Fair
(#8359258)
Level 1 Ridgeback
Familiar
Painted Protobeast
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Energy: 50/50
This dragon’s natural inborn element is Earth.
Female Ridgeback
This dragon is hibernating.
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Personal Style
Apparel
Skin
Scene
Measurements
Length
16.23 m
Wingspan
14.26 m
Weight
6261.56 kg
Genetics
Soil
Clown
Clown
Sand
Freckle
Freckle
Sand
Gembond
Gembond
Hatchday
Breed
Eye Type
Level 1 Ridgeback
EXP: 0 / 245
STR
8
AGI
7
DEF
7
QCK
6
INT
5
VIT
7
MND
5
Biography
FAIR
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Dragon Lore
Deep within the earth, down where scuttling things rule and darkness claims all, a spirit of Justice found itself trapped. For millennia it waited, slumbering, in the dark; and finally after two thousand years it began to change into something else. Something new. Fair made the scorched soil its body and the ancient sands its wings; the spirit of Justice was altered beyond recognition. Where once an ideal dwelt now stood a Leviathan, with scales hard as stone, with teeth and claws sharp like diamonds. They could hear the rattle of monsters yet unseen, creatures dwelling deep underground and above, sounds that reached their ears from miles away, across the surface. The sound drew them upward towards air and a vague remembrance of 'light' and Fair burst from the darkness with a shower of stone, rising ominously out of the ground, its power as ancient as the land itself. Awakened, Fair begins their Watch. Their judgement is as unchangeable as the rocky mountains, and they dole out punishment and reward with ruthless efficiency. No dragon is safe from their gaze, and Fair weighs their lives as easily as breathing. Many will try to sway their heart with riches and promises, but their will is absolute -- the spirit remains in these lands, from times immemorial to the End.
--- written by IanLeStraud
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It stirs. The sun is warm on its bleached, age-cracked scales. The ridgeback drinks in the sunshine it chooses not to see with a sigh. Someone is coming to speak to it. Armor scrapes against the dirt as the creature unravels itself. They are a leviathan rearing up from the sea of grass and marble. Their ancient bones are held together by a will stronger than the stone they rent to be born. When it stretches, it seems to reach the sky — and beyond. The guardians who come over the crest of the hill into its haunt freeze. When the creature is still again, it hears them press closer together as they descend the slope. Its wings shimmering in the sun, colored glass made from the sands molded by fire and lightning, deep beneath the ground. The creature knows it must look like a vast statue to them, something formed from stone and placed in this valley for uncountable ages. Perhaps that was what it was after all. “O' Fair.” Their voices are tremulous and high with fear as they bow before it. The act amuses. It has never required a tribute from its supplicants, but it is given to them anyway. Some even come with coins or other trinkets. What would they ever do with those? “What is it you seek?” “W-we…We wish to settle a dispute.” “Then speak.” Their voice is sonorous and deep, the sound of water echoing in caves far beneath the earth. They tell the mythical beast their story. The younger one is from the mountains. Her voice trembles with awe and strange emotion as she weaves her tale. She speaks of cracked earth and parched throats, of longing and horrible hunger. Her tale is a tale of desperation, of near-death in the catacombs at the hands of something the youngling refuses to describe. And then she describes days—months— endless darkness and long tunnels, how the desperation drew her through the strangest reaches. At last she had found herself deep beneath Light territory in an even more ancient tunnel. She had found…something. The object is reluctantly placed in Fair’s claws. It is small and hums with power. And it is old. From the Second Age? They turn it over and over. Powerful and forbidden. The other guardian speaks then. His voice is soft and filled with passion. He crept from the brambles and the oil-thick darkness of his home and forced himself into the light. He tells how the light burned his eyes and scorched out everything that displeased it. He tells of that euphoric pain and the need that drove him, like the youngling. When the youngling emerged from the tunnels, victorious, he had tried to kill her in a horrible frenzy. They had stumbled here, blinded by anger. Fair hears him squirming on the grass before them, even as he tries to disguise it. It turns the charge in its claws in silence, head tilting snake-like side to side in thought. The supplicants before it shudder and recoil. When it speaks, they shrink from its shark-sharp teeth and think of leviathans. “You are a liar, Shadowling. What do you seek here?” “I didn’t, I’m not—" “You are. For your falsehoods and misdeeds, I shall have your voice.” He opens his mouth and lets out a strangled croak. The guardian shudders and stumbles away in silence. “And you.” She turns on the Earth dragon. “Go.” “My charge—" “It is yours no longer. Leave.” Fair knows what it is doing. It knows how the loss will break the youngling. But it knows, too, of the power of things such as this. Fair thinks of the birth of the Arcanist and the ruins that were left behind. It thinks of the ones who came before. The good of the many over the good of the few. When the youngling hesitates, sick and fearful, Fair roars. It sounds like the end. Birds fly screaming into the sky. The youngling is off and running before the last echo. Fair wraps themselves around the object. What would they ever do with something material? Keep it safe. It smiles their shark-sharp smile and lays down to await the End once more.
--- written by Oceanas.
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Bio Resources by Mibella • Hazeledpoppy • Osiem
Coded/Arranged by Calavera
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