Ruriel
(#8778479)
Level 1 Skydancer
Familiar
Magic Nymph
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This dragon’s natural inborn element is Arcane.
Male Skydancer
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Personal Style
Apparel
Skin
Scene
Measurements
Length
5.7 m
Wingspan
5.37 m
Weight
842.1 kg
Genetics
Rose
Iridescent
Iridescent
Rose
Shimmer
Shimmer
Maize
Underbelly
Underbelly
Hatchday
Breed
Eye Type
Level 1 Skydancer
EXP: 0 / 245
STR
4
AGI
5
DEF
4
QCK
9
INT
9
VIT
4
MND
9
Biography
R U R I E L
/ROO-ree-ell/
♕ King of Allante'aria ♕
Ruriel found her curled at the base of a great tree in the center of the Starwood Strand, sleeping with her wings curled tight about her and her nose tucked under her tail. His antennae twitched; he lowered his head to examine the female more closely. When he nudged her, gently, her eyes fluttered open and fixed upon him—pale blue orbs, deep and glittering. She was of the Icewarden. They scented one another, antennae twittering and flitting. She was Dahlia, and she was alone. She had come on her own to Starfall Isles to pledge her allegiance to Arcane. He had nothing; he had left his Clan in his adolescence and had been a drifter since. She would accompany him, she promised, until they each found their place here. Ruriel wasn’t sure what this meant—but the determination in her eyes and the warmth of her body trotting close beside his filled him with a peace he hadn't felt in years.
♡ ♡ ♡
Ruriel and his mate, Dahlia, are the founders of Allante’aria. They traveled the Starfall Isles as a wandering pair for many years, gradually amassing a following. Those they attracted into their ranks were fellow wanderers, mostly—drifters, stargazers, dreamers. Occasionally there was the intellectual or warrior, who having struck out from their home Clan now sought the companionship and stability of a group.
Ruriel hadn’t the faintest idea as to why these dragons, some twice his age and some thrice his wisdom, chose to follow him. But Dahlia and the residents of his growing Clan saw in him a raw potential begging to be polished—a King waiting to emerge. Ruriel was earnest, selfless, levelheaded. He had an instinct that was sharp and seldom mistaken. Each of the Skydancer’s actions was for the good of his following.
As their numbers grew, Ruriel’s devotion and desires became clear to him. Having been an aimless wanderer for so many years the idea of a clear aspiration was almost nervewracking, but with Dahlia supporting him he reached out and grasped it. He sought to create a Clan under the Arcanist in which any dragon was welcome, where anyone could come and thrive and be free to follow their passions. They would be formidable in number and in diversity. They would grow to be respected for their peace and their strong will. Foes would be met first with diplomacy and only then with force. Ruriel, more than anything, wished to lead his group into greatness. Dahlia promised to remain at his side and see his dream realized.
It seemed to the others that Ruriel’s realization was well beyond due. With ardent hearts the newborn Clan set itself unto its vision, King Ruriel at the forefront. A permanent territory was decided upon the leading pair, and the Clan was at last given a name: Allante’aria.
♡ ♡ ♡
She would often murmur about hearing a call. She felt her heart drawn, she said, to somewhere far away, somewhere up beyond the clouds. Frequently Ruriel would find Dahlia’s face tilted up, pointed towards the west where the silhouette of the Arcanist’s Observatory loomed.
Dahlia’s pregnancy was celebrated ecstatically by the Clan. The expecting Queen was thrown an extravagant party which only the dragonesses of the Clan were invited to. Later, Ruriel would hear of Dahlia’s vacantness at the event; of the way she stared up into the stars and sighed gently.
She gave birth to a single egg. It was soft pink in color, with purple whorls of energy encircling it in a cloud, and it thumped vigorously from the inside—a sure sign of health. Together, Ruriel and Dahlia tended to their tiny clutch. Through the excited, nervous joy of impending parenthood, Ruriel felt himself torn. His heart ached at the wanting in Dahlia’s eyes. Even when they were curled close together around the egg, it seemed as though she was miles away. Her words, her promise to him so long ago echoed in his mind.
When the lonely egg hatched, it seemed at last that the ties binding Dahlia to Allante’aria were broken. She stayed only long enough to see the child named. In the twilit night she shed her crown and bid farewell to her mate. Ruriel had found his place. Now, it was time for Dahlia to find hers. She knew where she was going; the Arcanist had been calling to her, and she was eager to answer. Ruriel could not find the words to protest, to beg she stay with him. He could only kiss her once more, and bid her safety on her journey. Her promise to him had been fulfilled. He could ask no more of her.
In the morning Ruriel announced the news of Dahlia’s departure and the birth of his firstborn son. He appointed one of the Clan’s experienced mothers as a Guardian to help him raise the child. The future of Allante’aria would rest with Prince Julien. Without his Queen, Ruriel would not—could not rule.
♡ ♡ ♡
The Prince grew quickly. The hollow ache in Ruriel’s chest carved by his mate was cushioned with the love for the child she left him. He was proud of Julien, more than he could ever say. The young Skydancer was intelligent and keen, calm and insightful, yet filled as well with compassion and grace of his mother. On his eighteenth birthday, Julien stepped into the political sphere. Although Ruriel never officially discarded his crown, Julien began acting as ruler in his place. There was no ill gossip in the Clan. It hadn’t taken a sharp eye to see how Dahlia’s departure had left the King, after all. And Prince Julien would prove to become just as great of a leader as his father.
