Nyari
(#73391705)
Level 25 Skydancer
Familiar
Scarlet Hamble
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This dragon’s natural inborn element is Plague.
Male Skydancer
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Personal Style
Apparel
Skin
Scene
Measurements
Length
5.26 m
Wingspan
6.04 m
Weight
603.61 kg
Genetics
Ice
Basic
Basic
Ice
Alloy
Alloy
Cherry
Glimmer
Glimmer
Hatchday
Breed
Eye Type
Level 25 Skydancer
Max Level
STR
22
AGI
9
DEF
7
QCK
15
INT
6
VIT
6
MND
7
Lineage
Parents
- none
Offspring
- none
Biography
NYARI
THE SECOND SWORD
Nyari tossed a pair of frozen dice across a roughly-hewn stone table, watching lazily as they bounced and scattered noisily across the hard surface. Once, she might have considered such diversions beneath her, but things had changed since she had followed her liege Frostmane to the Frozen Lands.
She had changed, for better or for worse.
"Four," said Crown General Seraf smugly, glancing down at the settled dice. "I win that round, I think," he said, amidst a chorus of groans and feigned threats from his fellow companions.
"You must be cheating," Nyari complained, tossing a glittering ruby to her friend. Seraf caught the gem deftly and made a exaggerated show of inspecting the jewel in the glow of the crackling hearth.
"Well, I must thank you lot for being so generous tonight," he said, reclining back into his chair with a small smile and a toss of his silver hair. "I wouldn't mind if you put up more of a fight, though." Seraf, general of Frostmane's mercenary army, was strikingly handsome, and he was well aware of it. He winked at Nyari almost flirtatiously, who snorted again and began dealing another round of cards to her companions. It was sometimes hard to believe that Seraf was the one of the deadliest mercenaries of their age, so flippantly did he act at times. Yet, despite his vanity and arrogance, he was hard to dislike, for he was easy to laugh and almost unwisely loyal to those he deemed friends.
"Another win for Seraf, I wager," said Everett sourly, tossing down his cards unhappily.
"You're not supposed to give it away like that," chided pretty little Li, casting her mate a disapproving glance. "There's no fun in it that way."
"Perhaps Everett's just bluffing," offered Nyari, her crimson eyes dancing with amusement. Her own cards were nothing special, but she hid her disappointment behind an easy smile.
But it was no bluff. Seraf won the round, as well as the next. The fire was flickering weakly when they finally agreed to turn in, their satchels all considerably lighter save for Seraf's. Nyari rose to her feet with a yawn, but Seraf touched her shoulder lightly and jerked his head towards the door.
"Might I have a word?"
"Of course, Crown General..." Nyari was not particularly surprised; as Seraf's second-in-command, such private tête-à-têtes were hardly uncommon. She followed him outdoors, where they were immediately accosted by a blast of frigid wind. Seraf winced slightly and allowed himself to resume his true form - that of a midnight-colored dragon whose brilliant scales were just beginning to show the signs of cursed-frost. Nyari allowed herself to follow suit; her own scales had long-since been bleached by the Frozen Land's eternal winter, but elegant swathes of steel grey and splashes of crimson poppies were inked upon her hard scales as if she were some strange, living canvas. The pair walked in silence for a spell, until their frozen dwellings were far behind them, and they were engulfed in a swirl of snow and ice and anonymity.
"I....must leave for a while, Nyari. I expect you to take my place as Frostmane's right hand in my absence," said Seraf. He spoke carefully, as if he had rehearsed these words before. "One of the southern clans has offered me a great deal of gold for two seasons of service - they wish for me to lead their vanguard in an attempt to regain some lost territory. I've studied their circumstances, and I believe we stand a very good chance of emerging victorious, otherwise I would not consider the position."
"Leave? Now?" Nyari was slightly taken aback. Though Seraf was as mercenary as the rest of them, he usually avoided taking long-term contracts, as he was much too integral to Frostmane's military to leave for long. "Two seasons, Seraf? That's a long time..."
"Well, it could be shorter, if I can end things quickly. But...yes, I know," said Seraf, and he sighed uncomfortably, looking past her into the void of darkness that stretched before them. Nyari watched his frozen breath dissipate slowly before speaking, her voice tentative.
"It's because of her, isn't it?"
Seraf cast a sideways glance at his friend before nodding stiffly. "I cannot stay here, Nyari. I fear I may do something treacherous if I stay, and I cannot betray Frostmane like that. I will never betray him like that. Perhaps in one or two seasons, this passion will burn low, and I can return. But until then, you will lead Frostmane's army. You will be great, of course," he said, forcing a small smile to his face. "I think sometimes that Frostmane prefers your methods to my own."
Nyari returned his smile, flapping her wings slightly to shed the snow that had begun to accumulate on them. "Well, we both know that's not true, but I'll let it pass. If you must do this, then of course I have no choice. Frostmane's standard will not falter while you are away - I swear it. But...honestly, Seraf..." She paused slightly, feeling suddenly and unusually sad, "Don't do anything too reckless, y'hear? Don't get yourself killed. We needs you."
