undertones' dragon Ibis

Personal Style

Skin

Scene

Physical Attributes

Battle Stats

Measurements

Length

0.91 m

Wingspan

0.6 m

Weight

1.78 kg

Genetics

Hatchday

Feb 03, 2021
(3 years)

Breed

Adult
Veilspun

Eye Type

Light
Unusual

Level 14 Veilspun

EXP: 9289 / 54161

STR

AGI

DEF

QCK

INT

VIT

MND

Lineage

Parents

Deputy
Lilo

Offspring

Biography

her heart was fragile and cold, like a snowflake, but Gilded melted it <3

The light in the small, narrow passageway faded in the distance as the dark veilspun craned her neck over her shoulder. Her long mane brushed softly against the ragged stone walls as she crept silently farther into the dark tunnel. Deep breaths, Ibis told herself sternly. Deep breaths, don't panic, don't panic... A piece of her mane caught on a small jag of rock and she yanked at it irritably, using her deft claws to cut it free as she continued down the passage.
The light had faded completely by now.
Why had she even agreed to come down here? Deputy and Lilo had convinced her that she could find the most amazing discovery of the clan so far. They didn't care about how she felt in small spaces. They didn't care about how she might never come back and how there could be giant monsters in the deep, dark, unknown tunnel that nobody had ever traveled down before. They didn't care... about her.
Deep. Breaths.
Ibis wasn't meant to be in dark, small, and cramped spaces. She loved to be out in the world, open and free, preferably gazing at the moon as it shed the icy light she loved so much on her upturned face.
But no. She was the small, worthless veilspun that nobody ever wanted. Just another... product. Someone... something... expendable. She only "mattered" to her parents in the beginning because she was different than her other siblings. Her mane and scales were completely dark, and her soft golden eyes always held curiosity for every question she could imagine.

As Ibis grew up, she discovered she had a love for helping and healing dragons. But there was already a healer, and he didn't need her help. He was fine on his own. So she was left to gaze sadly as the healer left poor, sick dragons to fend for themselves. She wanted to help. She wanted to heal. But... she didn't know how.
And so she was deemed as useless, just like all of her other siblings. Useless. Sent down a tunnel from which no dragon had ever returned and which none had dared to enter for decades. But her parents thought there was a treasure. And what her parents said were law. And so Ibis was here, and no amount of reasoning, anger, or sadness could change that.
So it is, so it will always be, echoed her mother's words in Ibis' mind as she stepped carefully over a sharp stone shard she had felt jab her foot. Nothing will ever change, my dear, naive Ibis. I never loved you and never will. You are nothing to me, child. You will go down that tunnel. Lilo smiles sweetly in Ibis' mind, her sharp white teeth glinting like she was about to devour the world. Go down that tunnel, dear. Find the treasure. I know it's there. I feel it. Bring it back or face the consequences.

Ibis felt a lump start to form in her throat. Her one month of life had been full of hate and neglect. Barely anyone talked to her. She was treated like she was invisible. Like she didn't matter. Not even Deputy himself liked to talk to her. It was always her mother, sweetly smiling her beautiful, fake smile and whispering in her ear, always weaving a web of lies and truth. Ibis never knew which was which.
All she knew was that it caused her pain.
Ibis shook her head and closed her eyes. I can't keep thinking about this, she thought sadly. I just need to keep going. I'll probably die. It was better this way. I hope the Lightweaver will welcome me... does she have love? But what is love?

Ibis sighed and started to put another paw forward when her claw met a wall of stone. Yelping in surprise as her talon got bent backward, she snatched her paw away and glared at the pitch blackness suspiciously. Was it really just a dead end? Nothing there? No cave full of glistening jewels or ancient scrolls or whatever her spiral-crazy parents could come up with?
Reaching out her paw again, she splayed her palm on whatever was blocking the tunnel. It felt like stone. Rough and ragged like the rest of the tunnel. Sliding her palm across, she yelped as a jagged piece of rock suddenly caught on her scales, tearing one off. Her eyes watered as pain throbbed through her hand. Well, there was obviously something blocking the way. So... she could go back?
But why hadn't dragons returned from the tunnel before? Maybe it was just a myth. She sighed, her small voice bouncing back at her in the small, confined space.

"I should go back," She said out loud. But she didn't move. She didn't want to go back to that place. She would probably be carted off to some random lair and be forced to have hatchlings for some demented clan leaders' idea of treasuremaking. Her parents obviously didn't want to keep her. But what was the alternative? Starve in a dark stone prison, never to see the light of the moon again? That icy, cool, magical light...
Ibis wanted to see it one last time.
So she turned slowly in the small space, scrunching her wings, tail, and limbs, contorting to turn around, and then sighed in relief and she felt the stone of the tunnel block at her tail. One step. One step, then another and another, toward the moonlight.

