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Personal Style
Apparel
Skin
Scene
Measurements
Length
30.18 m
Wingspan
24.37 m
Weight
6818.28 kg
Genetics
Platinum
Cherub
Cherub
Midnight
Blend
Blend
Goldenrod
Basic
Basic
Hatchday
Breed
Eye Type
Level 14 Imperial
EXP: 2505 / 54161
STR
72
AGI
5
DEF
5
QCK
10
INT
8
VIT
8
MND
5
Biography
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S E N T A [ the tale-weaver ]
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A tale-weaver in a tribe is one of the most vital roles one can play. While the keepers, archivists and travelers of the tribe often are the backstory to the tale-weaver, the tale-weaver itself is the final product of all of the aforementioned roles. Since her hatching, Senta had a way about her that enchanted most of the elder dragons around her. Calm, gentle and melodic, she would happily spin tales for the hatchlings that came after her, watched over by the careful Matvei and several bemused nest-mothers. Perhaps the reason is because she was hatched from a nest from the nature territories, or perhaps it is simply the way of things, but Senta soon became the one dragon everyone agreed would be the ideal tale-weaver. Senta is now entrusted with the ancient tales that the keeper records, and from them she weaves magnificent tales of the origins of their tribe. The wanderer Inya, who was once held carefully under Senta's wings as a hatchling, now brings more tales of wondrous sights from the other territories that lay beyond their oceanic home, and always makes sure to stay long enough to hear the newest tale that her tribe-sister has to tell. |
   
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She is on her belly, her paws folded neatly over one another. Before her, a handful of young- or comparatively so when put up against the elders- drakes are sprawled, Matvei of course at the heart of it all. The mute Tundra is wearing a long suffering look of exasperated affection as a small hatchling begins to hunt his tail rather than listen to her rumbling tone.
"And so our mother Rydian left, leaving our tribe in clan-mother Ukhai's claws." she continued, her gaze flicking back to her audience. "Ukhai was not much older than Rydian, but she was capable and loves our tribe as though we are her hatchlings."
She notes Ukhai herself, perched in a crevice not far away, her crimson eyes half-lidded as a small smile twists her features. She has taken well to mothership, she thinks. Rydian had chosen her replacement well, if a little recklessly. She also knows that while clan-mother Ukhai is content with her role, she does not wish to keep it forever. Someday, she will pass it back to Rydian, whenever the first mother returns.
"Many seasons have come and gone since mother Rydian has gone, but seer Haumiaroa speaks of a vision- a sensing that she may return soon." she says. "And when she returns, the tribe will change claws and our tribe-mother will take her place among us."
A couple of the drakes gasp at her words, but the others, who have heard this tale before, only nod, faint smiles crossing their features as she huffs out a small puff of steam, her tale complete. Matvei nods to her as he stands, shaking out his long coat and collecting his charges before ambling off, small squeaks and chirrups following him in a familiar pattern. The others take their time to stand and stretch, though some will remain simply to be in the company of others.
She lifts her gaze as she adjusts her wings, silently hoping to see a face that has not been present for several moons. Her heart has longed for her and her company- she would continue to ignore the murmurs that it simply wasn't proper to take a mate that she had raised, but she and Inya would have it no other way. They were one another's halves, two and one together.
A glimpse of a familiar bandana, and something within her breast settles.
Inya has returned.
"And so our mother Rydian left, leaving our tribe in clan-mother Ukhai's claws." she continued, her gaze flicking back to her audience. "Ukhai was not much older than Rydian, but she was capable and loves our tribe as though we are her hatchlings."
She notes Ukhai herself, perched in a crevice not far away, her crimson eyes half-lidded as a small smile twists her features. She has taken well to mothership, she thinks. Rydian had chosen her replacement well, if a little recklessly. She also knows that while clan-mother Ukhai is content with her role, she does not wish to keep it forever. Someday, she will pass it back to Rydian, whenever the first mother returns.
"Many seasons have come and gone since mother Rydian has gone, but seer Haumiaroa speaks of a vision- a sensing that she may return soon." she says. "And when she returns, the tribe will change claws and our tribe-mother will take her place among us."
A couple of the drakes gasp at her words, but the others, who have heard this tale before, only nod, faint smiles crossing their features as she huffs out a small puff of steam, her tale complete. Matvei nods to her as he stands, shaking out his long coat and collecting his charges before ambling off, small squeaks and chirrups following him in a familiar pattern. The others take their time to stand and stretch, though some will remain simply to be in the company of others.
She lifts her gaze as she adjusts her wings, silently hoping to see a face that has not been present for several moons. Her heart has longed for her and her company- she would continue to ignore the murmurs that it simply wasn't proper to take a mate that she had raised, but she and Inya would have it no other way. They were one another's halves, two and one together.
A glimpse of a familiar bandana, and something within her breast settles.
Inya has returned.
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