Tithram

(#6615408)
The Shade-sought matriarch of Ampere's Aery
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Energy: 49/50
This dragon’s natural inborn element is Shadow.
Female Skydancer
This dragon is on a Coliseum team.
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Personal Style

Apparel

Haunted Flame Candles
Envious Eye Earrings
Counselor Collar
Unearthly Onyx Pendants
Voidfollow Hindcallouses
Voidfollow Forecallouses
Unearthly Onyx Taildecor
Dread Dancer Flightshroud

Skin

Scene

Scene: Arcanist's Domain

Measurements

Length
3.86 m
Wingspan
5.11 m
Weight
492.41 kg

Genetics

Primary Gene
Sky
Iridescent
Sky
Iridescent
Secondary Gene
Midnight
Current
Midnight
Current
Tertiary Gene
Ivory
Crackle
Ivory
Crackle

Hatchday

Hatchday
Sep 28, 2014
(9 years)

Breed

Breed
Adult
Skydancer

Eye Type

Eye Type
Shadow
Common
Level 25 Skydancer
Max Level
Meditate
Regeneration
Dark Bolt
Shroud
Acuity Fragment
Acuity Fragment
Discipline
STR
11
AGI
31
DEF
25
QCK
51
INT
97
VIT
24
MND
26

Biography

Bottled Bones Agate Shadowbinder Bottled Bones

Tithram, Daughter of the Endless Twilight
Matriarch of Ampère's Aery

The shadows loom large in Tithram's memory, but not long.

As a hatchling, the dragons around her were less a clan than they were a chance collection of creatures gathered for their own survival. She spent her first months flitting from one pool of darkness to the next, skittering warily through patches of moonlight as the elders shepherded her on with nose and tail. It wasn't fear that drove them, not really—only apprehension. A deep-set knowledge that they were both hunter and hunted. The darkness was their blessing, and the darkness was their curse.

Her father taught her to step quietly. Her mother taught her to hunt. Between the arch of their wings Tithram learned how to survive when others fell, how to catch the rabbit and slip the snare. She was a clever child and her claws were sharp; in the folly of youth, she imagined one day leaving the wood to see what lay beyond, striding through the moonlight as surely as they did the shade. The darkness was not so willing to give her up, however. In the depth of the night, as she closed her jaw 'round the neck of her prey, the Hunter came.

To this day, she couldn't tell you who it was. What it was. Only that the forest fell silent as the grave and an awful, cackling howl split the shadows in two. Not so much as a cricket's chirrup followed, only a bray of terror from the direction of their lair and her father roaring for her to run; run—!

And run she did. Flat-out, wings pushing her forward through the eternal mist, Tithram ran until the trees began to thin. She ran until her limbs shook and then pushed herself beyond—beyond her heaving breaths, beyond the burn of her galloping heart, and beyond the very edge of the Tangled Wood itself.

Beyond, and into the light.


It felt like death, or what she imagined death to be. Perhaps it was, in a way; the sun obliterated everything she knew of life, every truth she'd come to learn. Her family was lost, though whether by demise or distance she couldn't say. Ruin lay behind her as surely as it lay ahead.

And something else lay ahead as well, something which made the ground rock beneath her as she plead for the Earthshaker's mercy: the Risen Emperor.

In the wood, they had no cause for tales of the behemoth. Such things, if known, were things of the light, and therefore of no concern to her people. But she was of the light now, she realized—a bleached shadow, a silhouette caught in the sun. And so she pulled her wings in close against her side and was clever as a fox. Quiet as the apex of the moon's nightly arc. Quick as a thing that has outrun That Which Hunts, and flees further still.

The Hunter couldn't catch her. The Emperor doesn't, either.

In the end, it's thirst that finally manages to wrap its snare 'round the shadow's foot. Thirst, and the gentle claw of a different Imperial entirely: Xavi, long descendant of Joshua and Eden.

(WIP; to be continued)
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