Yaotl
(#75952262)
Level 1 Imperial
Familiar
Kyorinrin
Click or tap to view this dragon in Predict Morphology.
Energy: 0/50
This dragon’s natural inborn element is Light.
Male Imperial
Expand the dragon details section.
Collapse the dragon details section.
Personal Style
Apparel
Skin
Scene
Measurements
Length
19.52 m
Wingspan
19.72 m
Weight
6822.28 kg
Genetics
Oilslick
Iridescent
Iridescent
Oilslick
Shimmer
Shimmer
Coral
Stained
Stained
Hatchday
Breed
Eye Type
Level 1 Imperial
EXP: 0 / 245
STR
6
AGI
6
DEF
6
QCK
5
INT
8
VIT
8
MND
6
Biography
──────────✽──────────
Deep within the Plaguelands, he lifts his face to the misty morning sky, taking a deep breath of the poison-tinged air that speaks of incoming afternoon acid showers. It's familiar, that scent, reminding him not only of the nest where he once lay curled with his siblings but the perilous joy of existence in this place - a gift never to be taken for granted or treated lightly. But the familiarity of it galls, too. He sighs, dissatisfied and yet unable to articulate even to himself precisely what unsettles his soul. Is it the curl of his father's dark heritage within him, the cthonic power that seethes restlessly and unceasingly, seeking an outlet? Or perhaps the wispy threads of his mother's shadows, twined through him like stars through the night sky? He shifts from foot to foot, eying the horizon as the sun begins to rise, turning his head from one cardinal direction to the other. Perhaps it is what lies deeper within his blood that seeks new horizons; the unknowable improbable chaos of one half of his bloodline juxtaposed with the deep, implacable, dark will of the other, neither achieving supremacy. But the battle rages still and this place of perilous refuge feels too small for what he holds within him. No, that isn't quite it, he thinks, lifting a clawed hand up and turning it to catch the newborn rays of sunlight against his scaled palm; filtered rosy and thin through the gathering acidic mists. The weak shine highlights against his hide, picking out the hint of lightness within him that none of his siblings seem to share. The light which sets him apart, subtly yet definitively, a new and different being in his own right and restless with it now. Closing his claws around that sliver of light he nods once, lifting his face toward the east, toward the slowly rising sun as it bathes the scarred rock around him. The truth of that warm light sinks down into his bones, into his blood, highlighting the twisting restlessness within. Between one moment and the next, everything within him aligns to one direction, a single impulse of movement away from that which is known and familiar; a drive to go find what waits out there for him. A chance to seek his own power, his own life, apart from the place which has created him, a space he makes for himself. Yes. This is the answer he seeks. The shadows held deep within blood and bone will always anchor a part of him here, his roots bound deep within the twisted darkness of this place. But the rest of his soul turns outward, eager now to discover and balance the parts of himself he does not yet know. East, then. Toward the sunrise, toward a place that calls his soul home. He lifts his wings and launches up off the pinnacle of rock, following the light.
──────────✽──────────
Ariadne runs her slightly coarse fingers over the hatchling's head. Thank the gods, she thinks. Finally the rowdy three are sleeping. “I know you said I should get to name the hatchlings like everyone else-“ She looks up to Dima. He’s holding on to the sole girl of the three, seated in the circular window overlooking the Necropolis. “-But I think you should break tradition. Think of a name.” Dima turns his head, a slight flush coloring his face. “And what spurred the thought?” He swallows. “I mean-I mean, I’m giving you the opportunity because I’m, you know, I’m important.” A pause. “Yes. That’s what I meant.” Ariadne chuckles. “Sure you did. But I’m just saying these kids are as much yours as they are mine. Stop being so secretly insecure about your status.” She rises, holding on to the two boys who sling like limp noodles on her arms. She settles down next to Dima. “If you were just a normal person, then what would you name them? What does your heart say?” “That sounds so… Cheesy,” Dima says, his face scrunching up. He levels his dark eyes on the three children. His children. There’s so many of them out there he could only hope were having good lives. “Well, I think the first of the nest… He was so rowdy so I was thinking of Yaotl for him.” Ariadne settles Yaotl down on the bench. She pinches his nose lightly and he squeaks. “A suitable name. And the other two?” Ariadne asks. “Well, our sole girl seems like she knows what she wants. Pretty too.” “Are you just complimenting yourself?” Dima blushes deeper. “No comment. I was thinking of Xochitl for her. She reminds me of the flowers in spring.” He brushes his hand past the cheek of the last. A little strand stubbornly sticks from his mane. “Zolin. Soft, round… Like a quail.” “Well, okay, you ran out of ideas there,” Ariadne says, a laugh escaping her. “Well, I like it. I hope it will instill a good temper in him with a name like that.” “I can only hope. I want them to know they’re loved,” Dima says softly. He kisses Xochitl’s head, then leans in to do the same for Yaotl and Zolin. “Maybe I should deliver them personally to their new homes, once they’re ready.” “They could live here too,” Ariadne whispers. “I know. But I still think seeing the World is important. It’s too beautiful to keep them down here, don’t you think?” Dima grins with the brightness of the sun. One can see Ariadne might as well melt a little at the sentiment. “They can stay in Vault and make up their own minds. If they decide to leave, they may do so. As long as they live under the sun and stars.” “I assume you felt it was your turn to be cheesy?” Ariadne says fondly. “That it was,” Dima responds, his grin brightening. “Now, let’s get them acquainted with the real sun, won’t we?”
──✽──
For as rowdy as Yaotl was when he just crawled out of his egg, he seems to be growing into an adult with a far more moderate temper. He possesses a strong marching gait and booming voice that can silence any room, but hardly uses it, preferring to instead move quietly until he needs to be noticed. His combat prowess is something he prefers to not throw about all the same. For the blood flowing through him and the great magic potential, he veers on seeming allergic to praise, always turning it down no matter how big the feat. In that aspect, him and Zolin get along. He doesn't habitually stick to the background like his brother, but he hardly prefers being the center of a room the way Xochitl likes to be. He's the balancer of his siblings, the one to protect them with steel and blinding radiance in a pinch. His father's blood made sure to grant him the shade-destroying powers to do so. -Lore written by Mir
──✽──
4th Generation Naomi/4th Generation Ignis Naomi > Willow > Dismas > Me Ignis > Marduk > Dismas > Me |
code by archaic #19153
Sun's brightest
golden silk scarf
chancellor rings (?)
Click or tap a food type to individually feed this dragon only. The other dragons in your lair will not have their energy replenished.
Feed this dragon Insects.
Meat stocks are currently depleted.
Feed this dragon Seafood.
Feed this dragon Plants.
You can share this dragon on the forums by either copying the browser URL manually, or using bbcode!
Exalting Yaotl to the service of the Lightweaver will remove them from your lair forever. They will leave behind a small sum of riches that they have accumulated. This action is irreversible.
Do you wish to continue?
- Names must be longer than 2 characters.
- Names must be no longer than 16 characters.
- Names can only contain letters.
- Names must be no longer than 16 characters.
- Names can only contain letters.