Eledhanow
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Level 15 Tundra
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Personal Style
Apparel
Skin
Scene
Measurements
Length
2.48 m
Wingspan
3.3 m
Weight
168.65 kg
Genetics
Splash
Iridescent
Iridescent
Platinum
Shimmer
Shimmer
Maize
Basic
Basic
Hatchday
Breed
Eye Type
Level 15 Tundra
EXP: 1025 / 60881
STR
5
AGI
5
DEF
5
QCK
51
INT
50
VIT
9
MND
5
Biography
"Where I come from, darling, I bring the wind. I am eternity in a second, and the sea is mine."
HEALER | Co-Wind Flight Representative
Eledhanow: Cornish for 'eledh' and 'kanow', meaning 'angel' and 'songs' respectively.
Spring came. Eledhanow raced through the Boneyard. It was the perfect time to see her beloved, when predators were only beginning to stir from their hibernal sleep, and when Clan duties were still divided so evenly, that it was no enormous task for Eledh to bribe a fellow Healer into covering for her. She thought of Hestia's visits to her, the gleaming red in her eyes and the softer green in her own meeting. Hestia smelled like protection and freedom wrapped in a body, tucked under scales. The Wind sung in her veins, Eledh's paws running familiar intuitive paths that her mind simply couldn't remember, until the path ended.
The sight of the empty lair is Wrong. It is Wrong, this is where Ruzo sits, this is where the Swarm runs, but now there is nothing but Pestilence. Pestilence burns Eledh's nose, and she douses herself in it, desperately sniffing for Hestia. She smells her mate's desperation, she smells the desire to protect, and above all, she smells anguish. Tears burn through her eyes, but she wills them away- she cannot let them interfere with her tracking. The Pestilence continues to burn her nose in an unholy fire.
She clings to the faint traces of Hestia, her legs powered by the cruelty of misery and a lover gone missing. Eledhanow ignores the fact that the scent is easier to pick up, since Hestia seems to be traveling on lumbering feet and not her wings. She also ignores the fact that Hestia's scent is mixed with the most rancid Pestilence. It reminds her of something worse than stagnant water, it is a broiling disease that wants to kill what it can touch.
There is a memory that Eledhanow clings onto. In it, she rests her paws against Hestia's nose, sweetly asking if her lover would protect her if she was lost in the Boneyard. Hestia coyly replies in a rumble that Eledhanow would never had anything to fear, that nothing would dare attack her if they knew what the Death from Above could do.
The scent goes cold in the middle of the Wyrmwound, in the midst of a war. She cannot smell Hestia anymore. There are too many rotting corpses in the Plaguelands, dragons who could not survive the most deadly of strains. Eledhanow weeps openly now, her tears mixing with the ground. She cannot heal what she cannot find, she cannot comfort what she cannot hold. She is not her mate, she is not strong enough to cleave apart the broken land beneath her feet. She cannot stop time in search of her love, she cannot fly to the deities and demand that they find her.
"Hestia!" she screams, her wails echoing a broken heart.
-
Eledhanow returns to the Valkyrie much sooner than anticipated, but she does not return to her duties. she lays on the softness of her bed, adorned with trinkets from her visits, and holds them close to her nose. Her olfactory senses are still burdened with the overwhelming scent of the Plaguelands, but she leaves it be. She has nothing but memories of Hestia now, and she will do everything to cling to what she has.
Eledhanow was adopted for her genes, but was quickly loved by the Clan and she grew to see them as her home. She loves seeing the ocean, and frequently takes her runs along the beach. She's a daughter of the Wind Flight, and loves running along the dunes and feeling the wind through her shaggy mane of fur.
Skolyoth, with all her eccentricities, has grown fond of the little one, and has taken a more sisterly role to her, Tundra to Tundra. In her adolescence, Eledhanow trained to be the second Healer of the Valkyrie under Crystal, the older Pearlcatcher and the first Healer. While she is decent at healing sick dragons from illnesses, her true power comes in healing surface wounds such as lacerations and gashes.
