Marina
(#70586504)
Forgotten Princess
Daillyswirl
Lesser Wisp
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This dragon’s natural inborn element is Shadow.
Female Pearlcatcher
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Personal Style
Apparel
Skin
Scene
Measurements
Length
4.49 m
Wingspan
4.54 m
Weight
468.31 kg
Genetics
Robin
Slime
Slime
Robin
Sludge
Sludge
Robin
Runes
Runes
Hatchday
Breed
Eye Type
Level 1 Pearlcatcher
EXP: 0 / 245
STR
6
AGI
6
DEF
6
QCK
7
INT
7
VIT
6
MND
7
Biography
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» Feather Quill Clan ☾ Marina • She/Her • Water Dreamer ☽ ━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━ Look into my Pearl, can you see beyond the mist swirling to where I came from?. .... » link | link | link | link ..code |
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 ________MARINA__The Forgotten Princess. Marina: From the pen of the Wonderful Perrine's Prose Lore shop aka @ foureclipse Marina woke with her pearl hovering above her, just barely grazing the tip of her snout. She shrieked, flinging herself away--into falling backwards out of her nest. She landed in a flailing mess of limbs, somehow managing to hit herself in the face not once, but twice with her own tail. “You have got to stop doing that,” the pearlcatcher snapped at the shimmering orb, which continued to float in the same spot over her nest. “It’s rude, and disorientating, and—” She cut herself off as she heard a pair of voices passing by her den, and quickly flattened herself against the wall beside the den entrance. “Marina?” a dragon called. “You awake?” The shadow of a tundra’s silhouette appeared within the square of light of the den window. “Aw, seems she’s already up. Poor thing. Wonder where she’s wandered off to now.” A light thump, and the tundra shadow recoiled with a yelp. “Ow! What was that for!” “Don’t be rude,” the first dragon reprimanded. “What? That wasn’t rude; it’s the truth! Everyone in the Library . . .” Their arguing voices trailed off again as they walked on, and Marina sighed with relief. But she stayed where she was, crumpled in the corner of her den, burying her head in her talons. She hated going out, where everyone could see her. But she knew she couldn’t stay, either, where everyone could find her. A smooth hardness pressed lightly against her, and Marina peered up to see that her pearl had moved in close again, nudging her cheek. Trying to comfort her, she guessed. Deities, how pathetic did she look? Poor thing. Growling, Marina pushed the pearl away and stood up. “I’m going out,” she declared, marching to the entrance. “And you’re staying here.” The pearl tried to follow her out but Marina flicked it with her tail, sending it spinning back into the den. Outside her den, standing in the morning sunshine that sparkled across the ice fortress of her clan, Marina took a deep breath. Maybe today she would read that book on coral she’d been eyeing the past few weeks. The Library couldn’t be too packed today . . . As she headed that way, however, she passed other dragons, and while she walked in a firm stride, her gaze locked straight ahead, she could still feel their pitying eyes on her, and hear the whispers that erupted like whale spouts the moment she was past. “. . . doesn’t remember a thing . . .” “The pearl—” “Such a sad, lovely creature . . .” “. . . wasn’t she some sort of princess, before?” “—but she can’t see!” “Poor thing.” Nope. Nopenopenopenopenopenope—Marina took a sharp right and half-hopped, half-slid down a winding set of stairs that took her to the seashore. “Oh, Marina!” a ridgeback called after her. “Need some company?” His voice was compassionate, his words thoughtful. It took all the pearlcatcher had not to roar. “No thank you,” she said over her shoulder, polite as can be. “I thought I’d go fishing—” “Well, no one should do that alone!” the ridgeback cried, scrambling down the steps and loping to catch up to her. “You know the tides this time of year. Oh, uh, do you?” “Yes,” she said through grit teeth. “I do. Listen, I—” she stopped short, swinging around to face her unwelcome companion. She studied him. “Yes?” he said, tilting his head hopefully. “. . . I forgot, my, my, my pearl.” The two stared blankly at another. “Could you get it for me?” Marina asked. He blinked. “You. Want me to get . . . your pearl. Y-you’re sure about that?” Marina