Ejo

In the depths of the forest arose a mighty roar, echoed by a whimper. Blood stained the grass. A proud Spiral dragon snaked its long neck around its claws, facing the juvenile Imperial with confidence. But the hatchling did not growl in delight or roll in the bloodstained grass, yipping with joy. She simply sat, moonlit eyes reflecting her companion's scarlet teeth.
“Well, Nameless One?" There was silence. "Are you impressed?" The Imperial dragon lifted solemn eyes reflecting the wisdom brought by pain, but still was silent. "Are you speechless? At a loss for words?"
The dragon smirked at him impudently. "I'm at a loss for words, but perhaps not for the reason you think." For a moment the forest held its breath, awaiting a severe reprimand. It came.

"Pallas, do I have to leave?" The Elder opened her mouth, then closed it.
She pushed past a group huddling in a corner.
"Nameless One, you're getting to be an adult. Osis wished for all young ones to leave at their Of Age. Gyeae has certainly abided by those rules."
"I'm just a few seasons old!"
"Old enough to him."
The Imperial hatchling pouted angrily. "I bet it was because I insulted him."
"You WHAT?"
She stared into the dusky face shaded with fiery anxiety.
"I insulted him. I'm sorry, but I just don't like him!" A passing Tomeholder cuffed her head, muttering about "hatchlings these days".

Ejo grew up a nameless hatchling, cared for by her wandering mother. When she was a season old, her mother was killed, and she was adopted by another clan, who forced her name away from her. This new clan was organized in subcategories made up of Warriors, the bulk of the clan, Tomeholders, the keepers of knowledge, Elders, a council of wise advisors, and the Wing, their leader.
Ejo joined soon after Wing Osis died, as the clan was welcoming a new reign of terror at the hands of Wing Gyeae. Despite her hatred of the Wing, she made friends, particularly in one of the Elders, Pallas. When she was old enough, a ceremony called the Of Age banished her to the wilderness.
Ejo ran by complete coincidence into another clan, who valued her telekinesis. They gifted her a chipskink in return for defeating an enemy (It was her animated conversation and gesturing that truly slew him), who she identified as ex-Wing Gyeae, who was overthrown as ex-Elder Pallas took his place.
Ejo became a painter, observing that around her and creating her own abstract impression. Her sporadic bouts of sharper, more acute movement allow her to explore her own creativity.
LOVELY writing by HeyitsRae

Accent: Yellow Flora

Imperial Female Only

Accents are equippable items that can be worn like a coat of paint on top of the skin of your dragon. The look of the accent will not be passed onto offspring and may be unequipped at any time. (Designed by ehfrhfpd.)

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