Ash
(#70919746)
Spirit of the Oasis
Familiar
Sparkling Capricorn
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Energy: 50/50
This dragon’s natural inborn element is Water.
Male Gaoler
This dragon is benefiting from the effects of eternal youth.
This dragon is an ancient breed.
This dragon is hibernating.
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Personal Style
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Scene
Measurements
Length
1.03 m
Wingspan
0.39 m
Weight
62.88 kg
Genetics
Copper
Phantom (Gaoler)
Phantom (Gaoler)
Azure
Current (Gaoler)
Current (Gaoler)
Splash
Gnarlhorns (Gaoler)
Gnarlhorns (Gaoler)
Hatchday
Breed
Eye Type
Level 25 Gaoler
Max Level
STR
7
AGI
6
DEF
7
QCK
6
INT
118
VIT
6
MND
7
Lineage
Parents
- none
Offspring
- none
Biography
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♕ A S H Spirit of the Oasis     Water will continue to flow despite the events of the past, slip through the claws of the greedy, erode barriers of our progress. We weather hardship. We do not relent. We sleep. We dream. We adapt. Forgiveness, repentance... it is of no consequence. We will simply continue to carve our own way, our own path.  ╰ inspired by bio template from squidragon   |
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An ancient spirit who gave birth to the oasis. Many, many (many and many) moons ago they sustained a most prosperous lake, whose power fed a sea of luscious greenery bedecked with many a species of flora, worshipped and inhabited by a sprawling, thriving community. Eventually, conflict over the territory culminated in the mutual destruction of the warring parties, and the surviving remnants fled to the depths of the ocean, who later became the Deliquescent. The abandoned land was ruined; razed to a bare expanse with nothing to sustain even the smallest fae or veilspun. The once-pristine lake was no more--polluted with the remains of the war, the silt mottled with blood and jagged shards of armor, bloated remains of warriors revealing the white of bone, fish belly-up in the film of muck that coated the surface.
With the last of their power remaining from years of worship, Ash drew what water they could, and carried the moisture down, down, down--deeper and deeper until his precious lifeblood was filtered through earth untouched by the war. As the water became clearer, Ash became smaller, more fatigued--and when they felt that the water had reached its original crystal-clear condition, they erased their path, carved themselves a resting place amidst the dirt and stone, and drew their waters into a comfortable bed. Much reduced and the most powerless they had ever been, they fell into a deep slumber. But water cannot be so simply held. It is amorphous, untameable--it cannot be bound or trapped. Over the next thousand years, seasonal rains would visit the barren lands. Each drop of lifegiving liquid would pass through the parched dirt, and over time would begin to reach the sleeping spirit. Greedy to replenish their power, even in sleep, they began to regain their strength. And many many years--when the war became hardly a though and the blemish upon the land though of as mere happenstance, they began to rise again: yearning for the touch of the sun, the kiss of the wind. Eventually, their waters blessed the surface once more--and over many more years, became an oasis able to nurture wild grasses and stubborn trees, lovingly coaxed vibrant flowers to reach for the sun's gaze. They became a savior for individuals who wandered with no home to return to. Under Ash's watery embrace, the land became a sanctuary amidst the brutal scar of land, and cultivated a loyal, fiercely protective community. Should you navigate your way through the shifting desert mirages and blistering hot sands, you could be lucky enough to happen upon this sanctum. But before you can rejoice in the soft grass underfoot, take your fill of the cool clear expanse, you must pass muster under the appointed protectors. Survive the harsh, laser-esque glare and piercing tongue of the armored guardian of its shore. Persuade the guardian who patrols its waters, whose claws pierce through the liquid haven in front of you and could easily rend you apart. Once you gain their provisional approval, you must pay respects to the spirit of the oasis, who sleeps within the depths, curled safely in their underground reservoir. Rarely will they deign to acknowledge visitors personally--but on rare occasions, should you impress them with the quality of your spirit, they may arise with pelt untouched by wet, gaze into your eyes, and speak to you with the voice of a thousand ripples and echoes of the rushing of water against stone. xxx♦ Age unknown xxx♦ Resides in and sustains the underground reservoir which feeds the oasis xxx♦ Their power is quite diminished compared to their original form xxx♦ Likely to require thousands of more years to reach previous glory xxx♦ Bestowed their favor on Almusolis and Veraquatus, who were xxxxx among the first to settle xxxxxx♢ Pays little attention to the governance of the oasis' community xxxxxx♢ Cares little for the details of mortal conflict despite what happened xxx♦ Remains tired from their ordeals; simply wishes to nurture what is left xxx♦ (yes they are lvl 25, and i did theme their battle stones)      xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx
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