Morigan's dragon Traveler

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Scene

Physical Attributes

Battle Stats

Measurements

Length

5.67 m

Wingspan

6.99 m

Weight

909.93 kg

Genetics

Obsidian
Iridescent

Emerald
Shimmer

Gold
Glimmer

Hatchday

Nov 09, 2014
(9 years)

Breed

Adult
Skydancer

Eye Type

Plague
Common

Level 16 Skydancer

EXP: 54234 / 71966

STR

AGI

DEF

QCK

INT

VIT

MND

Lineage

Parents

Loki
Amora

Offspring

Biography

Traveler
Curious | Mischievous | Sarcastic | Remorseless

Scout and Keeper of the borders,
Researcher of magical texts and artifacts,
He who holds the Haven´s Heart.

Nicknames: Shadowstep, the Illusionist, Silvertongue(formely), that jewelscaled viper(by his enemies, indicating flattery and deceit)
Allegiance: Rian, Dark Haven
Theme: Let it Rock (by Kevin Rudolf - only)
Likes: Quiet for study, companionship of like-minded individuals(though he is hard pressed to admit this), having fun(often at another´s expense), flying in somewhat unfavorable conditions(used to live in Wind territory), honeybees and fruits.

Mate: Rian
Other Family: Fenrir (son), Prince (adopted brother)
Close ones(friends): Nedreth, Bella, Morwen

Quote: Are you ever going to not fall for that?

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Shards of bone, sharpened into daggers. Powerful winds, sudden gusts. They stop as quickly as they come, throwing most flyers off balance. Deep forests, dead silence. Who knows what is lurking in the underbrush? A stone like a drop of warm blood against the chest. It staves off the creeping cold, it keeps the shadows at bay. It makes a hunter out of the prey.

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Traveler is one of the most inconstant dragons of the clan. Some days, he is there. Perhaps holed up in his own cave, studying some old scroll or tome, handling the fragile thing with a sort of care - gentleness even, he rarely uses for anything else. And though he may seem intent on gaining as much knowledge from it as he can, it is possible to pry him away to join whatever interesting activity is just going on in the wider lair. Those times a smile just as brilliant as the gold of his orb rarely fades off his beak and he is willing to laugh off even comments that would perhaps make another bristle in anger. And should someone seclude themselves with their own research and forget to eat for too long only to find all their materials misplaced, or should someone complain about an infestation of petty pests they are incapable of removing and then come across them, dead and lined up as a fangar might do, they know well enough whom to go scold - though neither side can typically hold a straight face for long.

And some days, he is not there. When his eyes grow narrowed and cold and he paces the lair with a restless energy, when he retreats to healer Sylva´s domain or can be seen by dark Morwena´s side most his clanmates know to give him space. Perhaps he had been too inactive and is getting merely bored. Perhaps memories of being alone amid many have surfaced in his mind. It matters not. Most often it takes not long and he cannot be found within the lair´s confines at all. He strikes out to see to the duties he took on willingly, even gladly. Wide, open sky calls and he flies, circling the whole of the clan´s territory. Those times a thin, barely there cloud of his magic stretches around him, distorting the perception of anyone who may notice his approach. It is a rare dragon who would know anyone is even nearby, most often only those of his own kin can sense the magic being used. In such a way he patrols, seeking any sign of danger or trespassers. If he finds anything it is with a cold and calculated approach that he decides on his next step. From disappearing to report his find, or showing himself to try and learn anything he can about the strangers... to simply making sure there is nothing to report any longer. It all depends on what he sees and even more importantly, what he feels. Eyes often lie. He should know, for he can force them to. Antennae do not.

It is a quiet, sunny afternoon on the Reedcleft Ascent. And yet a certain drakaina freezes suddenly when Traveler steps out from among the hollow stems. „What are you doing here?“ The Mirror all but spits her words out as if they were venomous on her tongue. „How did you find this place?“ His grin is sharp, wild. Yet the words come out soft, as if uncaring. „Why, I merely followed you, my lady Sofia. You seemed to be deep in thought... quite careless of you, if you don´t mind me saying.“ The female bristles further, crests rising in challenge, pale green eyes glinting. „So you want a repeat of last moon, do you? You won´t hear me complaining, Silvertongue.“ She bares her teeth and makes to lunge... only he is suddenly moving, but not. Another stands in his place. There seem to be four of him now, surrounding her. Her tail lashes in irritation. „For the last time, lil drake, your cheap tricks won´t work on me!“ She closes her main pair of eyes, letting her heat vision take over as she had done on several occasions before, when they fought on their clan´s training fields. Yet... it doesn´t help this time. His heat signature is in all the places where the mirror images were before. Standing there, not even moving to attack in turn. Head turned to one side, mocking her. She growls, trying for one blindly, only to meet thin air while the images multiply again. Oh, how she hates this dragon. With a power to addle another´s senses. Low, dirty, cheap magics. She tries and tries again, but her body doesn´t seem in as good a shape as it always is. She opens her eyes, flanks heaving, short of breath. „W-what are you doing? Should... have known. Not above petty... petty revenge, are you.“ She doesn´t know if she is looking at him or not. But all the images are exactly the same. And all look at her with unholy glee now. „I would not say petty exactly. You´ve chosen your hideaway well, Sofia. Nobody knows where you are when you storm away like this, except for me, now. Nobody who would help you, anyway. You should know me better, too. If I do something, I don´t do it by halves.“ His words are chilling and for the first time, Sofia realizes he may be even worse than she´d thought. He might be serious about this. True fear grips her heart. She turns in a vain attempt to discern which one of the mirages is the real him... only to catch a glimpse of a reddish light building up off to her side. A bolt. An overcharged one. She attempts to get out of its way but his magic has already wrought too much damage. There is nothing she can do...
...and a little further between the bamboo, another Mirror fails to contain a savage grin. She turns, and leaves as quietly as she had come. There were moments when Traveler made Rian doubt her own eye for dragons and talent. But she´d been right in the end. There is something about him. Oh, there is a lot about him, indeed.

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ART BY ragnarokhound

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