Zebulun
(#7149423)
Level 7 Imperial
Brasa
Conflagrant Ambassador
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This dragon’s natural inborn element is Arcane.
Male Imperial
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Personal Style
Apparel
Skin
Scene
Measurements
Length
29.59 m
Wingspan
20.49 m
Weight
7264.79 kg
Genetics
Orange
Tiger
Tiger
Gold
Shimmer
Shimmer
Soil
Basic
Basic
Hatchday
Breed
Eye Type
Level 7 Imperial
EXP: 10331 / 11881
STR
6
AGI
6
DEF
6
QCK
5
INT
8
VIT
8
MND
6
Biography
《《 So, Hylis sent you this way, did he? Well, that is a story, isn't it... 》》
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This is the story of how Hylis and Zebulun and Hesperos and Glorfindel and Hoari All Got Lost in the Madness that is the Tangled Wood Just Because They Were Bored. Well, it’s actually a little bit more complicated than that. Mostly it wasn’t their fault, mostly it was the demented being that- but that’s giving it all away. Maybe I should just start the story already. I was not having a good day. It wasn’t that it wasn’t a good day; the sun was shining, spring was in the air, plants were poking through the earth, birds were singing, the whole Starwood seemed to be glowing with life after the particularly hard winter… but I was not glowing, not at all, not with anything. I felt rather like I had my own private rain cloud stored up inside my chest, and the laughter and the antics of my friends only seemed to be making that cloud darker. I wasn’t sure why I’d even joined them that day; I liked Hesperos, and Hylis was alright, but the other two always got on my nerves, and it always bothered me that they were always included in Hesperos’ and Hylis’ activities. They were a squad, and gang, a brotherhood, and sometimes I was a part of it, and sometimes I wasn't. I was a fringe member. I decided, day to day, whether or not I wanted to put up with their shenanigans, and today, I should have stayed home. “Heyyyy, grumpy face, what’s with you? Sunny spring weather getting you down?” Glorfindel teased, prancing backwards ahead of me. “Don’t,” Hesperos warned. “He’s probably upset because it should still be winter or something,” Hoari said with a pompous wink. “Come on now,” Hylis jumped in quickly before I could do something regrettable, “If a guy’s in a mood, he’s in a mood. Look, we should go somewhere different today, don’t you think?” |
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“What, finally bored of that waterfall we’ve jumped down a million times?” Glorfindel said with a fake yawn. “I’m always down for anything. What’s your idea?” “I don’t really have one,” Hylis admitted. “I was looking for suggestions.” “We could take a peek at Shadow,” Hesperos suggested. “What, during the festival?” Hoari seemed a little nervous. “Exactly,” Hesperos said. “That’s the only reason to go look. I know what it looks like otherwise; deep shadows and a few glowing mushrooms.” “You’ve never been there, you don’t know what it looks like,” Glorfindel retorted. Hesperos shrugged. “I’ve heard it described. Nothing special about it. Except during the festival. I’d like to see what’s going on down there.” “The forest will eat you up,” Hylis said seriously. “I’m not saying we should go down there,” Hesperos said, rolling his eyes. “Honestly, you guys are being very dramatic. All we’re going to do is look.” “Oh and suddenly we’re for sure doing this,” Hoari snorted. “I think it’s a good idea,” I said, speaking up. “Oh look, grumpy face wants to go where the vibe matches his mood,” said Hoari sarcastically. “Well, at least he’s been there before,” Hylis said, warming up to the idea. “Yeah, it’s not that dangerous, right?” Hesperos asked eagerly. I snorted. “Just the border? Please.” So that’s how they ended up flying from Arcane, all the way across Plague, to the border with Shadow. On the second to last day of the Trickmurk Circus. Oh what fools. Poor, bored fools. To tempt fate on such a day… I’m getting ahead of myself again. Sorry. We made it to the border, and crouched on the slope that sank slowly down towards the Forum that sits in the center of that shadowy realm. We hid behind the small wilted trees that clung to the slop, which became darker and sorrier looking the closer the poor trees got to the Driftwood Drag, the region that lay just beneath our hiding place. Well, perhaps the Pearlcatches were hidden. Us Imperials might as well as not even tried. We sat there for awhile, and Hesperos swore he could hear some strange music, but we really couldn’t see anything. Everything looked as still and dark and creepy as it usually did. We were just debating whether or not to go down a little farther, when I felt a tingling along my spine, and my whole mane shivered to stand on end, as if I’d been electrocuted. It was time to go. I pulled myself from the ground, feeling heavier than usual, and was just about to say something when I saw Hoari staring at something behind us. “What-” he began, turning his head; but he couldn’t get it all the way around. His body was lead, he was swallowing mud, his mind was slowing to the speed of… x |
 
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It was dark. So dark. And it stank of rotting things and phosphorus and mushrooms, and something else I couldn’t quite place. I shook off the cobwebs in my brain; wait, there were real cobwebs dangling from my whiskers, gross. I looked around at the gloom, and could see the still drowsy forms of my companions all around me. I knew this smell, I knew this place: it was the Driftwood Drag. I’d been here before, while hunting. How long had we been here? How did we get here? How- Wait. I recounted the motionless lumps around me. There were only three. There were supposed to be four. I got up slowly, and kicked at the nearest lump. It groaned, high-pitched, through its nose. Hesperos. I turned to kick the next lump, and froze. I could have sworn I’d counted three lumps. Now there was only- I spun back around. Hesperos was gone. I didn’t dare turn back around again. I closed my eyes and tried to think, tried to remember everything I'd ever been told about this place, the tricks of the Shadow, but that muddy feeling was filling my head again. It stank and it hurt and- “What do you want from me?” I yelled. The presence slid back out of my mind. I opened my eyes, and looked quickly around. I was alone. Everyone else was gone. The mud was seeping into my mind again, turning my vision strange shades of purple, making my eyes feel heavy… I felt a vibration in my leg. Like someone was breaking a chain attached to it. I could feel, rather than hear, a distant screaming, which sounded rather like… “Glorfindel!” I yelled, dragging my eyes back open. Something seemed to hiss in discomfort, drawing back from my mind for a moment, then coming back even stronger than before. My leg vibrated again. I could hear the tearing of metal. Someone was running; I could feel it in the earth beneath me. I stretched out my wings. Sleeepppp… said the voice in my head. I stretched them further. Sleeppppp! The voice said again, more insistent. I lifted them. My leg vibrated with a finality. The feel of running was leading to my left. I pumped my wings; once, twice. Stop! What are you doing, what are you all- |
