Attitak
(#64333129)
Storyweaver
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Personal Style
Apparel
Skin
Scene
Measurements
Length
6.28 m
Wingspan
8.93 m
Weight
398.11 kg
Genetics
Umber
Fade
Fade
Bronze
Noxtide
Noxtide
Fire
Veined
Veined
Hatchday
Breed
Eye Type
Level 1 Wildclaw
EXP: 0 / 245
STR
8
AGI
9
DEF
6
QCK
5
INT
5
VIT
6
MND
6
Biography
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“Can you tell me a story?” Attitak turned her attention to the bright-eyed hatchling, a Wildclaw like herself. He was speckled blue and green, and his fur and feathers were unkempt. He tilted his head at her and took a couple steps into her home. Attitak wondered if his parents even knew where he was. “What kind of story?” she asked and set down her loom. “I dunno.” The child picked at the already fraying carpet beneath his feet. “All I see are ones about battles and dying. Are there stories that aren’t like that?” Ah. “No, of course not. Most dragons just like those the best.” Attitak shifted around the room. Carefully buried here somewhere was a tapestry she’d had for years and years. “But I have one I think you’ll enjoy.” The child lifted his head curiously as Attitak found and unfurled the tapestry. “Woah!” It was a magnificent piece, Attitak thought. The colors had remained bright and clear through the years. Figures appeared to move through the woven fabric like they were living creatures. “It all started with a dragon named Mirabelle. She was an Arcane dragon—” “Ew!” The child wrinkled his nose. Attitak smiled. “Be patient.” “Sorry.” Attitak pointed out Mirabelle on the tapestry. She was a tall dragon with a wise and solemn look on her face, and in her claws she held a ball of yarn weaving itself into her descendants. “She was an Arcane dragon, but had spent many years with the Earth flight, and had taken a liking to their historical records. She believed that no dragon should ever be forgotten. “Mirabelle spent the rest of her days developing a way to make decorative histories to adorn the halls of her lair. And, when she had a daughter, she taught her the technique. This first daughter’s name was Wyngale.” Attitak gestured to the blue and green dragoness. “Wyngale continued on the legacy, and then passed it down to her daughter. And that daughter passed it down to her daughter, and so on.” The ball of yarn spooled down to each weaver, generations and generations of historians all connected together until it swirled around a very familiar brown and blue dragon and disappeared off the unfinished edge of the tapestry. “The weavers have been in every flight around Sornieth, carrying with them the history of their ancestors. This way the stories are never forgotten, and can be shared with the whole world. Or, at least,” Attitak added, “with curious little hatchlings.” The child smiled widely, then furrowed his brow in confusion. “But why isn’t the tapestry finished yet?” Attitak gently set the cloth down. “You’re full of questions, aren’t you?” The child lowered his head bashfully. “No need to be embarrassed. It’s a good thing. It’s because the story isn’t finished yet.” “There’s no ending?” “No, not yet. Not for hundreds of generations. Thousands,” Attitak said. “That’s the beauty, isn’t it? This story will be kept until the end of dragonkind.” | ___ |
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