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Shinkai

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The Lover

Familiar

Fairy Octopus

Energy: 46/50

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Physical Attributes

Battle Stats

Measurements

Length

30.5 m

Wingspan

14.59 m

Weight

6084.51 kg

Genetics

Abyss
Metallic

Azure
Bee

Cobalt
Capsule

Hatchday

May 16, 2021
(2 years)

Breed

Adult
Imperial

Eye Type

Water
Bright

Level 1 Imperial

EXP: 0 / 245

STR

AGI

DEF

QCK

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Lineage

Parents

Offspring

Biography

Shinkai

The Lover

B I O G R A P H Y

He still remembers his family, a huge clan of dragons living on the edge of Leviathan Trench. Their life revolving around a giant old imperial – The Elder Seer, blessed by the Tidelord with the gift of prophecies so clear she could recount them like her own memories.
His family was big and happy and warm, kept safe by the word of their Deity.
That is until one day. The day that he can still recall clear as day, no matter how he wishes to forget:
The Elder Seer returning from her journey to the Shoredeep Presage, pale as a ghost whispering „Gone, he is gone...“, over and over. And just as she reached their middle a deafening growl in the Trench. The next part is a blur. Monstrous shapes emerging from the depth of the Trench, his family screaming, the smell of blood… And him in the middle, barely old enough to navigate the waters on his own.
Panic gripped him. He fled. With all the power his small wings could muster he propelled himself through the water, the smell and taste of blood still fogging his senses and the frantic screams for help still ringing in his ears. He heard his mother call his name and turned, but he couldn’t stop.
Panicked he tried to fight back to his mothers side, but he got dragged away!
The current was too strong for his small tired body to fight against! He watched on in horror as the waters of his home turned red and the screams slowly subsided, before losing consciousness.

“What are we gonna do with him?”, He heard someone whisper when he came to.
“Shush, Mischief, he’s waking up!”, another higher pitched voice answered.
He stirred and struggled to turn his head to the voices. He saw a Spiral and a Fae sitting a bit away from him, looking at him curiously.
“Hello little one! Are you okay?” The Fae asked friendly and hopped a little closer to him. He looked around. Dark sand and knobby trees surrounded by bramble. Was he washed all the way to the shores of the Tangled Wood?
“Hey, come on, can you understand us? What’s your name?” He snapped his head back to the Spiral who now also crept a little closer to him and worriedly scans his body for injuries. “Those are some nasty scratches you have. What happened?”
It was only now that the Spiral mentioned them that he felt his injuries. His whole body suddenly started to ache, myriad of scratches and bruises scattered his body from where he hit rocks and driftwood while getting swept away by the current and the salty water made them burn and sting like the tentacles of a jellyfish.
His head started to spin and his vision blurred. He heard the two dragons scream out before sweet oblivion claimed him again.

When he awoke next his wounds were clean and bandaged and he was bedded on a nest of soft black plumes nestled in a hollow tree stump.
He lifted his head and was greeted by gentle yellow eyes and soft feathery fur. “You’re awake! Thank the Shadowbinder, we thought you’d never wake up!” The cream coloured mass of fur quickly moved to the back of the room and fiddled with something on a small dark table. She looked out of place in the dark and murky interior.
The Tundra came back to him and put a cup of steaming hot herbal tea in front of him.
“Here. This will help you recover.” He thankfully took a sip.
“Where am I?”, he croaked.
“They call this place the Umbra Altars. It’s one of the many places in the Tangled Wood to worship our Deity. Rose and Mischief, the Fae and the Spiral that found you, brought you here to heal. What happened to you, little one?”
His body started to shake and tears streamed down his face as he recounted what has happened. The face of the Tundra saddened.
“Have you heard anything? Please, do you know if my family is still alive?”
“We heard of the disappearance of the Tidelord. It’s not something that stays secret for very long. But I have not yet heard of monsters like these appearing and attacking clans of the Sea of a Thousand Currents. I’m sorry little one.”
“What happens to me now?” he asked meekly.
“This place was built to raise children that are willing to serve the Shadowbinder. You are welcome to stay here and recover as long as you need, but I cannot guarantee you are allowed to stay beyond that. I’m sorry.”

He stared long into the dark eyes of the Onyx Idol on top of the table before he managed to fall asleep. And even in his dreams the dark eyes of the Shadowbinder followed him.
He was alone in the dark and yet he felt oddly at ease. It was like the Shadows were curling around him in a comforting hug. It was almost as if he could hear them speak in the hushed voice of the Shadowbinder: Stay, young one. Stay with us. You have lost your family, but let us fill the hole they left. At our side you can rebuilt it.
He allowed the darkness to linger and swallow him whole.

His past still fills him with pain whenever he lets his mind wander to that fateful day. He wonders if his parents are still somewhere out there, but try as he might he cannot remember details about them, not their faces, not their voices and certainly not their names.
But he has no time to dwell on it. He followed the Shadowbinders advice and became part of the small group of dragons living at the Altars after talking to Rose about his dream.
From here he will rebuilt his family. He will raise his children in the name of the Shadowbinder who granted him a home when he had nothing left.
He knows it will take a while before his family will be as big as it was, but that doesn’t bother him. He has found a place to belong and there is no shortage of pretty dragonesses that pass by the Umbra Altars.
He sends his children out into the world, some to serve the Shadowbinder, some to find their luck elsewhere. Who knows, maybe one day one of them will come back to him and tell him of a group of dragons that had a similar experience as him.

Family Record

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