Reiri
(#72044310)
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This dragon’s natural inborn element is Shadow.
Male Imperial
This dragon is hibernating.
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Personal Style
Apparel
Skin
Scene
Measurements
Length
31.86 m
Wingspan
14.59 m
Weight
7813.32 kg
Genetics
Obsidian
Piebald
Piebald
Obsidian
Paint
Paint
Buttercup
Koi
Koi
Hatchday
Breed
Eye Type
Level 10 Imperial
EXP: 11946 / 27676
STR
6
AGI
6
DEF
6
QCK
5
INT
8
VIT
8
MND
6
Biography
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Reiri doesn’t remember where he was born. At this point he’s not sure it mattered. He’s been alive and awake for so long that he’s lost count of the passing years. The desert stretched on and on, changing and yet the same, so he became part of it. Sometimes he feels like he breathes with the dunes, rises with the storms.
After all of this time, he and the desert have grown fond of each other. It reveals secrets to him that Reiri knows well would not be shown to any other. When the noise and the press of people gets too much, he just drifts his way into the sand. He returns when he feels like it, after the hidden places have given him enough gifts to warrant returning to the noise and bustle. Memory is a funny thing. What is mirage and what is real? It’s been so long, he can’t tell anymore. Reiri dreams sometimes, when he’s shaded from the worst of the sun’s heat or when the clear stars blink at him until he feels like he’s among them. He dreams of a Pearlcatcher. Of a scorpion and an hourglass. They watch the sand slip through the glass, quietly watching the days of his life slip through it. A strange, scuttling shape rises from the sand between them and pierces the center of the glass, but does not shatter it. The venom firms like a resin, and the sand flows no more. The Pearlcatcher watches with a frown, then turns their cold (beautiful, peaceful, wonderful, terrible) eyes on him. “You’re supposed to be freezing to death right now. In your sleep,” they say. “There are worse things, I guess,” he replied. “There are,” the Pearlcatcher says, wings tight with pained wisdom. “And you may yet now discover many of them. I don’t envy your fate.” “What is my fate?” “You and I will only know each other in passing, young one.” They smile and tilt their head, sad and wistful. “I will never embrace you, nor will any other form of Death. A different kind of god has claimed you, denied the touch of any other deity upon your flesh or spirit.” He remembers stumbling, being confused. The sand in the dream-memory felt far too soft under his claws, like a featherbed or cotton. “What? Why me? Shouldn’t I be freezing to death?” “I could not tell you the reasons,” the Pearlcatcher said, wrapping their tail primly around their front paws. “I can only tell you the results.” “What’s going to happen to me?” He asked. “We’ll just have to see, won’t we?” It is always then when Reiri wakes with a start. Memory is a funny thing. There might have been prints on the sand the next morning. There might have been a scent on the wind of ice and flowers, and a soreness inside of his heart. It might have not been real at all. Even so, he continues on. Reiri pretends that his interest in Pearlcatchers is an aesthetic one if anybody asks. Nobody knows that he’s searching for pale blue scales and a distinctive scent, looking for the only creature alive or dead who might be able to give him answers. But for now, the desert has him content. The days don’t burn as much as they used to. The nights are not so frigid. The sand embraces him like a blanket or a lover. He’s not sure if it was always like this, if he was always here. If the strange, scuttling shapes he sees sometimes are real or imagined. Memory really is a funny thing. | ** |
Written by: @savvylikeapirate
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Desert Wanderer
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Xuelian wrote:
"he could be a desert traveler/merchant! he rarely appears in the same place twice, and is one of the best guides there is; the caravans he's traveled with have never gotten lost"
"time also seems to be skewed for him, as he will disappear for months on end and when anyone asks him where he's gone he'll just give them a secretive smile"
"suffice to say his wares are certainly... unique? he's been known to sell trinkets and potions and charms found nowhere else"
"he has a sort of 'sense' for danger having traveled so much, so he occasionally does fortune-telling, but tells the result in riddles that only make sense when they're fulfilled"
"time also seems to be skewed for him, as he will disappear for months on end and when anyone asks him where he's gone he'll just give them a secretive smile"
"suffice to say his wares are certainly... unique? he's been known to sell trinkets and potions and charms found nowhere else"
"he has a sort of 'sense' for danger having traveled so much, so he occasionally does fortune-telling, but tells the result in riddles that only make sense when they're fulfilled"
Moodboards wrote:
I am on a quest to get this man so many moodboards!
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