Demetria
(#8109261)
Earth Ambassador; Historian, Lorekeeper
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Personal Style
Apparel
Skin
Scene
Measurements
Length
4.88 m
Wingspan
2.29 m
Weight
4702.73 kg
Genetics
Stone
Clown
Clown
Beige
Current
Current
Stone
Thylacine
Thylacine
Hatchday
Breed
Eye Type
Level 5 Snapper
EXP: 3045 / 5545
STR
7
AGI
12
DEF
12
QCK
14
INT
15
VIT
13
MND
11
Biography
. . . . .Demetria \Dĕm•ē•trē•ŭh\
[Historian, Lorekeeper]
Strong and centered, Demetria is much like the earth and rock she stands upon. In her close connection to the earth, and by extension, the Earthshaker, she has developed incredibly strong magical energies, able to tell a great many things through tremors in the ground. She has a fair amount knowledge of many different things, as opposed to a vast knowledge of one. Some of this she has learnt from conversing with earthbound beast clan and critters, which she has a natural talent for understanding. Within the clan's islanders population, she's taken on the role as historian and lorekeeper. While her work was slow for a while, the arrival of Hazel and the discovery of the Deep Warden have given her plenty to do. She also acts as official ambassador to Earth clans when need be. The female snapper incredibly patient... so much so that it can sometimes take from sunrise until noon to make any decisions, as she carefully examines all possibilities. Demetria often plays the role of mother to all, warm and loving to all whom approach her. She spoils the clan's hatchlings rotten, treating them like her own grandchildren. She helps the clan's caretakers watch over the hatchlings and nests when she has time to spare, and always has a good story to tell the young ones. Her and Walder had been together for as long as either of them can remember. The two spent their earlier years travelling about Sorienth and collecting knowledge. Both joined the Stormtide Clan together after Demetria sensed something within the earth guiding them to the lair. When not doing any of the above, Demetria was content to sit and relax next to her mate. Ripple/Current/Basic Snapper, Common -> +Clown, +Thylacine, +Rare Wind/Earth Skydancer/Snapper Hatched during Rockbreaker's Ceremony 2014 Saved Bios: Quote:
He was once a part of an elite taskforce. The group took out dangerous threats to dragonkind; Emperors and other such monstrosities. But team left him behind after he received a grievous injury.
Alone and unattended, he soon succumbed to the wrath of nature... but he would not rest long. The self-proclaimed blood mage, Chimera, came across the decaying body of the skydancer and brought it back to her home with her, quickly setting to work. With blood and bone and magic she carefully crafted. After three moons of tireless toil, the Corpsecrafter was finished. She chanted the last few words of the spell... and the once-dead skydancer took its first breath. Sitting up, it looked to the plague witch and asked her, "Who are you?" Stunned momentarily at her success, Chimera hesitated before replying with a sharp-toothed grin. "I am your creator. And you... are but my first success." Quote:
Tales, such as only when the sun is at its highest will the Noonwraith appear.
A shimmer of the light as something streaks past out of the corner of your eye, so fast you're not even sure if you saw it, save for the faintest wisp of strange, black smoke left behind that soon after dissipates into nothing. The rustling of bushes behind you, revealing eerie red eyes that glow beneath the darkness of the dense jungle canopy. You try not to close your eyes, not to look away from the unwavering stare. None have outmatched it in such a challenge yet; the briefest blink and it's gone, leaving you to wonder once more if what you saw was even real. The clattering of bones from amongst the trees, sounds of a macabre nature warning you to run, quickly, now, before its too late. There are no stories about those who didn't run, because they never returned from where they ventured. kanani Quote:
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Some dreams never die.
