Skagway

11.31m| 20.95m| 7159.89kg 37.10ft| 68.73ft| 15,784lbs| 7.89t Claimed at the Behest of the Guide From the ]Spocksocks Clan On the 10th Day of the Plaguebringer’s Month Bondprice goes here Column Font From Font Meme Banner art by AngHuiQing Banner dividers by Georgianna Flight flags by Oseim

Skagway Guardian of the Light Dome. Companion to Gula. The Clan calls him Skagway, his name is Ira. [img]Good Koji Bust resized in imgur to 150 on the narrow.[/img] Come. Lay down your burdens. Let go of your earthly tether. We did not so much find him, so much as he came to us. It had been a long day, and we were finishing our circular path through the Market when Alaman realized we were being followed. She sent the the rest of us on ahead and waited, and being good clerks we went and left her. She told us later how it happened. How he came upon her, striding purposefully on short obsidian legs, banded in lines of ice Smoke and how the crowds made way for him, moving for the steel in his seafoam eyes, his small flared crests, the aura of patience being sorely tried and all from a dragonet barely a few days out of his shell. Alaman, courteous as always, did not realize she was the target of the hatchling's attention, but when she stopped, he fell into place beside her and stopped as well. His expression was not one to be toyed with with vague questions like, "Where is your mother?" or "Are you lost?". Alaman studied the dark little guardian, and he looked up at her. "May I help you?" Was what she eventually asked. "I was told to follow you." He said, and his voice was deeper than it should have been… and something in his tone made her tense. Irrationally all she wanted was to very carefully take a step back from the hatchling and we understood completely when we met him. What it could possibly do she did not know… but somehow somewhere, there was rage, as it sat and the crowd gave them both a wide berth. "…. By whom?" And he looked past her ear and Alaman felt the faint stirring of wind pushed by will alone, and saw the glimmer of a caiman's eye in the corner of her own. The golden guardian felt the wrinkle of worry turn to a chill, How long had that been at her shoulder… Following in her wake without her knowing it? She was fond of the Guide… in a general Clan-mascot sort of way…. but it had been larger than usual as of late. Appearing more and more often with it's hippo half gone and trailing mist from it's leonine paws, it crushed the grass beneath it, somehow now. And it had never gone invisible and silent like this before and separated from Centhwevir. And now it was stalking behind her and summoning strange dragons….

"One last buy of the day, Alaman?" We joshingly said when she returned with the darkling at her heel, and those nearest stumbled a step when the hatchling turned his gaze on them. Not from any physical reason, but Alaman caught our startled gazes just the same and gave us the slightest of nods. She understood our sudden trepidation of the little dragon as well. We felt much like someone who had stepped directly into a pit of sleeping vipers.

And the hatchling spared us one long, calculating look before continuing on, leaving Alaman and the us behind as he sought out the core of the Clan and knelt before him, spreading smoky wings wide.

Centhwevir lowered his head to look down at the hatchling, flicking the fan of his ears forward and back once, he and blew warm breath at him, because our patriarch did love hatchlings, even if they were not his own. This hatchling dug his claws into the turf with the faintest of growls, the soft ridges of his back seemed to rise just a fraction more as Centhwevir looked him over, as silent as he always was now, but we could see how his eyes traced the lines of smoke on the hatchling's skin, how they narrowed and how his brow furrowed.

We do not know what he saw, but in a smooth motion he swept his head back up and tilted his chin into the breeze, having reached some conclusion. The hatchling furled his wings back as he rose back up, he nodded once and took his place at our patriarch's side. Claiming his Charge and Duty.


And there he stayed…. the dark shadow of our leader, declining to speak or leave his side, guarding his meditations from interruptions. The name Skagway just sort of fell into our common usage somehow, though no one has ever heard him speak his own name… or was brave enough to ask.

Sparkling Goblin

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The eyes of the Stormcatcher. (Thundercrack Carnivale Holiday Familiar 2016.)

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Spirit of Shadow

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A dark spirit animal that contains the essence of shadow. (Trickmurk Circus Holiday Familiar 2018.)

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