But suddenly, Ibis felt a yawning, open space open behind her. It was like she actually felt the emptiness appear, the missing stone and mass causing her to stumble as she frantically tried to move faster. I knew there was something... run! Run, Ibis, for Lightweaver's sake! RUN! But the tunnel was starting to... tip. Yes, tip backwards, up and around. Ibis' world tilted as her wings and claws scrabbled for a foothold, her legs dangling over the yawning void. Her mind was numb with shock. So it was really happening. There was something evil down here, and she was going to die. To die. But... the moon!
Ibis felt her claws starting to slip, one by one, as she fell back farther and farther into the yawning, empty space. As the last two claws started to inch away from the death-grip she had on the rock jag, she howled mournfully, her voice going up, up, up through the now vertical passageway. She could see nothing. Nothing but darkness. She wanted... she wanted...

"Oh, Lightweaver! Show me mercy! I want to see the moon! Please! Just one last time!" Her voice broke into a sob as she called out into empty silence. "Please..." Her claws had almost fully slipped from the rock crevice. She howled again, her voice an embodiment of all the pain she had endured in her small, short, meaningless life.
And she plummeted. She was still gazing mournfully up the passageway, her heart seeming to break into tiny, sharp fragments, when icy, magical, wonderful light seemed to fill the narrow space. A single breath released from Ibis's small chest as she gazed in wonder as a huge, icy moon appeared above her, bathing her in its light. A shiver seemed go go through her whole body, and as she watched wonderingly, the light seemed to reach into her, into her scales, mane, and heart. Glowing, icy flecks seemingly stolen from the moon itself erupted onto her skin, her once dark and dull colors now beautifully patterned with pieces of the moonlight.
And as she fell, as the darkness enveloped her, and as she felt the emptiness yawning beneath her small body, she smiled. She smiled at the moon. And she whispered,
"Thank you."
And then all was dark.

She floated there, in depthless space. There was no light... but no darkness, either. It just... was. Her thoughts were sluggish; each movement of her limbs took time and effort, so she just lay still. She did not think she was dead - no, she could still think, and feel. But she did not know where she was.
Time seemed to have left her. Minutes or hours or days or weeks or months or years could have been passing; or the stretch of millennia, she did not know.
And then -

An explosion of light, sound, and sight assaulted Ibis's small form as the silent space she had been floating in vanished in the blink of an eye. She fell a short distance, and landed hard on a jagged, rocky cave floor.
An oomph forced out of her as the air left her lungs in a whoosh. She lay there, shocked, as her blurry gaze made out a smooth, grey ceiling... a intricate, beautiful crystal chandelier... and... dragons.
They had been talking, yes, but now they were silent as she fully materialized in the cave, the weight of her emotions hitting her and sweet air once again filling her.
As her sight sharpened, she made out the still forms of five dragons in the large cave area she was laying in. Rolling further towards them, she groaned as her wing bent under her tiny form, joints creaking. Her mouth had gone dry, so she licked her fangs, moving her wing slightly in its socket. No injuries. As she struggled to sit up fully, her newly glittering wing shifting back into place on her back, she focused her attention on the five dragons in front of her. Four were staring at her - one with an expression of serenity, one with shock and confusion, one with dark amusement and one with uncaring distaste. But there was something off in how they held themselves, in how their claws were clenched and their breathing quick, chests heaving. Through the masks of emotion, she sensed distress. Panic. Fear. But the fifth...
The fifth dragon, a golden veilspun dwarfed by the other four dragons, was facing away from her, prone on the cave floor. The amused dragon, a richly dressed, black skydancer with large swathes of purple crystal adorning her hide, had one paw cradling the veilspun's head, sharp claws dangerously close to spearing him.
The other three dragons - a stunningly beautiful golden fae with eyes like flowers and a white lilac clutched in her mouth, a peculiar spiral with segments like lava dividing his skin and a black fur cape over his face and shoulders, and a sour mirror with torn wings, a tattered hood, and... was that three heads? - were gathered in a circle around the seemingly sleeping veilspun.
Forgetting her shock and confusion, Ibis's vision narrowed on the golden-flecked, tiny creature. No. He wasn't... sleeping. There was something wrong, something the matter-
As Ibis scrambled for the dragon, reason fleeing her as she sensed horrible wounds and terrible pain, her back claw caught in a hole that her small talons had made in an intricately embroidered rug. Unable to stop in time, her running momentum sent her crashing - again - straight into the cave floor. She slid, teeth clattering, and halted, nose out and limbs splayed, inches from the flank of the golden veilspun.
As if shock had frozen the four other dragons and she had now just poked them with a very sharp, very hot iron stick, they burst into movement, their voices again filling the room. The mirror none too gently shoved her aside and out of the way, turning his back to her and blocking her view of the injured dragon as they formed a tighter circle around his limp form.
"What is going -"
"Move your tail, you imbecile -"
"Who is the -"
"Calm down, for Gladekeepers' sake -"
"Out of thin air -"
"His breathing is slowing! Quick -"
"Get your claws out of my snout -"
"Grab a bandage - two - lots of bandages -"
"Move it, Mantle, stop standing there like a -"
"SILENCE!"

~~some story where she harnesses the power of the two moons of sornieth (which is rare but the timing is just right because the second moon rarely shows itself)

Lore by Dragonglimmer. To be continued...

Art piece by anteater

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