Seraf inclined his head slightly. "As my Crown General commands."
Nyari flushed and looked away, embarrassed. "I could never replace one such as you," she muttered uncomfortably. "You know that."
"You could. And mayhap one day, you will. Isn't that why you're here, after all?" Seraf offered her a small, wry smile. "Good luck, Nyari. Take care of them for me."
"I will," she promised.
"I'll keep them safe."
She had changed, for better or for worse.
"Four," said Crown General Seraf smugly, glancing down at the settled dice. "I win that round, I think," he said, amidst a chorus of groans and feigned threats from his fellow companions.
"You must be cheating," Nyari complained, tossing a glittering ruby to her friend. Seraf caught the gem deftly and made a exaggerated show of inspecting the jewel in the glow of the crackling hearth.
"Well, I must thank you lot for being so generous tonight," he said, reclining back into his chair with a small smile and a toss of his silver hair. "I wouldn't mind if you put up more of a fight, though." Seraf, general of Frostmane's mercenary army, was strikingly handsome, and he was well aware of it. He winked at Nyari almost flirtatiously, who snorted again and began dealing another round of cards to her companions. It was sometimes hard to believe that Seraf was the one of the deadliest mercenaries of their age, so flippantly did he act at times. Yet, despite his vanity and arrogance, he was hard to dislike, for he was easy to laugh and almost unwisely loyal to those he deemed friends.
"Another win for Seraf, I wager," said Everett sourly, tossing down his cards unhappily.
"You're not supposed to give it away like that," chided pretty little Li, casting her mate a disapproving glance. "There's no fun in it that way."
"Perhaps Everett's just bluffing," offered Nyari, her crimson eyes dancing with amusement. Her own cards were nothing special, but she hid her disappointment behind an easy smile.
But it was no bluff. Seraf won the round, as well as the next. The fire was flickering weakly when they finally agreed to turn in, their satchels all considerably lighter save for Seraf's. Nyari rose to her feet with a yawn, but Seraf touched her shoulder lightly and jerked his head towards the door.
"Might I have a word?"
"Of course, Crown General..." Nyari was not particularly surprised; as Seraf's second-in-command, such private tête-à-têtes were hardly uncommon. She followed him outdoors, where they were immediately accosted by a blast of frigid wind. Seraf winced slightly and allowed himself to resume his true form - that of a midnight-colored dragon whose brilliant scales were just beginning to show the signs of cursed-frost. Nyari allowed herself to follow suit; her own scales had long-since been bleached by the Frozen Land's eternal winter, but elegant swathes of steel grey and splashes of crimson poppies were inked upon her hard scales as if she were some strange, living canvas. The pair walked in silence for a spell, until their frozen dwellings were far behind them, and they were engulfed in a swirl of snow and ice and anonymity.
"I....must leave for a while, Nyari. I expect you to take my place as Frostmane's right hand in my absence," said Seraf. He spoke carefully, as if he had rehearsed these words before. "One of the southern clans has offered me a great deal of gold for two seasons of service - they wish for me to lead their vanguard in an attempt to regain some lost territory. I've studied their circumstances, and I believe we stand a very good chance of emerging victorious, otherwise I would not consider the position."
"Leave? Now?" Nyari was slightly taken aback. Though Seraf was as mercenary as the rest of them, he usually avoided taking long-term contracts, as he was much too integral to Frostmane's military to leave for long. "Two seasons, Seraf? That's a long time..."
"Well, it could be shorter, if I can end things quickly. But...yes, I know," said Seraf, and he sighed uncomfortably, looking past her into the void of darkness that stretched before them. Nyari watched his frozen breath dissipate slowly before speaking, her voice tentative.
"It's because of her, isn't it?"
Seraf cast a sideways glance at his friend before nodding stiffly. "I cannot stay here, Nyari. I fear I may do something treacherous if I stay, and I cannot betray Frostmane like that. I will never betray him like that. Perhaps in one or two seasons, this passion will burn low, and I can return. But until then, you will lead Frostmane's army. You will be great, of course," he said, forcing a small smile to his face. "I think sometimes that Frostmane prefers your methods to my own."
Nyari returned his smile, flapping her wings slightly to shed the snow that had begun to accumulate on them. "Well, we both know that's not true, but I'll let it pass. If you must do this, then of course I have no choice. Frostmane's standard will not falter while you are away - I swear it. But...honestly, Seraf..." She paused slightly, feeling suddenly and unusually sad, "Don't do anything too reckless, y'hear? Don't get yourself killed. We needs you."
Seraf inclined his head slightly. "As my Crown General commands."
Nyari flushed and looked away, embarrassed. "I could never replace one such as you," she muttered uncomfortably. "You know that."
"You could. And mayhap one day, you will. Isn't that why you're here, after all?" Seraf offered her a small, wry smile. "Good luck, Nyari. Take care of them for me."
"I will," she promised.
"I'll keep them safe."
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