Lunti
(#6955731)
Level 25 Mirror
Chix
Carrioncorn
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This dragon’s natural inborn element is Ice.
Male Mirror
This dragon is on a Coliseum team.
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Personal Style
Apparel
Skin
Scene
Measurements
Length
7.46 m
Wingspan
6.61 m
Weight
458.1 kg
Genetics
Jade
Vipera
Vipera
Green
Daub
Daub
Emerald
Smoke
Smoke
Hatchday
Breed
Eye Type
Level 25 Mirror
Max Level
STR
129
AGI
8
DEF
5
QCK
50
INT
5
VIT
13
MND
5
Biography
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LUNTI THE GATHERER progenitor, trainer, elder |
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A surprisingly mellow kind of dragon, despite his initially meticulous nature. Chix is content to let Lana be more pragmatic; he welcomes newcomers with an easy fondness and an open heart. That doesn't mean he can't make tough decisions when needed, or support his mate with all his considerable strength - but he would prefer not to, on the whole. His upbringing in the frozen environment of the Southern Icefields has taught him the world is harsh, but he is determined to convey the message that it is not all the world has to be. He does his best to make newcomers feel welcome, even if they stay only for a short time. He remembers and records each dragon that comes through the clan, preserving the record so that when someday they disappear, the memory still remains.
(written by rukafais)
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MATE
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The Tale of the Hunter-Gatherer
B E G I N N I N G
It was one beautiful, unusually cold day when it had all begun. It was a day that the Eleven knew would be special. It was fate, it was destiny. A day for creation, for beginnings, had come.
The Icewarden, huddled in his frigid fortress, formed each life by hand. He demonstrated the purest kind of magic, that which only the gods themselves held. This was the power of creation. Soon-to-be dragons glowed and crackled in their forms, not yet aware of the world they would be born to. Other dragons and beastclans also seemed to be unaware of the world, with all of them in deep slumber. While the entirety of dragonkind rested their weary wings, the deities were wide awake in their fortresses, teeming with magic. This night they spent bringing in a new generation.
The sun would rise after a long night. As the new day was born, so did dragons start awakening from their enchanted dreams. All around Sornieth, dragons rumbled awake from the best sleep they've had in the past month. Meanwhile, newly-created dragons arose from the dust, the sand, the grass, and the snow. They were unsteady, unsure how to work their already fully-grown bodies. They take slow steps, one by one, ushering themselves into this unfamiliar world of life.
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One, a blue Fae. She was lost, having awoken suddenly by a crash. The tiny floe she found herself on was barely enough to hold her, and had just crashed into a larger and more stable surface. Her body was small, unable to retain much heat. She was shaking so much, barely even able to curl her wings around herself. Despite that all, she wanted to live. And off began her hunt for shelter.
Another, a green Mirror. He had the experience and strength of a newborn hatchling, which is none. All he could do was walk aimlessly. He could not even run or think, for those required too much energy. Neither sets of his eyes were useful; there was only ice, snow, and the occasional dead branch as far as he could see, and there was not a single trace of living heat aside from his own. Yet he gathered all of his will, and continued wandering.
Both, dragons of ice. Neither being the same breed, neither knowing where to go, neither having anyone to guide them, neither knowing what will the future holds. But, at their very core, both were dragons with lives to live. Both walking on the very same snow-covered land, looking for a sign telling them where to start.
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Flitting silhouettes.
Blue and green blurring together, the shades almost indiscernable from each other.
The glow of heat after miles of only ice.
Piercing cold, the only thing more piercing than the gaze of the dragon staring at you right now.
Warmth.
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The fae had finally gained enough energy to use her wings. Now that she was moving, it was a bit warmer than it had been before. Eventually she'd find a small cave, disguised underneath mounds of snow. Emboldened, the small dragon used one last surge of energy to fly over. She didn't care if there was anyone else in the way; she was just glad to have finally found somewhere to stay. The long trip, combined with the lack of food along the way, had completely exhuasted her, and that was the very last bit of energy she had. Her only memory before collapsing is a sudden flash of emerald green and a sharp pain to her head.
The mirror had no idea how long he'd been walking. It could have been minutes, hours, even days. The sun was somewhere up in the sky but it didn't seem to be moving or providing any kind of warmth. Time might've stopped. Well, at least the snow did. Over the course of his journey, he had managed to pick up a forgotten locket, a couple feathers from an unknown creature, and a sparrow skull, still with pieces of meat to pick off. These little trinkets served as small distractions from the numbing cold. Eventually, he noticed a change in landscape. He also sensed the tiniest bit of heat in the distance. He thought that he might've just been hallucinating, but in the back of his mind he knew it had to be something. He begun to pick up his pace, slowly getting faster. Soon the dragon was running toward the figure. Just as he realized there was a cave for shelter nearby, he caught a glimpse of blue.
CRASH!
