Ichor
(#83692511)
she/her
Glacier
Shardback Slink
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Energy: 49/50
This dragon’s natural inborn element is Shadow.
Female Fae
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Personal Style
Apparel
Skin
Scene
Measurements
Length
1.66 m
Wingspan
1.53 m
Weight
2.55 kg
Genetics
Ice
Ground
Ground
Ice
Facet
Facet
Ice
Points
Points
Hatchday
Breed
Eye Type
Level 1 Fae
EXP: 0 / 245
STR
5
AGI
8
DEF
5
QCK
6
INT
8
VIT
5
MND
8
Biography
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ICHOR
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History xxAs far as anyone could tell, it was a blizzard. xxA very, very harsh one. Unrelenting winds whipped past the faces of beast and dragon alike, sending many racing into the first available shelters. The Southern Icefields were, of course, not an uncommon place to find yourself trapped in a fierce snowstorm, but this one felt especially destructive; as though called upon by the Icewarden himself out of some unbridled, uncontrollable fury. xxPrim was not having a good time, as he found himself right in the middle of that blizzard. It came out of nowhere! One moment, he was training his bright red eyes on the silhouette of a mouse peeking out of its burrow - and the next, he was nearly knocked into the sky by a blast of icy winds. The fae had to hold onto the ground for dear life, trying to shield himself using his wings. He was NOT about to take off in this weather - That would be a death sentence. xxBut being so small and light, it felt equally dangerous to try stepping forward. So he was stuck there. Well. This was less than ideal. He huddled himself to the ground, sinking into the snow beneath him, and tried waiting it out. He was a liiiiiiittle wary about being buried alive under the snow, but... he should be fine. Yeah. Sure. Totally. xxThat's when it struck him. He was not, in fact, being buried under the snow. In fact, the snow wouldn't land on him. Or the ground. The wind was real, that was for certain, but... xxOut of curiosity, he outstretched a claw. The wind buffeted it, nearly yanking him out of his spot, but he couldn't help but notice... xxThe snow phased right through him. Disappearing into a murky darkness as it touched his scales. xxOkay, well, one of two things was happening here: |
xxWith an effortful grunt and a brace for impact, Prim stood, and began to trudge forward through the snow. All while the wind tried desperately to sweep him away, howling in outrage as his indignance. He was not about to die to some fake snowstorm. Not after growing up in the Wastelands and deciding THIS place was more preferable. Nuh uh.
xxAs he fought his way towards the sound of the crying, he finally caught a glimpse of a huddled figure - hunched over and sobbing into the snow, yet seemingly unbothered by the wind that surrounded her.
xx"Hey!" Prim called, hoping his voice would just barely cut through the wind. "Are you alright? Do you need help?"
xxThe figure snapped up in surprise, revealing frills much like his, and the faint outline of a fur-lined coat. Another fae. Okay, great, that meant they were more likely to understand each other than if any other dragon had been causing this.
xx"Go away!" The figure responded, an undeniable plead to her tone. "Just leave me alone!"
xx"I don't think that'd be a good idea!" Prim shouted back, fighting to get closer as the winds picked up. "It's pretty bad out here! You should get somewhere safer!" Suddenly, he saw her. Off-white scales blending in perfectly with the swirling snow around them, rendering her nearly invisible in the storm she conjured - but was was most noticeable were her eyes.
xxDark, murky; a black void that sharply contrasted the rest of their surroundings. Goop-like tears were flowing down her face, staining her scales and cloak with inky smudges of pure shadow. Ah, okay, Prim realized, rather nonchalantly. That explains it.
xx"Actually, I don't think the storm's all that real--" Prim started, regretting that instantly as the other fae flinched back. "But-- But still! Wouldn't you rather not be out here? And maybe, uh, be somewhere -- with less wind?"
xxShe hesitated, before shaking her head with a choked sob. "I can't! I can't stop this! I ruin everything! I can't-- I just--" Around her, icicles manifested in the air, coming together from the shadows beneath them. Some turned to point threateningly at Prim, but some, noticeably... were pointed at her. "Just get out of here! Leave me alone!"
