Eragon
(#75722)
Level 7 Pearlcatcher
Familiar
Aurora Pangolin
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Energy: 50/50
This dragon’s natural inborn element is Light.
Male Pearlcatcher
This dragon is hibernating.
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Personal Style
Apparel
Skin
Scene
Measurements
Length
6.79 m
Wingspan
7.26 m
Weight
521.22 kg
Genetics
Steel
Iridescent
Iridescent
Shadow
Shimmer
Shimmer
Thistle
Basic
Basic
Hatchday
Breed
Eye Type
Level 7 Pearlcatcher
EXP: 517 / 11881
STR
5
AGI
5
DEF
5
QCK
5
INT
5
VIT
5
MND
5
Lineage
Parents
Offspring
- Emma
- Owen
- Lillian
- Boreas
- Muiris
- Elizabeth
- Aurora
- Karale
- Frey
- Saphire
- Denos
- Unnamed
- Nyx
- ShootingStar
- Layette
- Murtagh
- Marrow
- Unnamed
- Kusil
- Phantom
- Wisteira
- Snarltooth
- Brohl
- Reinard
- Phoenine
- Daena
- Vin
- Schedar
- Rebar
- Ensemble
- Innusha
- Anipuma
- Remus
- Hawkstone
- Nago
- Honeytoes
- Duskrunner
- Zimri
- Aleru
- Rockwing
- Nacreous
- Gloom
- Pearlescent
- Vethron
- Portia
- Starwood
- Patrick
- Farseer
- Clawhammer
- Nethershroud
- Lavender
- Lunarayn
- Sycamore
- Matilal
- Rocksteady
- Foreman
- Pengana
- Undying
- Horehound
- PumpkinPirate
- PumpkinPirate
- PumpkinPirate
- PumpkinPirate
- Dawnspirit
- Javiar
- Salvage
- Frugretor
- Trundle
- Skylark
- Sengar
- Singe
- Glitter
- Udolamin
- Morgen
- Jorgen
- Rocker
- Manya
- Dupra
- Cenobia
- Aeroscream
- Ganna
- Sagittarius
- Baroness
- Spellshadow
- Leimakid
- Demonstalker
- Porteur
- Gable
- Trouble
- Marros
- Armgo
- Volari
- Kessla
- Dahaki
- Sweetmist
- Adonis
- Cleavesong
- Tyresia
- Fabrial
- Nephrite
- Sprightly
- Tiffany
- Burns
- England
- Dedona
- Aaja
- Borin
- Cierra
- Morlais
- Zelse
- Rocksmasher
- Swecker
- Bonooru
- Banshee
- Callon
- Teegim
- Erina
- Keshav
Biography
Born a farmer, raised a farmer, Eragon had never believed he would be anything other than a farmer. He had believed he would spend his days with his claws dug into the dirt, bringing forth new plant life that would nourish his people. Maybe with a wife, a handful of children, his life would be a hard yet simple one, one he could be content with.
Content, maybe never happy, because his own dreams had always been great, but he could be content.
Until he was knocked into a barrel of wine, and met the Princess Arya. Until he was taken to her home for new clothes, the two of them talking as they walked, becoming fast friends in the short time they spent together. Until she asked to visit him, and did so for months.
Until he kissed her, unable to deny that he was utterly in love.
He was surprised when she kissed him back, when she accepted him as her mate, when she denied her family and left with him. He was surprised and confused, because she was a Princess and he was just a farm boy, nothing special within the world. Even when they reached their new clan and settled down, that was still all he was, a farm boy. A prosperous one, yes- the farm Queen Tamora gave him, between the herb gardens and the sacred farms kept by Demeter and Persephone, bordering on the northern side by the flowers Elena and Yuna grew between their duties, thrived. Thrived and produced and fed all of the plant eaters in the clan, with more than enough to put off for winter.
But even then, he was still just a farm boy, and she was on the council, an adviser to the Queen. How could she want him?
How could he be worthy of her?
So, when the long nights kept Arya by the Queen’s side, when the council stayed awake long into the night to ensure the proper decision was reached (which was quite often, much to everyone’s chagrin), he went to the ludus and trained. Trained himself how to fight, how to protect someone, how to be more than a farm boy.
And when his training was done, he went to Yuko and Howl and Sophie, the magic users of the clan, and asked them to train him as well. Because a warrior trained in magics and claws was that much stronger, that much more able to protect those they love, and so he trained and trained until the bursts of energy that left his claws were as strong as the claws themselves.
And he saved enough money to buy some armor, and, one day, when it was time for the council to break apart and come home, he was there. There to escort Arya back to their home, ready to protect her at any given moment, ready to be her knight in shining armor, even if she didn’t need it.
He was a farm boy, yes, but also a warrior, and he had made himself worthy of his love. Even if she didn’t think he needed to be, because as she laughed and lifted the visor of his helm to kiss him, she reminded him that she had fallen in love with the farm boy, and even all that time ago, he had still be worthy of her.
Because he was him, and she loved him.
Content, maybe never happy, because his own dreams had always been great, but he could be content.
Until he was knocked into a barrel of wine, and met the Princess Arya. Until he was taken to her home for new clothes, the two of them talking as they walked, becoming fast friends in the short time they spent together. Until she asked to visit him, and did so for months.
Until he kissed her, unable to deny that he was utterly in love.
He was surprised when she kissed him back, when she accepted him as her mate, when she denied her family and left with him. He was surprised and confused, because she was a Princess and he was just a farm boy, nothing special within the world. Even when they reached their new clan and settled down, that was still all he was, a farm boy. A prosperous one, yes- the farm Queen Tamora gave him, between the herb gardens and the sacred farms kept by Demeter and Persephone, bordering on the northern side by the flowers Elena and Yuna grew between their duties, thrived. Thrived and produced and fed all of the plant eaters in the clan, with more than enough to put off for winter.
But even then, he was still just a farm boy, and she was on the council, an adviser to the Queen. How could she want him?
How could he be worthy of her?
So, when the long nights kept Arya by the Queen’s side, when the council stayed awake long into the night to ensure the proper decision was reached (which was quite often, much to everyone’s chagrin), he went to the ludus and trained. Trained himself how to fight, how to protect someone, how to be more than a farm boy.
And when his training was done, he went to Yuko and Howl and Sophie, the magic users of the clan, and asked them to train him as well. Because a warrior trained in magics and claws was that much stronger, that much more able to protect those they love, and so he trained and trained until the bursts of energy that left his claws were as strong as the claws themselves.
And he saved enough money to buy some armor, and, one day, when it was time for the council to break apart and come home, he was there. There to escort Arya back to their home, ready to protect her at any given moment, ready to be her knight in shining armor, even if she didn’t need it.
He was a farm boy, yes, but also a warrior, and he had made himself worthy of his love. Even if she didn’t think he needed to be, because as she laughed and lifted the visor of his helm to kiss him, she reminded him that she had fallen in love with the farm boy, and even all that time ago, he had still be worthy of her.
Because he was him, and she loved him.
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