Vela
(#81915689)
Level 1 Imperial
Familiar
Chainlink Jeweler
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Energy: 44/50
This dragon’s natural inborn element is Light.
Female Imperial
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Personal Style
Apparel
Skin
Scene
Measurements
Length
23.94 m
Wingspan
14.7 m
Weight
6237.48 kg
Genetics
Obsidian
Starmap
Starmap
Obsidian
Constellation
Constellation
Antique
Glowtail
Glowtail
Hatchday
Breed
Eye Type
Level 1 Imperial
EXP: 0 / 245
STR
6
AGI
6
DEF
6
QCK
5
INT
8
VIT
8
MND
6
Biography
|
 VELA 
"Heed my tales, and you may yet avoid becoming part of one."
Vela is a storyteller, a keeper of myth and legends, and there are few she finds more fascinating than the tales of the Witchborn and of the Barghests. Of course, this interest did not come from nowhere, as she had a close encounter with the Barghest Skiriker that ended with her willingly being bitten. She is now Skiriker's sole packmate, and his herald, for her presence, denotes that he is not far behind. For that reason she tells the story of the wolf with no head that guards dreamers. |
An odd Imperial had come into town, her mane far too long, and with yellow eyes that looked a bit too wolf-like. But she seemed like a nice dragon all things considered, her odd appearance aside. She was a traveler, and a storyteller by trade, or so she claimed. And so the villagers implored her to tell them a tale. And in the late afternoon, the community gathered around the fountain, on the ledge of which perched their guest. Looking out over the crowd, she cleared her throat, and began to weave her tale.
"Once, not long ago, there was a village, not dissimilar to this one. It was peaceful, the residents kind, and the land beautiful. Dragons and beastclan were happy, living side by side, and it was good.
But then odd occurrences began to happen.
At first it was nothing large, a few wilting crops, a nightmare or two, an item going missing every now and again. Noone paid it any heed. And then, the villagers began to go missing. Specifically the children.
First it was one, then two, then three, and it only continued to escalate. And as it did, the nightmares got worse too. They sowed seeds of distrust between the dragons and the beastclan folk, and soon the town was in chaos as children continued to vanish at an alarming rate. Both sides accused the other of stealing their young, yet none seemed to consider the common thread between them all.
The nightmares.
In their dreams, all had seen a great wolf-like monster, its fur a dark brown like burned paper, and eyes an unnatural white. It would whisper vile lies to the dreamers, a crooked grin upon its face, and when they awoke, yet another child would be lost. The only sign this creature was more than just a figment of a sleeping mind that was cursed by fear and paranoia, were the scorch marks by the beds of the hatchling that vanished, and the orange glow that emanated from them."
By this point she had her audience enraptured, they dared not speak, nor even breath too loud. Aware of their focus on her, the dragon continued her story.
"And at the peak of this, when the paranoia, fear and rage had brewed into a storm that the small town surely could not weather, it came. A creature much like the first but with a coat of fiery red and deepest black, it had no head. Instead it had but a singular eye of gold, that glowed like the midday sun. At first it would appear in dreams, simply observing the dreamer. Until one night, it appeared in the dream of the first monster's victim. And on that night the brown beast frowned.
The two fought, and the brown beast was driven away, and for the first time, the child was not taken. This pattern continued, with the red wolf hunting its brown furred cousin, and the hatchlings stopped vanishing.
It came to the head during a great storm, none could sleep, for fear the storm would destroy their homes as the nearby river swelled and the winds screamed. For once in nearly a year the beastclan and dragons worked together, the collective need to fortify against the rising waters forcing cooperation. And as the sky cracked and boomed, a howl echoed from the center of the town. Collectively they turned, and it was then under a strike of the Stormcatcher's lightning, they saw them. Two great hounds locked in combat, one brown with scorching orange claws, and one red with claws that dripped liquid gold.
In that moment the storm almost seemed to hold its breath as the two clashed. The battle was bloody, neither having the upper hand, before the red savior reared up, and cast a baleful glare at the now cowering brown devil. But before it could land another blow, the lightning struck once more, hiding them from sight once more.
Unable to see what was happening, the villagers elected to continue their frenzied attempts at saving their homes. For hours it continued, the storm and nature fighting them, and then it broke, and morning sun chased that last of the clouds. And in this new dawn, they gathered where the monsters had been waging war against one another. There was no sign, save the hurried, scrambling paw prints that were scorched into the earth, and claw marks coated in liquid gold.
The residents soon realized, it has not been any of them that had harmed the children, but the grinning wolf in their dreams, and that the red wolf had driven it off. Relieved and grateful, a statue was built, and to this day they leave gifts for the ever watchful hound.
So heed my words, should a plague of nightmares come, pray to the eleven, to the Lightweaver, that the Watchful Hound comes and chases them away, lest your children be stolen in the night."
She gave a bow, and retired to the inn, leaving the villagers to absorb her tale. By the next morning she was gone, but her story lingered.
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