Yatoru
(#7770317)
Level 1 Wildclaw
Familiar
Firebug
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Energy: 0/50
This dragon’s natural inborn element is Shadow.
Male Wildclaw
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Personal Style
Apparel
Skin
Scene
Measurements
Length
6.54 m
Wingspan
8.85 m
Weight
521.97 kg
Genetics
Rose
Iridescent
Iridescent
Rose
Shimmer
Shimmer
White
Underbelly
Underbelly
Hatchday
Breed
Eye Type
Level 1 Wildclaw
EXP: 0 / 245
STR
8
AGI
9
DEF
6
QCK
5
INT
5
VIT
6
MND
6
Biography
Yatoru
|| timid || gentle || kind
Be kind, for everyone you meet is fighting a harder battle
|| timid || gentle || kind
Be kind, for everyone you meet is fighting a harder battle
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Yatoru never got along with his nest mates. They were aggressive, biting and wrestling each other day and night. He couldn’t do it. He couldn’t bring a claw to his siblings or other children, even for play. His parents were concerned, of course. But there were roles in the clan and apprenticeships for those who didn’t fight. So they let it go. They let him follow around the beast tamer, watching as he gently caressed even the most aggressive of Mantled Foo. Soon the Foo would be purring at his feet like a regularly tamed cat. Yatoru absorbed him with rapture like attention. They had planned for him to enter as apprentice when he came of age. But of course that never came. The Serith came in the middle of the night. Even Shadow clans had to go to sleep. He managed to wiggle himself into a crevice in the cave. No one saw him. But he saw everything. Watched as his entire family, the beast tamer, the other children, fell to their talons. Days later, when the shock had mostly gone, he finally emerged from the cave. He didn’t know what to do, had no idea where to even begin. So he did the only thing he could. He screamed. It was this scream that brought him Nanami into his life. She came into his cave, claws out, ready to strike. But she took one look at him and her scary demeanor fell apart. She does this even now. Nanami cared for him, feeding him meat that he knew she barely had to spare. Took him to a river, dangerous in itself, let alone for two hatchlings, so he could wash the remnants of his clan’s blood off his body. At first, he was terrified of her. He was terrified of everything, really. However once she had proven that she really was trying to help, he told her everything. She listened with a sympathetic ear. Nanami too, was without a family. Without a home. “It’ll be okay,” she whispered, “we can be our own little family.” And they were. A family of two, as they made their way to the Southern Icefields. Nanami took care of them. She went out to hunt for meat, even in the harshest of environments. Yatoru tried as best he could to help them. He gained the help of creatures of the forest, who would follow them for miles of their journey. They would show them the best gathering spots, warn of beastclan territories, point out healing herbs. Of course, the Southern Icefields wasn’t perfect by any means. They were much safer in their new clan than as nomadic wanderers, however. He was too backwards. “Introverted,” Nanami would say. Yatoru didn’t like to socialize, he didn’t want anything to do with the other dragons. His sister was enough for him. Familiars, however, were a different story. They came to him as soon as they got settle. He doesn’t know why, but they did. Moths and Wolves and even Kamaitachis. Weary at first, but curious. He earned their trust. Yatoru got Nanami to bring back food and trinkets. He made shelters for them in the lair, brushed their fur, and learned their favorite treats. Soon, even the familiars blessed to the clan from deities themselves came to see him. Sprites were known to flutter around his head as he wandered into the gardens. Goblins brought him presents, gifts from their dragons or things they had found in the ground. Bears guarded the area he had created for all of them. Nanami particularly liked the bears herself, glad to see another level of protection watching over him. He was always grateful she found him at such a young age. Even if he would have survived by himself back then, he never would have made it now. He didn’t like confrontation. Yatoru could never start nor finish an argument. Dragons could scream and scream at him for hours, and he couldn’t say a word back. He could never say no either. Even things he wanted to do turned sour, because he felt trapped by his inability to deny his help. Nanami though, she protected him just as she always did. Dragons who manage to get past her watchful eye and get into their section of lair got an earful. If her wicked words weren’t enough, her sharpened claws did the trick. Several dragons had left their lair with scratches across their face or bruises on their wrist. She was his valiant protector, stepping into save the day at every turn. And in return, he did the only thing he knew how to. He loved her with all his heart. written by Tayler |
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by tallbird
by flowerfalls
by HiiragiShinoa
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