silently cursed herself. Pearlcatchers hardly left the den without their life sources, and they certainly never forgot about them, nor hardly let another touch it. But she nodded. “Yes. It would . . . help me a lot.” Yeah? That sounded like something he’d like to hear. The ridgeback perked up like a seal pup at the smell of fish. “Of course! Be back soon! And don’t worry, I’ll be safe!” He didn’t bother with the staircase this time, so eager to carry out her request that he opened his wings and zipped off quick as the Stormcaller. Marina made sure he was out of sight before hurrying off. She knew a secret cove—the mysterious location she was always “wandering off” to—just off the clan’s main coastline that lent real privacy. Here, she could catch a moment’s rest. She sat on the cold bed of pebbles and stared out over the ocean. Was her old, forgotten home out there, under the waves? Or was it further north, in the Tangled Woods, as her eyes seemed to suggest? Had she really been born royal? If so, what cruelty had been forced upon her to cut her off from her own magic and memory? Had she just not been loved? Or belonged? So she’d been cast away? And now she would stay adrift forever. She wasn’t aware she’d been crying until she heard a soft, “Oh,” then a gentle, “Hey,” as the ridgeback sat beside her and wrapped a wing over her shoulders. “Does this help?” His wing did make it warmer, so Marina was about to thank him, before he placed her pearl in her lap. She stared down at the large stone-like sphere, her tears suddenly stopped. “I don’t want your pity,” she whispered. “What?” She shrugged his wing off her, and huddled down over herself, telling herself to simply pretend the pearl wasn’t there. It seemed she wasn’t able to be rid of it any other way. “You don’t have to act this way to me, just because you feel bad.” “I . . . I’m sorry. For making you feel that way.” He sat quietly a while, then asked hesitantly, “Is there something I can really do? That would actually be helpful?” “Besides leaving me alone?” A part of Marina felt bad for being so blunt, but she felt too tired to care. If the truth hurt, let it. “I can do that if you’d like,” the ridgeback mumbled, trailing a claw through the pebbles in front of him. “Though clan rules really do suggest no one fish by themself.” “You’re a stickler for those, huh.” “I guess. My parent almost died trying to escape a riptide when flying alone, and they still have a bad cough from it, so I’m more anxious about it than what might seem reasonable.” “Oh no, that’s horrible!” Marina cried. “You poor—” She snapped her jaws shut, burning with chagrin. “Forgive me,” she muttered, dipping her head. “I . . . I’m sorry I didn’t listen before. It’s definitely reasonable to feel anxious about that.” He nodded. “It’s alright.” He got to his feet. “Well then, I’ll see if I can find my way back out of here . . .” Marina rose as well. “How did you get here? I thought I was the only one who knew about this place.” His gaze slid to the pearl. Marina scowled. “Shaded thing,” she muttered, and he laughed, and Marina found herself smiling back. Genuinely. Not forced for propriety’s sake. Woah. And that last time that had happened had been . . . ? She found herself following after the ridgeback as they continued to talk—her pearl trailed along at her side—then was forced to take the lead as the ridgeback really had no idea how to get in or out. When they’d returned to the clan lair, however, Marina couldn’t help but drag her claws. She didn’t want to face those sympathetic looks and hushed conversations. “You know . . .” the ridgeback began, looking hesitant to finish his sentence. “My parent runs an eating house, and could always use help managing the inventory and keeping the supplies stocked. If wanted a few hours to yourself . . .” “Yes, please.” The pearl bumped occasionally against Marina’s wing or hindquarters as they went, but, walking side by side with her . . . friend, she realized, she didn’t care quite as much. ~~~~ original plan was to have marina ask the ridgeback to look into her pearl for her, but i figured that wasn't very realistic for such an intimate/trusting thing to occur when they just barely first met xD also don't @ me if pearls floating after their owners is Not how they work; maybe marina's pearl is just SPECIAL :p lol 
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