During the day, she sleeps, alone in her cavern. It is when the bright orb of the sun finally sets below the horizon that Nyctasha awakens. She takes in the approaching darkness with large, beady eyes, unfolding herself from her perch. In the fading shadows of dusk she scurries forth with spindly limbs. Her movements are quiet, save the occasional clacking of her skull-adorned attire and the scratching of her talons on the trees. Digging her long and sharp claws into sturdy branches she leaves deep scars and gashes in their bark. Although her wings are tattered and torn, she glides between the trees when she can climb no more. The sounds of crickets and other creatures scuttling about in the night are absent in her wake; none dare to approach her. It is with determined purpose that she darts between the shadows created by the slowly rising the crescent moon. The nightmares. She can sense them. Dozens of dragons deep in their sleep, tossing and turning and dreaming. Nyctasha grows closer, and as she nears, so too does she grow more relentless. Inflitrating the hushed lair is an easy feat with her small, dark form. Without a second thought about the guards nearby, she scuttles from tree to stone, crawling on the ceiling with ease. Closer, closer. The nightmares call to her. Although has yet to memorize the twists and turns of this lair, the pull of the darkened dreams she seeks lead the way. At last, her first meal of the night. As she soundlessly enters the lair of one dragon, she drops to the ground, creeping closer far more carefully now. Her bleak, sunken eyes take in the scene of the nightmare before her. A great flood is washing many dragons away, and the dreamer is frozen in place. The fear and grief of the dreamer before her is but a delicious scene for Nyctasha to devour. With a crooked grin, the eerie fae tugs at the nightmare with her magic, pulling it from the restless dragon's mind. The nightmare emerges, a deep purple bubble frozen in place. Oh, the terror coming from it is enough to drive Nyctasha mad with need for more. More. MORE! She hastily grabs at the ghastly bubble, opening her mouth to reveal sharp, crooked teeth. The fae swallows the nightmare whole, relishing its flavor as it goes down. Fear always tastes the best to her. A small gurgle escapes her mouth, followed by a fit of gleeful giggles that are barely stifled as the dragon before her turns on its other side. Oh, this was but the tip of the iceberg. Once again, Nyctasha had a feast laid out before her tonight. As it was less than a fortnight ago. And the fortnight before that. Her stores had slowly run out, and Nyctasha was forced to hunt yet again, but it was often the hunting of such gruesome nightmares as these that were the most rewarding. Since this clan had come to her island home, the fae had been head deep in all the nightmares she could possibly want, and waiting to take them only made them taste so much better. She exits the quarters of her first victim, darting to and fro. Each time she stops, she grabs a nightmare even better than the last. And with each nightmare she devours, she grows more and more frenzied, muttering and cackling to herself as he works. Eventually, the fae has her fill, but she is not finished yet. Those she cannot eat, she puts into her crudely-sewn satchels. Storing a nightmare for later was a trick she had learned long ago, but a handy one at that. It is near the end of her trip, but a few hours before dawn, that Nyctasha reaches the quarters of the clan leaders. These are the ones she favors the most, for the fears and duties of a ruler are often the most repressed, only showing their true face when one is asleep. She creeps up to her victim, cackling madly as she does. Already, she can see the tantalizing nightmare before her, pent up inside the guardian's head. As she reaches forward to pull it lose from its prison, Nyctasha is blinded by a startling bright light. "WhO Is ThERe?!" she screeches, squinting out in the direction the light comes from. Quote:
VoidLoop, 190
Ridgeback, Savannah, Spinner, Stained (cherperub fae) Ice/Wind Fae/2 Long had he sat in the dark depths of the Leviathan Trench. In a place where not even sunlight dare stray he watched... searched... patiently awaiting the day when his charge would finally appear before him as he foresaw. As he waited, days turned to weeks. Weeks turned to months. Months turned to years. Yet, Ethreain remained. The deep-sea creatures around him lived and died, the scape of the land twisted and pulled apart and reformed as the deities and dragons above battled for dominance. Yet Ethreain remained. He waited listlessly in the depths, unblinking, unmoving. His glimmering scales grew dull, his leathery wings became torn and ragged. Yet Ethreain remained. After centuries of waiting, TBC •waits for centuries •Lovina appears before him (his charge) •she's shocked as another guardian emerges from under sand and silt near where she's swimming •he immediately recognizes her as his charge •she can't understand him because he's speaking an ancient dialect of draconic •she's spooked and swims off, he follows the trail slowly, eventually making it back to the sunken ruins •once the abyssal dragons figure out that he's no threat, they agree he can stay •Lovina tasked with showing him around/keeping an eye on him/teaching him more modern ways Quote:
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