He tried to open his eyes and discovered a great pain in his main right eye. His head throbbed dully from the collision. After picking himself up and surveying the surroundings, he saw the blue fae, who was currently out cold on the ground a few feet away. He panicked for a second before realizing that it was still alive, it still had some body heat. He wasn't in the best state of mind to figure out what exactly happened, but he decided she wasn't a threat. Everything was confusing, but there was still that base instinct to survive, and to help a fellow dragon survive as well. He picked her up by the end of her wing, taking care not to tear it with his sharp teeth, and dragged her to the cave they found. After leaving the fae in the warmest spot he could find inside, he promptly fell asleep a distance away.
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Groggily, the fae opened her eyes. She opened them wider, shocked to be seeing the shades of warm brown instead of blindingly pure white. She had stopped shivering now and was looking around with curiosity. There was another dragon inside too, larger, a potential threat. She nearly attacked him in fear before noticing the familiar greens and the blood spilling across a cut on his face. She looked down and saw the specks of dried blood on her left claw. Despite having just woken up, she managed to put two and two together. A pang of guilt shot through her. She looked around again, looking for anything. Desperate, he fae went to pick up a handful of snow. She had no idea what she was doing, but she knew there had to be something she could do. She stared at the snow and collected as much energy from within as she could. Perhaps it was blood coursing through her veins, perhaps it was magic. The snow glowed ever-so-slightly, and she patted it gently onto the cut. Hope was the only thing she had at that moment.
She didn't see if it had any effect yet, for the other dragon had opened his eyes, awakened by the applied snow. Both dragons recoiled, unsure of how to act. They looked at each other warily. First and foremost, a dragon cared for their own life. There was fear and uncertainty about anyone who wasn't yourself. However, familiarity and acceptance would soon creep into their gazes, as they realized they were just the same. Lost. Scared. Alone. They only looked different.
In that silent faceoff, they reached a mutual understanding. If this world would not be kind to them, they needed something else to support them. In the confusion of being flung so suddenly into life, the two of them found a companion. They found each other, two halves of a warrior's soul.
There was comfort in knowing they were alone no longer. There was warmth even on the coldest of nights. There was inner strength to battle through any blizzard this new life may throw their way.
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Their small clan steadily grew while more and more dragons came. Some left, some were exalted, but most stayed. The dragons came from all over the world, all with different experiences and personalities. But they all had two things in common: the values of strength and honor. Be it strength of mind, body, or spirit, they all had it. Honor was thought more important than treasure or gems. With these values, the clan became tight-knit, a family who would protect each other to death.
When they grew to a mighty clan and moved to the Snowsquall Tundra, they all rejoiced. Then they became a venerable clan and moved to the Cloudscrape Crags, and once again they rejoiced. Those were proud days, for they had proved that they could survive the harshness of the cold with their hard work.
T R A G E D Y
But of course, life doesn't have only ups. The road of time they traveled had many bumps, many tragedies.
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The first happened when the clan was barely a week old. Lana and Chix's first nest had hatched just a few days prior. The couple had agreed that their firstborn would help lead the clan alongside them. There were two eggs in the nest and they hatched into a mirror and a fae, the mirror being the firstborn. They took good care of the hatchlings, but three days later, the mirror was kidnapped. One thing the kidnappers said was clear: money, or the hatchling dies. Being such a young clan, they had no way to pay the ransom. A battle was out of the way too, nobody had enough training. So they were left to plead. Naturally, that wasn't enough. The poor mirror died then, her death hidden as a simple exaltation. The fae was sent to serve the Icewarden, since they knew that she would begin to question what happened to her sister. The pain of remembering again and again would break their hearts, and possibly their own selves.
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There were other tragedies, of course. Two guardians had died in battle. Several dragons had gotten frostbite. Beastclans, rivals, betrayals, so much more.
But this is Lana and Chix's story, and their tragedy was the one that changed this clan the most. For good, or for bad? You shall see.
R E I N C A R N A T I O N
One day, The Gatherer himself found an unhatched egg. If it had been anyone else who found it, they would have simply been told to sell the egg. But Chix wouldn't be the type to do that. The poor hatchling in the egg was alone, and he hated the thought of just selling it to anyone for some money. He carefully carried it home to their clan and gave it to Lana to care for. It was sunset when she called Chix, for the egg had just hatched.
They stared at the hatchling in both excitement and reminiscence. When they looked up at each other, there was a mutual understanding in their faces. The little mirror looked so much like some of their children, but most of all their first.
Tears streaked down Lana's face and welled up in Chix's. It was so long ago, but the memory was clear as if it were yesterday. He did his best to comfort her while staying strong.
C E L E B R A T I O N
[Crystalline Gla stuff]
S T A R V A T I O N
[*blah blah huntergatherer went on hiatus bc school is killing me blah dragons are starving write smth cool-sounding about it*]
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