xxWith one final push forward, Prim fell face first into the snow, as he landed in what must've been the eye of the storm. In this small, peaceful spot, the shadow fae sat protectively hugging herself, while the wind raged in a circle around them. Very gracefully, Prim sat up, spitting snow out from under his mask and shaking out his frills.
xx"Hello!" He casually greeted, as though these two had just run into each other in a town square or something. "Sorry about all the yelling. Hard to talk over the storm."
xx"W--What?" The fae in front of him faltered, caught reasonably off-guard by his... carelessness? If you could call it that?
xx"I'm Prim, by the way," He extended a claw. "And you are?"
xxAbsolutely dumbfounded is what she was.
xxThe icicles she had summoned melted out of the air, as she had no real idea how to handle this situation. It was hard to tell, as her eyes were completely blotted out by the powerful shadow magic that overflowed to the point of seeping its way out, but she was studying him with complete confusion.
xx"Did-- Did you just walk through a blizzard... T-to say 'hi' and ask me my name?"
xx"Well, ideally, I'll also get you out of here," Prim flicked his tail towards the encircling winds. "But I figured we might as well know each other's names, at the very least. It's rather peaceful right here, honestly."
xx"Uhm--" She paused, and as she processed, the winds slowly... ever so slowly... started to die down. "Ichor."
xx"Ichor," Prim nodded. "Well, it is very nice to meet you, Ichor. I'm sorry it had to be while you were, um..." He gestured towards her. "...Having a hard time, I suppose?"
She visibly grimaced. "Sorry if that sounded insensitive!" Prim quickly correct himself. "Yknow, I don't get much of a chance to talk to dragons around here. Rather big and empty for long expanses. So, my manners might be a bit shoddy."
xx"You also wear a skull..." Ichor mumbled, just barely audible above the gradually fading winds. "...It's rather intimidating."
xx"Is it?" Prim absently reached up to trail one of the horns with a claw. "Hrm. I guess I hadn't considered that."
xxIchor shook her head. "R-Regardless... You shouldn't have come here. You shouldn't have come closer to me. N-now you're stuck here in m-... in the storm." Prim hummed thoughtfully, before just settling himself down.
xx"I'm alright with helping you ride it out. You seem like you've got a lot on you shoulders, anyway. If you'll have me, I'm more than willing to be an ear for you."
xx"An- An ear?"
xx"Yknow," The smaller fae shrugged. "If you've got something on your mind. Something bothering you. I'm willing to listen. It'd be better to talk about it, I'd think, than to, uh," He glanced towards the remnants of the storm. "...Than to bottle it up, maybe." He realized he was sitting quite comfortably before what must've been one of the most powerful shadow dragons in Sornieth - given how she could manifest an entire blizzard, even if the snow involved wasn't quite as real as the wind - but, really, there was no time to get nervous here. She clearly needed... somebody, anybody, even if she didn't want to admit it. He had no idea what she was going through, or what had caused such an emotional outburst, but... he was willing to listen, if she was willing to tell. Plus, he was apparently the intimidating one, despite being less than half Ichor's size.
xx"I..." Ichor stammered, doubt crossing her face. Her gaze drifted past Prim towards the storm around them, and she seemed to... process that, carefully, before she just... fell.
xxAnd the storm went silent.
xx"Okay... Thank you, Prim."
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Information Name // ICHOR -- Origin of name // "ethereal fluid that serves for blood in the veins of the gods," 1630s, from French ichor (16c.) or Modern Latin ichor, from Greek ikhōr, a word of unknown origin, possibly from a non-Indo-European language. Age // 37 -- Birthday // January 22nd Occupation // hunter gatherer for the clan's food supply and materials Role // mage apprentice Personality // anxious and shy, preferring to take up as little space as possible and holding in her emotions. ichor is a fragile soul that was used to doing everything alone until prim had found her. with him by her side, she feels like she could do anything-within reason. -- Likes // hunting, crafting, prim -- Dislikes // large crowds, public speaking, hot weather Familiar // GLACIER -- Role of familiar // has taken it upon himself to help ichor deal with her anxiety day-to-day by laying on her shoulders and providing pressure to help keep her present, licking her face when she's panicking, and getting prim if things are really bad. he loves his dragon more than anything. |
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