And in recent years, ever since her visit to Hellreek to find a mate, Eledhanow has found herself amorously attached to the Imperial Huntress of Hellreek, Hestia, and has also found herself constantly talking to her patients about Hestia, so, naturally, the whole Clan knows of the Imperial.
HEALER | Co-Wind Flight Representative
Eledhanow: Cornish for 'eledh' and 'kanow', meaning 'angel' and 'songs' respectively.
Spring came. Eledhanow raced through the Boneyard. It was the perfect time to see her beloved, when predators were only beginning to stir from their hibernal sleep, and when Clan duties were still divided so evenly, that it was no enormous task for Eledh to bribe a fellow Healer into covering for her. She thought of Hestia's visits to her, the gleaming red in her eyes and the softer green in her own meeting. Hestia smelled like protection and freedom wrapped in a body, tucked under scales. The Wind sung in her veins, Eledh's paws running familiar intuitive paths that her mind simply couldn't remember, until the path ended.
The sight of the empty lair is Wrong. It is Wrong, this is where Ruzo sits, this is where the Swarm runs, but now there is nothing but Pestilence. Pestilence burns Eledh's nose, and she douses herself in it, desperately sniffing for Hestia. She smells her mate's desperation, she smells the desire to protect, and above all, she smells anguish. Tears burn through her eyes, but she wills them away- she cannot let them interfere with her tracking. The Pestilence continues to burn her nose in an unholy fire.
She clings to the faint traces of Hestia, her legs powered by the cruelty of misery and a lover gone missing. Eledhanow ignores the fact that the scent is easier to pick up, since Hestia seems to be traveling on lumbering feet and not her wings. She also ignores the fact that Hestia's scent is mixed with the most rancid Pestilence. It reminds her of something worse than stagnant water, it is a broiling disease that wants to kill what it can touch.
There is a memory that Eledhanow clings onto. In it, she rests her paws against Hestia's nose, sweetly asking if her lover would protect her if she was lost in the Boneyard. Hestia coyly replies in a rumble that Eledhanow would never had anything to fear, that nothing would dare attack her if they knew what the Death from Above could do.
The scent goes cold in the middle of the Wyrmwound, in the midst of a war. She cannot smell Hestia anymore. There are too many rotting corpses in the Plaguelands, dragons who could not survive the most deadly of strains. Eledhanow weeps openly now, her tears mixing with the ground. She cannot heal what she cannot find, she cannot comfort what she cannot hold. She is not her mate, she is not strong enough to cleave apart the broken land beneath her feet. She cannot stop time in search of her love, she cannot fly to the deities and demand that they find her.
"Hestia!" she screams, her wails echoing a broken heart.
-
Eledhanow returns to the Valkyrie much sooner than anticipated, but she does not return to her duties. she lays on the softness of her bed, adorned with trinkets from her visits, and holds them close to her nose. Her olfactory senses are still burdened with the overwhelming scent of the Plaguelands, but she leaves it be. She has nothing but memories of Hestia now, and she will do everything to cling to what she has.
Eledhanow was adopted for her genes, but was quickly loved by the Clan and she grew to see them as her home. She loves seeing the ocean, and frequently takes her runs along the beach. She's a daughter of the Wind Flight, and loves running along the dunes and feeling the wind through her shaggy mane of fur.
Skolyoth, with all her eccentricities, has grown fond of the little one, and has taken a more sisterly role to her, Tundra to Tundra. In her adolescence, Eledhanow trained to be the second Healer of the Valkyrie under Crystal, the older Pearlcatcher and the first Healer. While she is decent at healing sick dragons from illnesses, her true power comes in healing surface wounds such as lacerations and gashes.
And in recent years, ever since her visit to Hellreek to find a mate, Eledhanow has found herself amorously attached to the Imperial Huntress of Hellreek, Hestia, and has also found herself constantly talking to her patients about Hestia, so, naturally, the whole Clan knows of the Imperial.
Crystal - "The Valkyrie is no place for the weak. Crystal taught me the quiet strength that comes in a Healer's claws, and that I am more than what the warriors whisper behind my back." -Mentor- By: @DragonsofPyrrhia |
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