Nox
(#794272)
Level 1 Skydancer
Familiar
Black Wolf
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This dragon’s natural inborn element is Lightning.
Male Skydancer
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Personal Style
Apparel
Skin
Scene
Measurements
Length
4.66 m
Wingspan
4.16 m
Weight
809.44 kg
Genetics
White
Basic
Basic
Midnight
Shimmer
Shimmer
Obsidian
Gembond
Gembond
Hatchday
Breed
Eye Type
Level 1 Skydancer
EXP: 0 / 245
STR
4
AGI
5
DEF
4
QCK
9
INT
9
VIT
4
MND
9
Biography
He of purity-make, the essence of the old age wafts when he preens. Nox of the night, of the moon’s cast shadow and living under it. A courier of darkness, he grew up used to inattention, ceding victory to the beings of light. He would get his chance one day, he knew, with the surety of law that there would come the right time for him to land the perfect strike. For now, Nox awaits, swallows the ages until they swell in crystalline bumps along his skin, preciously dark. He waits for the roll of thunder, so he can finally shed his midnight cloak and join his brethren dragons’ symphony of light upon the sky.
Time saw to a steadiness spreading upon him, like the growing length of shadow directing a sundial. It probably had to do with the lady of the snow he courted. His gift of ruby pebbles had been thoughtless and posturing (because she was his sign— he felt it— but he struck before the atoms were charged enough), until he saw her handing them out like lit matches to dragons so slight and withered he could scarcely breathe in fear of blowing them out. That’s when the clouds cleared, and he saw better than ever the judgment of the moon on his skin, on his claws that had become black and cold and glistening. He saw the gems that dappled his skin and for once, hated it like a disease. Nox wanted to strip himself of this inherited façade, but a legacy is not an easy trap to spring— not without due process of hurt, like a fox’s sacrifice of tendon and bone. So he does. Nox sacrifices to his god-like lady until the blood that flows from his cuts becomes pure. Until his onyx compensation swells in the belly of a bony hatchling instead, the poison that fights a greater societal plague. His skin is softer now, no longer something that would hurt Khione if she were to press her flank against his, and though his lady often looks grim when she takes another pouchful of his gems, this is the happiest he’s ever been. His moment of illumination was less a strike of lightning and more a spreading glow, and it’s burned off the weight of night on his wings. There’s only the clotted blood left, and next to his lady he’s cooling and healing soft.
(written by Irrelevancy!)
Time saw to a steadiness spreading upon him, like the growing length of shadow directing a sundial. It probably had to do with the lady of the snow he courted. His gift of ruby pebbles had been thoughtless and posturing (because she was his sign— he felt it— but he struck before the atoms were charged enough), until he saw her handing them out like lit matches to dragons so slight and withered he could scarcely breathe in fear of blowing them out. That’s when the clouds cleared, and he saw better than ever the judgment of the moon on his skin, on his claws that had become black and cold and glistening. He saw the gems that dappled his skin and for once, hated it like a disease. Nox wanted to strip himself of this inherited façade, but a legacy is not an easy trap to spring— not without due process of hurt, like a fox’s sacrifice of tendon and bone. So he does. Nox sacrifices to his god-like lady until the blood that flows from his cuts becomes pure. Until his onyx compensation swells in the belly of a bony hatchling instead, the poison that fights a greater societal plague. His skin is softer now, no longer something that would hurt Khione if she were to press her flank against his, and though his lady often looks grim when she takes another pouchful of his gems, this is the happiest he’s ever been. His moment of illumination was less a strike of lightning and more a spreading glow, and it’s burned off the weight of night on his wings. There’s only the clotted blood left, and next to his lady he’s cooling and healing soft.
(written by Irrelevancy!)
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