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Nouveau

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Level 25 Wildclaw
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This dragon’s natural inborn element is Wind.
Female Wildclaw
This dragon is hibernating.
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Personal Style

Apparel

Pretty Buttercup Arm Bow
Pretty Buttercup Tail Bow
Pretty Buttercup Neck Bow
Butterfly's Arm Guards
Butterfly's Tail Guard
Butterfly's Leg Armor

Skin

Accent: Raphael

Scene

Measurements

Length
7.32 m
Wingspan
8.63 m
Weight
574.06 kg

Genetics

Primary Gene
Maize
Iridescent
Maize
Iridescent
Secondary Gene
Seafoam
Shimmer
Seafoam
Shimmer
Tertiary Gene
Ivory
Gembond
Ivory
Gembond

Hatchday

Hatchday
Nov 22, 2014
(9 years)

Breed

Breed
Adult
Wildclaw

Eye Type

Eye Type
Wind
Unusual
Level 25 Wildclaw
Max Level
Scratch
Shred
Zephyr Might Fragment
Zephyr Might Fragment
Zephyr Might Fragment
Ambush
STR
122
AGI
9
DEF
6
QCK
13
INT
5
VIT
12
MND
6

Lineage

Parents

Offspring

  • none

Biography

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Greenstripe Amaranth Bamboo Cluster

The seat of the Windsinger is elegant as it ever was, winding freely over the verdant steppes on the high breeze. Young dragons playfully circle each other through the clouds with delicate kites in tow, drawing their revelry in hues of green and gold across the midday sky. There are excited whispers of celebration in the air, but neither streamer nor balloon looks out of place on the airborne embankments here on the Cloudsong. The real spectacle lay far beneath the cool winds, where the common clans tread the sprawling plateau.

The tiers of the tranquil steppes are covered from edge to edge in a sea of pinwheels thousands strong. Hollowed-out bamboo shoots snaking down from the northern ascent carry the song of the wind down over the land. They aren’t difficult to see even from where you stand on the lower decks: they rise fifty meters over the lush ground, their paper fans decorated with ink and paint and glitter that melt into a colorful blur as they spin lazily in the breeze.

Today marks the date of one of the most involved celebrations in all the region, and the often-silent steppes have taken on the festive energy in spades. All along the edge of the pinwheel forest, tents of sheer fabric are drawn up into makeshift spires on long, narrow posts. Dragons of all ages and sizes slink between tents in search of delicious food and carouse on broad, shaded platforms. Sweet scents on the breeze lead the curious to stacks of spiced pastries meters tall, and whelps of all types wrestle and race under the wings of their guardians, all untroubled by the woes of the world. At the center of the festival alley, mounted upon the highest post, the standard of Clan Rook flutters on the lowland zephyrs.

A bell is struck with such force that the rope bridges sway on the edges of the Cloudsong, then again, then again. Twelve bells ring as the sun reaches its zenith in the summer sky, and the bustle of the floating structure rumbles to a halt. Two by two, decorated dragons begin plunging from the shadowed underbelly of the structure, each swathed in jade silk and singing chimes; sheer ribbons of various colors stream behind them as they dive, turning their flight into a weightless dance. They follow the path of the wind as they spiral gracefully toward the earth, precise, gentle, free.

You breathe in deeply as you watch the flight over the pinwheels; even up here, the air is thick with the smells of sweets and incense. The wind brings no ill omens today; there are no conspiracies in the brush; the powerful do not plot against each other. There are no slights made toward visitors from beyond the plateau, nor do storied traditions lie in wait for missteps to criticize. The festival is carefree and contemporary - a testament to the tenets of the Windsinger. In those tenets lay the essence at the heart of the celebration. The dragons of Clan Rook are as diverse as their display is commanding, and in that lies their strength.

—written by CYBERDEMON

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