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Haldor

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Level 25 Wildclaw

Familiar

Pangolin Racer

Energy: 0/50

Personal Style

Apparel

Skin

Scene

Physical Attributes

Battle Stats

Measurements

Length

4.66 m

Wingspan

6.15 m

Weight

374.48 kg

Genetics

Rust
Python

Fire
Alloy

Turquoise
Stained

Hatchday

Nov 17, 2014
(9 years)

Breed

Adult
Wildclaw

Eye Type

Wind
Common

Level 25 Wildclaw

Max Level

STR

127

AGI

DEF

QCK

INT

VIT

MND

Lineage

Parents

none

Offspring

Biography

Formerly Ganymede and Steinarr because names are hard

H A L D O R

Pain in my bum | Doesn't deserve a bio

B I O G R A P H Y

____Haldor now stands frozen in time. His name was once Avevaios and he was the fighting spirit of Vrakos. He taught all of the hatchlings to fight. He organized resistances and helped devise strategies to keep his home safe and at peace. But now he stands frozen, blessed and cursed by the Stormcatcher, to keep a vigilant eye.

____Although frozen, Haldor still serves his ultimate purpose: protecting. He stands, statuesque, at the forefront of his little home. Haldor cries with the sunrise, but he knows it is a better fate. Once, a few dozen moons ago, Avevaios battled particularly well. Almost too well. Avevaiso was injured in battle and did not realize just how bad. Voitheia, the clan's healer and the closest thing Haldor had to a sibling or friend, healed him throughout. However, she did not know just how deep his wounds went and did not heal within. It was not her fault, Voitheia thought the wounds were superficial. Little did she know that an artery had been knicked and Avevaios was slowly bleeding from within.

____It only took one night for things to go sour. Avevaios began suffering. He became very dehydrated. Standing made him dizzy. When he tried to walk, he swayed and stumbled over every step. His body began to swell. Koyane came along and did his best to help with herbs and medicine. Everyone assumed it was an infection or illness. Voitheia only treated wounds, she couldn't help at a bacterial level. But she didn't know she was wrong. Koyane didn't know he was wrong. Avevaios survived two more nights before things became worse.

____Voitheia woke up to the sound of Avevaios vomitting. He hadn't eaten the night before, so only his stomach acid was coming up. Avevaios couldn't speak about his discomfort: the acid had burned his throat and he was starting to bleed. Voitheia tried to heal his throat, but the constant vomitting kept his throat raw. Not an hour would pass without Avevaios heaving up some more acid and blood. Koyane forced Avevaios to drink, but it would never last. It would just become runny, discoloured, and even more agonizing as more putrid vomit had to be passed by Avevaios' worn down throat.

____One more night passed before Avevaios succumbed to his bleeding. The entire clan wept for him as he went into shock. His heart had given up. He had lost too much blood. Fate was on Vrakos' side, as the Stormcatcher had been watching the little Shadow clan. Or rather, watching Shadow. The Shadowbinder had been planning something dastardly against her younger brother and he was determined to find out. But that did not matter, as the Stormcatcher caught the cries in his ears. He swooped down to the little clan and looked upon their little eyes. "Why are you crying? And so louldy at that?" he asked, his voice booming with the thunder that he was renowned for. "Our protector, he is dying" spoke the little Lucy, shy and unsure. "My friend, my brother." Voitheia's words choked her as she realized that he was much more to her than she once thought.

____"This dragon, this... puny dragon, he deserves your tears? He;s really worth crying over?" The Stormcatcher seemed as though he did not deem any dragon worthy. Every dragon in Vrakos nodded. Avevaios was very important to their little clan. "Fine, if it'll get you to shut up, I'll see what I can do about it." The Stormcatcher picked up the large Wildclaw, making him seem like nothing. "Dragon, these whiny little creatures think you're worthy of living. Do you think they're worth living for?" Avevaios let out a weak nod. "Seriously? They're worth the emotional pain and trauma? Are you sure?" Avevaios stared blankly at the deity. He signed and rubbed his temple with two of his claws. "Fine. If it'll get your clan to be quiet, I can try to do something. Now, I cannot give you the gift of life, but I can give you the gift of protection. I'm not the god of death nor the god of life but I've got some magic in me. I can turn you to stone. Yeah, I know, lightning god can make stuff into rocks. It's hilarious. But the point is that you'd be... sorta alive. You'll stand at the entrance to your clan's home and protect them. So long as you're in sight, they'll be safe. Your soul will be trapped there for eternity. Is that what you want?" A tear fell from Avevaios' dry eyes. "Seriously? You're willing to stand around until time explodes? Fine. Then do you accept this fate, with your whole heart?" His maw opened and Avevaios barely mustered an audible "Yes." "Then so be it! I rename you Haldor, and you now serve me. Let your existence be proof of the great and mighty Stormcatcher!" His voice shook the ground beneath the clan's feet. The Stormcatcher set Haldor on the ground, and Haldor took a regal pose, bearing his chest, flexing his claws, and standing ready to both defend and attack those who dared to hurt his clan.

____"It is done. This dragon has decided to give up an eternity in the afterlife for an eternity of keeping you and your descendents safe, no matter how much you cry or give him headahces." All of Vrakos cheered and piled onto the frozen Haldor, hugging him and kissing him. "Thank you Stormcatcher. We are eternally grateful." The Stormcatcher did not reply but instead lifted his head to the sky and looked down. He tilted his head to the side and gave Voitheia a small smile. And with that, he took off, leaving Vrakos and Haldor behind.

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