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Wicket

(#73506095)

[she/her]

Familiar

Wildwood Owl

Energy: 0/50

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Physical Attributes

Battle Stats

Measurements

Length

0.9 m

Wingspan

1.02 m

Weight

2.33 kg

Genetics

Driftwood
Wasp (Veilspun)

Hatchday

Nov 05, 2021
(2 years)

Breed

Adult
Veilspun

Eye Type

Wind
Common

Level 8 Veilspun

EXP: 220 / 16009

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AGI

DEF

QCK

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Biography

Long, drooping wreathes of leaves trail into the riverside, swirling gently in the water's eddies. There are few moments of repose available when ekeing out a survivalist's living in the snowsquall tundra, but one place where respite can be found is under the shady boughs of a Weeping Willow. If you stay still for too long, gazing into the waters, you may find yourself one with the trailing vines as well. It is a peaceful existence.

from the Dawning Hatchery

Wicket

The snowstorm had been relentless, and I could feel the weight of it pressing against the makeshift shelter we had crafted beneath the Weeping Willow. Bough and I huddled together, our bodies entwined for warmth, and I couldn't help but worry about her.

"Bough," I whispered, my voice barely more than a breath of frosty air. "Are you holding up all right?"

Bough's light yellow eyes met mine, and she offered a brave smile, though I could see the strain in her expression. "I'm okay, Wicket. Just a bit cold. We'll make it through this, you'll see."

I nodded, my heart aching with the knowledge that I had to protect her, keep her safe from the harsh elements. "I won't let anything happen to you, Bough. We're in this together."

As the storm raged on outside, I pulled her closer, my branches and flowers providing a shield against the biting cold. "We'll have to ration our food carefully," I said, my voice tinged with concern. "We don't know how long this storm will last."

Bough nodded in agreement, her eyes never leaving mine. "I trust you, Wicket. You've always taken care of me."

I leaned down to press a gentle kiss against her forehead, my heart swelling with love for this brave, resilient dragon by my side. "And I always will, Bough."

As the days turned into weeks, our conversations became a lifeline, a reminder that we were not alone in this desolate landscape. We shared stories of our past, dreams for the future, and whispered words of love in the quiet moments between gusts of wind.

When the storm finally began to subside, I knew we had weathered it together, our bond stronger than ever. I gently brushed the snow from Bough's wings, my branches reaching out to caress her with tenderness.

"We made it, Bough," I said, my voice filled with relief and gratitude.

Bough smiled, her eyes reflecting the deep love we held for each other. "Yes, we did, Wicket. And we'll face whatever comes next, together."

With Bough in my arms and the Weeping Willow sheltering us from the last remnants of the storm, I felt a profound sense of peace. Our love had proven to be an unbreakable shield against the harshest of trials, and as we ventured back into the tundra, hand in hand, I knew that we were ready to face whatever challenges lay ahead.

Bough

Day 1:
The storm started today. Wicket and I huddled together beneath the sheltering arms of our beloved willows. I couldn't help but worry, but I couldn't let her see it. Her eyes, so light and full of hope, didn't deserve to bear the weight of my concerns.

Day 3:
The winds howl relentlessly outside, and the snowfall shows no signs of abating. We've rationed our food, but it won't last long if this storm persists. Wicket, always so calm, speaks of our love, our strength. She says we'll make it through this, and I find solace in her unwavering confidence.

Day 5:
The nights grow colder, and the darkness is unrelenting. I see the flicker of doubt in Wicket's eyes, though she tries to hide it. She holds me close, whispering sweet words to chase away my fears. "We'll be alright," she says, and I want to believe her.

Day 7:
The storm rages on, and I feel the weight of our dwindling supplies pressing upon us. I refuse to let Wicket see my uncertainty, my growing dread. Instead, I focus on our love, our shared memories, and the hope that we'll soon emerge from this tempest stronger than ever.

Day 10:
Each passing day feels like an eternity. Wicket's encouraging words are a lifeline in this sea of uncertainty. "We're in this together," she reminds me, and I cling to her warmth, her unwavering presence.

Day 13:
The storm shows no mercy. Wicket's eyes, once filled with hope, now mirror my own worry. But we remain resolute, our love a beacon in the unending night.

Day 15:
I can see the strain in Wicket's eyes, the toll this storm is taking on her. I wish I could ease her burden, but all I can offer is my love and unwavering support.

Day 19:
The nights are the hardest. Wicket's soothing voice keeps the darkness at bay, and I am grateful for her presence. I don't want her to see how afraid I am.

Day 20:
Wicket and I share a quiet moment, our eyes meeting in the dim light. There is no need for words; our love speaks volumes.

Day 24:
Our rations are nearly gone. I worry for Wicket, for us. But we hold each other close, finding strength in our bond.

Day 25:
I don’t think we are going to make it. I underestimated the amount of rations we had. But we must stay optimistic. We have to.

Day 30:

We are free.

As the storm's fury gradually waned, the day we ventured outside arrived, heralded by a glimpse of the long-forgotten sun. Tears of joy welled up in our eyes as we stepped into the pristine, snow-covered landscape. Wicket and I embraced, our hearts overflowing with gratitude for having weathered the tempest together. It was a moment of profound connection, a testament to the strength of our love.

From that point forward, we embarked on a journey to reclaim our lives, hand in hand. Our bond, forged in the crucible of the storm, became an unwavering source of support and inspiration. As the snows receded and the tundra began to thaw, we found solace in the renewal of the natural world around us.

We tended to our beloved willows, the guardians of our sanctuary, with renewed care. The dark pink flowers that adorned our branches bloomed more vibrantly than ever, casting a serene aura over our home. It was as if nature itself celebrated our resilience.

With each passing day, our love grew stronger, our shared experiences deepening our connection. We shared stories of the storm, its trials and tribulations, and reveled in the simple joy of being together. Our hearts, once burdened by uncertainty, now brimmed with hope and optimism.

In the warm embrace of the thawing tundra, we found new beginnings. We ventured further afield, exploring the beauty of the world around us, the constellations on our wings glistening like guiding stars. We encountered other dragons and creatures, forging connections and building a community.

Wicket's light green eyes and my light yellow ones mirrored the renewal of life around us. We were no longer defined by the storm but by the strength of our love and the resilience of our spirits. The challenges we faced together had forged an unbreakable bond, and in each other's arms, we found solace, comfort, and the promise of a brighter tomorrow.

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