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Personal Style
Apparel
Skin
Scene
Measurements
Length
5.14 m
Wingspan
6.82 m
Weight
585.21 kg
Genetics
Shale
Tiger
Tiger
Storm
Stripes
Stripes
Smoke
Runes
Runes
Hatchday
Breed
Eye Type
Level 1 Mirror
EXP: 0 / 245
STR
7
AGI
8
DEF
6
QCK
8
INT
5
VIT
6
MND
5
Lineage
Biography
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- Balti
- Young adult - Demigirl - Asexual - Scholar/teacher Balti is an energetic dragon, perfect for keeping up with the young hatchlings. Her ADHD helps keep them engaged because of the way she adapts to it, always bringing new experiences to the table. She’s always finding new ways to teach the clan’s young while still letting them have fun. In her off-time, when the hatchlings have been handed off to Bead or their parents, she enjoys helping Skell gather the healing supplies they need. She also keeps the clan’s library, always making sure the information is as accurate as possible. |
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 Mephyst Close friends  Bead Close friends |
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 Stelian Close friends  Skell Friends |
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 Durren Apprentice  Nurelion Friends |
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....The storm rumbled on the horizon, drawing closer with every moment. It wasn’t her first storm, but Balti had always been with her mother’s clan for them. It had been safe and warm while listening to the wind shake the trees, lightning lighting up the sky as thunder shook their lair. Now, she was alone, watching the clouds gather ominously over Dragonhome. Storm seekers could be heard cawing overhead, an entire murder of them swirling in a feathery vortex. Watching them didn’t quite ease the knot of anxiety in her stomach as they flew off towards the storm, and she knew that shelter was of the utmost importance. Or at least what little shelter she could find in the sands of Dragonhome. Movement near where the murder had taken off caught her attention. By its heat map, she could tell it was another storm seeker, but why hadn’t it gone with all the others? Cautiously, she crept closer, not wanting to be injured. Out here, alone and with nobody to help her, it could be a death sentence. Which seemed to be the exact situation this bird had found itself in. Balti could see its broken wing, and hearing its lost and mournful caw twisted her heart. Her guard still up, she approached it, trying not to seem like a threat. “Hey there. You look like you need some help.” She wasn’t quite sure why she was talking to it like it could understand her. It was a bird, for crying out loud, and one that flew headfirst into storms at that. It couldn’t be very intelligent. Although that look in its eye when it looked at her seemed to tell a different story. “I could try and help you with your wing. I remember what my clan did, whenever somebody would break theirs.” The bird tipped its head, regarding her for a long moment. A peal of thunder made her jump, the storm seeker turning and letting out one last wistful call. It then turned back to her, hopping closer in a clear request for help. Balti smiled, gently helping it onto her shoulder. “You need a name, I think. How about Shriek?” At the bird’s, no, Shriek’s, enthusiastic clacking, she could only assume it was an approved suggestion. “You and me, traveling the world. I like it. But first, we need to find some shelter.” She skittered off, grateful to find a cave right as the rain hit, watching it come down with her new companion.
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....It was a regular day for her in the Scarred Wasteland. Balti would go hunting near Rotrock Rim, Shriek acting as her packmate. They’d take in the strange sights of Plaguebringer’s domain, and she’d hold a one-sided conversation about what she could learn by observing. But there was something missing, something her claws itched to do that she couldn’t figure out. She was watching the sunset by a pink statue when she was startled by a deep voice, as if the earth itself was speaking to her. “Not often that a Mirror dragon is seen on their own.” The pink drained from the statue, and the newly-revealed Obelisk dragon shook his mane out before stretching. Despite herself, Balti thought that the piebald and striation genes made him look like a koi fish. “I wanted adventure. And typically, other Mirror dragons only truly care for themselves.” She shook her head. “I want to care about more than just myself. I want a true clan again, not just a ‘here now, gone tomorrow’ pack.” The Obelisk tipped his head, eyes regarding her curiously. He then smiled. “Well, if you think you can handle it, my clan always has some extra lair space. I can show you there if you like.” Balti looked him over. He didn’t seem like he was trying to trick her, and in fact, he seemed to be like her. A dragon from a different flight, drawn to the Wasteland. “Why are you here? In Plague territory? You’re an Arcane dragon, after all.” The Obelisk laughed, deep and rumbling. “I was born in Arcane, you are not wrong. That’s where our clan started, in fact, deep within the Crystalspine Reaches. We even lived in the Oculus of the Eleven for a while. But for some reason, the clan leaders decided to move us all. I suppose they felt a calling here.” Batli looked back out over the Wasteland. The sun had slipped below the horizon now, and the stars were becoming clearly visible. Batli could pick out Gladekeeper and Plaguebringer, locked in their eternal battle. She was no stranger to feeling a calling to come to the Wasteland. “My name is Stelian. Come on, the lair is this way.” He stood and started walking off, tail lazily swishing. “I never said I’d join!” Nevertheless, she ran to catch up, falling in step with him as Shriek landed on her shoulders. “That’s no introduction.” His eyes sparkled with humor, a smile still dancing on his face. She huffed, shaking her head. “If you must know, it’s Balti.” “What a wonderful name, Balti. Come on, if I’m not back by midnight Till will start to worry.” He started running then, Balti easily keeping pace. And despite how eager she had been to get out and see the world, something about this felt right. It felt like returning home.
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....Balti gaped at the largest stump she had ever seen. Granted, Behemoth in the Viridian Labyrinth was a larger tree than Seedscar had been, but it was still alive and vibrant. Seedscar was very much dead, contrasting with the wild, forcibly contained growth of the First Seed. Everything glowed a bright, edging on sickly green, and it almost reminded her of the Pox Consulate. She had seen the old embassy once as a hatchling, and once more while crossing the Labyrinth to Dragonhome. She had grown up on stories of the last two ambassadors, Liefa and Yugona. How Liefa had been unable to cope with something here in the Scarred Wasteland, and had ended the era of peace by burying the First Seed. When she had returned, she had been a shell of herself, and disappeared soon after. Balti was privately glad it had happened on Plague territory. Not because she hated the flight, far from it. She wasn’t sure if any other mages would be able to hold back the relentless, all-consuming growth. Had the First Seed been planted in Nature territory, for example, it might have overtaken all of Sornieth in an uncontrollable wave. Shriek hopped up onto her head, giving one side of her crest a harmless yet hungry peck. She hummed an acknowledgement, turning away from Seedscar and towards the plains that surrounded Wyrmwound. “We’ll go hunting soon. I want to find a place to spend a week or so first.” She flexed her claws, grinning as Shriek lifted off her head to start circling. She may be a lone mirror in the harshest territory in Sornieth, but she was never on her own. Shriek followed her as she started running off towards the Abiding Boneyard, something mysterious deep inside her that called her home.
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