return her to the home lair, or to the 'Dragons Off To See The World' thread, here.

Owners I've Had:

Apple Champagne <--Home Lair!
Flireon
Anomal0car1s /
peaterpatter
(enter your clan name here)

Bright light peaked through squinted eyelids as the pale guardian awoke. Dazzed and a little blinded by the sunlight, she looked around, lost. The beach around her was empty besides a couple seashells, and the gentle sounds of waves lapping against the shore. "Where am I?" she wondered, standing and stretching sore limbs. Sand clung to her as she looked down at her wet and muddy scales, shaking them off the best she could before pausing. "Who am I?" she wondered aloud this time, looking along her body and once again around the beach. She remained silent for a few minutes pondering those two questions, unsure of who she was or how she got here, or even where "here" was. Struggling to pull up any memories, her head hurt as a heavy fog clouded her mind, and she sighed, giving up. Perhaps she could find out who she was or where she was from from the dragons of Sorneith. And if not, then maybe she could start a new life with her travels under her belt. And thus, she set off. A mysterious Water Guardian taking the name of Fog, she has no memories. Her personality is inquisitive, albeit unknowing and she lacks alot of common knowledge of the world which often can get her into trouble or on the wrong side of dragons. Her travels bring her to different clans as she searches for who she once was, maybe she'll find her old life, or maybe she'll make a new one.

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Fog walked around the shore for a few days, marvelling at the creeping creatures in the sand, She didn't encounter any moving things that looked like her. Were there any? on the fourth day, Fog stretched her wings. It was then that she remembered she could fly. She took a deep breath, and took off. It was the most wonderful feeling. She flew over water, over trees, over rocks, past mountains. And then she landed in the middle of a scarred wasteland. It was then that she saw another dragon. The white, scarred guardian walked her way. Fog waited. The guardian said, "Welcome, traveller, to Murky Hollow. My name is BaiLong, I am the guardian of the lair. If there is anything you need, we got you."
Fog felt herself smile. "Thank you."
BaiLong nodded at her to follow. They showed her Murky Hollow, the dragons there welcoming Fog wherever she went. Fog felt safe here. But she didn't feel at home. She didn't recognise any of these dragons, or the surroundings. Even though everyone made her feel seen and loved, they couldn't tell her who she was. Fog liked it in Murky Hollow, but her quest on finding herself wasn't over. So after some time, she decided to move on.
The dragons of Murky Hollow wished her good luck, wished her a happy journey, and urged her to be careful. Fog thanked them all, waved them goodbye, and took off to see the rest of the world, and hopefully, to find herself.

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Fog's next stop after her pleasant stay in the Murky Hollow were the Cliffs of Terreneuvia. Their proximity to water made her feel quite at home, though the rocky cliffs the dragons' living spaces were present in made her feel slightly uncomfortable. Regardless, she chose to stay, selecting an underwater cave to stay in so that she was at least close to the water.

For the majority of her stay, Fog spent her time relaxing in her room and swimming out in the ocean. She'd take the occasional trip out to sea with a fellow water-hailing guardian, and her mate Riptide, though she couldn't help but feel that her stay in the cliffs was unfulfilling at best. That was, until, she met Pluto.

Pluto was the imposing imperial in charge of training dragons to serve the Earthshaker. He did his job efficiently, often without a single word spoken. But that changed when he encountered Fog. He could tell the guardian was bored with her situation, and also demonstrated promise with a bow and arrow. So after a couple days of one on one training, as well as Fog tagging along when an empty spot on the team permitted, Pluto gifted her a bow and quiver.

Fog ended up leaving the Cliffs of Terreneuvia with a newfound sense of self- perhaps she'd carve out a living for herself travelling around, training dragons. She also now cherishes the bow gifted to her by her star-crossed lover, as well as the three hatchlings given to her by the same dragon. But an empty spot still resides in her heart- finding a new passion is great and all, but it can never really replace the sense of self she'd lost on that fateful beach.

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