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I dragged myself into the air, dragged my mind out of the mud, dragged my eyelids open. Hoari was running beneath me. He must have been the one- no, there was Hesperos too, looking up at me as he ran also, stumbling over strange woody chains looped around his midsection, hindering his wings; had he been the one to cut the metal chain that was dangling from my right back leg? I saw a figure in the corner of my eye, fighting off a… a tree? I swooped down, gritting my teeth against the presence that I knew would come with the closeness of the ground. It was Glorfindel, the one who I’d heard scream earlier, he was looking rather bloodied and near exhausted. I tore talons first into the tree, screaming back at the mind that tried to invade mine. The tree shrunk back. I grabbed Glorfindel in his talons, and heaved into the air. We all four passed out as soon as we made it just past the border. It wasn’t until we were rescued by a nearby clan, and woke up to clean bandages and hot tea and a myriad of questions that we realized. Hylis wasn’t with us. [oh you want to know the rest of the story, do you? Well, you're going to have to go see my ol' nemesis Renegade, then. Off you go! *Zebulun hands you another book*] 
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《《 Wait, you're still here? Curious about the rest of my life, are you? Well, I do love to talk, someone must have told you... 》》 x Let me tell you the story of my life. Arcanist, what a life it's been. My little brother, my dad and I make a tight trio. We're tiger colored Imperials, athletic and powerful, loud and in the middle of everything. OK well, Yaz isn't very loud now, but he was when he was younger. He used to hunt with Dad and I too, but now he's a mathematician. He comes out to run and hunt things with me when he needs a break though. Needs to get his head out of problem. We're two sides of the same coin and we're each other's primary confident. Dad comes in close behind - he's young in his soul, and doesn't have any lofty opinions of himself to get in the way. He became a parent rather young in life, and Histan actually ended up doing more of the discipline side of the parenting, as our leader. Growing up, I didn't think anything of having a dad who was more of an older brother character and a leader who was more of a father character, but looking back (and looking at how other families work) I can see it - I still don't mind though, and Yaz and I don't feel any worse off for it. Our mom is a poet, full of light and art - it's nearly impossible to put her in a bad mood, and she always encouraged us to bring out more of what is beautiful, both in ourselves and in the world. She's always singing or humming as she works, her movements look like dancing... we were always well behaved around her, I think because we were in awe of her. Also, she was easy to please - she gave us as many art supplies as we wanted and never minded how much of a mess we made. She did teach us how to value our tools though - no mashing paint brushes against the canvas, no snapping the pencils, and please mix your acrylics with the right amount of water. Painting each other, though? Having glitter fights? Deciding to make a clan map that was as big as our den, and filling it with wicked caricatures of everyone who lived there? No problem. Met with affectionate smiles and peels of bright laughter. We were her golden children, her small fumbling angels, and we felt it, everyday. |
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Of course Yaz and I were always also accompanied by our sister, Nagi - she rough and tumbled with us too, she was never afraid of anything. Even now, she's always down for a burping contest, or a scar brag off, or who can lift the heaviest rock or fallen tree dares. We've all found our own spheres now though - she's an adventurer, always on the go. Yaz, as I've mentioned, is a mathematician, helping with various scientific experiments and astronomical calculations. My father and I hunt for food for the clan together, and sometimes my mate, Zona, joins us. Ah yes, Zona. For a long time, I pinned after every girl that came my way. Zona and I had a small romance as younglings - shyly holding wingtips, passing notes during class, randomly showing up with gifts of flowers... but when we outgrew those things and both moved into our professions, that small innocent fling ended as well, and before I knew it, she and Hoari were a pair. I found myself strangely heartbroken, though I'd never spent much time thinking about it before. I blamed my turbulent emotions on adolescent hormones, and started dating every girl that would have me in an attempt to fill the void. At some point I forgot it was because of Zona - for awhile I began to think that this was just the way I was, moving from one relationship to the next. Then, Hoari left. I was concerned for my friend (we'd always stayed friends), and checked in on her a lot. She was busy raising her only child for awhile, but once she'd flown off to the Arcanist, I think she finally felt able to look after herself. I'd stopped dating other girls at that point. Had come back to the realization that she was who I'd been missing all along. I don't know if she ever felt that sense of fate, but she was ready for me now. She invited me to stay one night, and I've stayed ever since. She never asked me to leave, so I just didn't. We had a beautiful ceremony, my mom decorated everything, and the whole clan came because of course everyone here has known us our whole lives, and the whole day glowed with light. I mean, to say we have a perfect relationship would be prosperous, of course we get frustrated with each other and even indulge in a good row from time to time, we get grumpy and are generally normal dragons in a normal relationship - but also, I haven't stopped glowing, ever since. |
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