Lucy
(#66700899)
The Weaver of Time
Familiar
Sweetheart Swan
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This dragon’s natural inborn element is Shadow.
Female Imperial
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Personal Style
Apparel
Skin
Scene
Measurements
Length
19.63 m
Wingspan
15.22 m
Weight
6016.21 kg
Genetics
Rose
Starmap
Starmap
Wine
Constellation
Constellation
Raspberry
Stained
Stained
Hatchday
Breed
Eye Type
Level 7 Imperial
EXP: 2635 / 11881
STR
16
AGI
16
DEF
15
QCK
15
INT
15
VIT
16
MND
15
Biography
ˑ༄ؘ ۪۪۫۫ ▹ Lucy, the weaver of time ◃ ۪۪۫۫ ༄ؘ ˑ
Ascension
INTRO
Sand blew over the cracked marble floor gently, a small tornado of dust and rock flying wildly in all directions. The coliseum had been abandoned and left in ruins for centuries, deities having grown inherently bored of subjecting their children to bloodshed and violence over the centuries. No, they had decided that now was to be a time of peace, as long as they could uphold it. They were certain there would be an age where claws and teeth would once again present themselves before heart and mind, but for now they could have this, and would be eternally grateful for it. Of course, they would interfere should the condition of Sornieth become substantially destructive -and forbid, a threat to the deities themselves- but were otherwise perfectly satisfied with the handling of their creation as it was.
Careful talons clicked against the smooth floor as a dragon landed in the once sanguine environment, lifting up a cloud
of sand with a single beat of their robust wings. Sweeping the area with sharp hunger, the dragon took a seat, swiping away the remaining debris with a rapid flick of the tail. The satchel she had brought along slid off her back, as she reached for its contents.
After a few moments of rummaging, a blank scroll and ink container were removed from the bag and placed neatly onto the ground. Moments later, a claw dripping with black liquid met rough parchment as the dragon began her pivotal work. There were countless stories written in these walls, and so little left to assure they were told. Brisk scribbles quickly consumed the paper as document after document was recorded, tale after tale inhaled from the scalding, buzzing air and exhaled into words.
The dragon remained seated there until nightfall, scrolls stuffed in their satchel as she searched the arena one last time. Something tugged at her heart as she braced herself to take flight and leave the crumbling wasteland. Craning her neck and relaxing her wings, she blinked slowly. The sun had long since gone down, and a soft breeze wove through what once were breathtaking pillars. A shudder ran down her spine as the night wind passed over her. The sound it made had sounded less like a whistle and more like a cry. It was true, the Imperial possessed a gift; the inspiration of her work and the card up her sleeve. She wouldn’t have called it a power, however. It was an offering from the gods themselves. Hearing the stories of the long gone, seeing through their eyes and recalling through their own talons. She held the key to the universe in one and the whisperings of ancient stardust in the other. This auditory and visionary range, the incredible compassion that came in every heartbeat; which dared to defy the laws of every plane in existence, were why she had dedicated her life to soaring over borders and domains, chasing voices in the wind and preaching them to whoever had enough admiration for the celestial to listen. This dragon was flight less, yet she belonged to every single one. She knew of their stories lost to age, she knew of the infinite ghosts behind their pride, and she had seen the wonders they had yet to witness themselves. Lucy, the renowned chronicler, was caught in a race against time. To her advantage however, the metaphorical currents she flew in didn’t mind making the exception of letting her bend it at her will, if only for her eyes alone. The deities had chosen a single dragon to observe and spread their visions of the past and the future, and she had been selected.
Adjusting the satchel to her back, the dragon lowered herself to the ground and paused for what would have looked like a second to any other, before slicing the cool air in a calculated motion and leaving the moonlit coliseum behind.
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