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Harvest

(#6911880)

The Plaster Saint

Familiar

Banded Owlcat

Energy: 0/50

Personal Style

Apparel

Skin

Scene

Physical Attributes

Battle Stats

Measurements

Length

5 m

Wingspan

6.14 m

Weight

723.16 kg

Genetics

Stone
Clown

Sand
Peregrine

Goldenrod
Spines

Hatchday

Oct 13, 2014
(9 years)

Breed

Adult
Skydancer

Eye Type

Arcane
Common

Level 25 Skydancer

Max Level

STR

AGI

DEF

QCK

INT

103

VIT

MND

Lineage

Parents

none

Offspring

Biography

Harvest is a bitter soul with, unfortunately, the power to carry out her jealous rage. While most Clans are run with a male in charge, especially with her mate being the custom progen of a god's mind, she assumed power over Yvalcou and runs the lair with no mercy. She was born an ugly Tundra with the most unfortunate set of colors, and through her various efforts, got her colors scatterscrolled many times and changed herself entirely until she was satisfied. However, perfection must be achieved in every aspect of her life, including others involved in it. Being under her safety means following her rules, and if those criteria are not met, banishment and exile are the only answers.
Harvest has a vendetta against the living son of her mate, Yvalcou, and his true lover's clutch. She knows of the vagabond clan way beyond her territory, but doesn't see it as enough of a threat to be worried about.
Harvest sees the ambition in Encroach, and has her suspicions of her deputy, Aether.

Since Encroach's vanishing and Yvalcou's betrayal, Harvest's manic fury only went wilder. She took Whisper as her personal guard and began sentencing dragons to exalt and death. No one could touch her, seemingly. Pedaiah's birth completely threw her for a loop. Yvalcou had many a live child with several dragons, and she had nothing to show for her years of loyalty and commitment.
Heart broken and slowing down, the older dragon disappeared behind her shield of stiffness and protection. She found Tate, also an aging Skydancer, with a young friend of his named Bodach. Fire and Earth, respectively, were things that she'd kept at a distance, only allowing dragons of other flights in for the purpose of breeding beneath her and profiting the clan. Shamefully, she took them as lovers, and keeps her hypocritical secret of love from those she punishes for it.

A soft pant escaped Harvest's open maw, her deep purple eyes wide as she took in the scene before her. Her first love, as old and slow as her, playfully nudging at a little Ridgeback that tumbled and swatted at his long nose. Her heart was heavy in her fluffy chest. How did Yvalcou find love after love, and keep child after child, only for her to be lonely and lost in her own age and time? Hadn't she been the loyal one? Hadn't she gone through painful endeavor after excruciating change, only to be lone now? Bodach and Tate were fair, kind lovers. There was no denying that. But her very soul still only cried for one, the dragon she'd been made for.
And it killed her to see him happy now, more lively than he'd ever been at her side.
Harvest lowered her head, closing her mouth slowly and turning her face away. All of it for nothing. Her wings fluffed out in exhausted agitation, and she ducked into the shadows as she turned back towards her ruling land. This place wasn't for her. Yvalcou's side had never been meant for her. "I changed for you." She whispered, feeling the breeze take the confession and whisk it into nothing. A weight that rivaled gravity clung to the edges of her heart, and she took off into the sky.

**

After discovering Yvalcou's kept third child, Harvest's heart grew bitter. Any dragon that crossed her path was met with a violent snap, even her own most trusted, Whisper. The Banescale one day turned on the leader of the center clan, lashing out against her keeper and effectively catching her off guard at random one day. She had escaped, leaving Harvest wounded and positively beside herself with nonstop surges of high emotions. Being attacked by her personal guard was earth-shattering, and the injured dragon vanished within the hour. Being left leaderless and alone, the remaining dragons wondered and puzzled between themselves. Where had Harvest gone? There was no one to enforce the strict rules.

Alone and powerless, Harvest abandoned her kingdom that inevitably crumbled the heartbeat she was gone. It was built on the pebbled purple rocks that littered the Arcane land, rather than the vast, powerful arch she thought she'd built.

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