♡ ♡ ♡
These days, Ruriel spends much of his time on a mountain perch overlooking the Clan. He has been joined more and more frequently by Solon, the faithful Army General who had been one of the first to join his ranks so long ago. The presence of the golden Imperial fills him with a pleasant peace; it reminds him, almost, of the tranquility that Dahlia once brought him. Together the two spend evenings conversing idly, sharing stories of their pasts and of their children, reminiscing about Allante’aria’s early years.
More and more frequently Ruriel’s mind is filled with the General. Although he hadn’t noticed it—or perhaps had taken it for granted—Solon had always been at his side. The Imperial had protected him and his followers from bandits and rogues more times than Ruriel could recount. Through all of the adversities that came with building up the Clan, Solon had always remained steadfast in his loyalty to Ruriel. Even when Dahlia had grown distant, it was Solon who was there consoling Ruriel, advising him; Solon who had stayed with him the night of Dahlia’s pregnancy celebration. Somehow these thoughts make Ruriel’s chest tighten, make his head spin. The image of Solon sends a fluttering to his stomach that he hasn’t felt in years.
♡ ♡ ♡
Ruriel invited him to his chamber one evening. Solon had accepted immediately, but Ruriel, fearing his loyal General was only consenting to an order, took back his words. Instead he offered this: should Solon feel the desire to visit Ruriel that night, Ruriel would gladly have him. For the first time in his life the Imperial seemed flustered. After a moment he opened his jaws to answer, but the King had risen and was spreading his wings to take flight back to the royal quarters.
That night, with the moon shining squarely through the window of his chamber, Ruriel heard the knock at his door. He rose, feeling lightheaded and dazed with—what? Excitement, anxiety? He pushed open the great oak structure to allow Solon inside.
/ROO-ree-ell/
♕ King of Allante'aria ♕
♡ ♡ ♡
Ruriel and his mate, Dahlia, are the founders of Allante’aria. They traveled the Starfall Isles as a wandering pair for many years, gradually amassing a following. Those they attracted into their ranks were fellow wanderers, mostly—drifters, stargazers, dreamers. Occasionally there was the intellectual or warrior, who having struck out from their home Clan now sought the companionship and stability of a group.
Ruriel hadn’t the faintest idea as to why these dragons, some twice his age and some thrice his wisdom, chose to follow him. But Dahlia and the residents of his growing Clan saw in him a raw potential begging to be polished—a King waiting to emerge. Ruriel was earnest, selfless, levelheaded. He had an instinct that was sharp and seldom mistaken. Each of the Skydancer’s actions was for the good of his following.
As their numbers grew, Ruriel’s devotion and desires became clear to him. Having been an aimless wanderer for so many years the idea of a clear aspiration was almost nervewracking, but with Dahlia supporting him he reached out and grasped it. He sought to create a Clan under the Arcanist in which any dragon was welcome, where anyone could come and thrive and be free to follow their passions. They would be formidable in number and in diversity. They would grow to be respected for their peace and their strong will. Foes would be met first with diplomacy and only then with force. Ruriel, more than anything, wished to lead his group into greatness. Dahlia promised to remain at his side and see his dream realized.
It seemed to the others that Ruriel’s realization was well beyond due. With ardent hearts the newborn Clan set itself unto its vision, King Ruriel at the forefront. A permanent territory was decided upon the leading pair, and the Clan was at last given a name: Allante’aria.
♡ ♡ ♡
She would often murmur about hearing a call. She felt her heart drawn, she said, to somewhere far away, somewhere up beyond the clouds. Frequently Ruriel would find Dahlia’s face tilted up, pointed towards the west where the silhouette of the Arcanist’s Observatory loomed.
Dahlia’s pregnancy was celebrated ecstatically by the Clan. The expecting Queen was thrown an extravagant party which only the dragonesses of the Clan were invited to. Later, Ruriel would hear of Dahlia’s vacantness at the event; of the way she stared up into the stars and sighed gently.
She gave birth to a single egg. It was soft pink in color, with purple whorls of energy encircling it in a cloud, and it thumped vigorously from the inside—a sure sign of health. Together, Ruriel and Dahlia tended to their tiny clutch. Through the excited, nervous joy of impending parenthood, Ruriel felt himself torn. His heart ached at the wanting in Dahlia’s eyes. Even when they were curled close together around the egg, it seemed as though she was miles away. Her words, her promise to him so long ago echoed in his mind.
When the lonely egg hatched, it seemed at last that the ties binding Dahlia to Allante’aria were broken. She stayed only long enough to see the child named. In the twilit night she shed her crown and bid farewell to her mate. Ruriel had found his place. Now, it was time for Dahlia to find hers. She knew where she was going; the Arcanist had been calling to her, and she was eager to answer. Ruriel could not find the words to protest, to beg she stay with him. He could only kiss her once more, and bid her safety on her journey. Her promise to him had been fulfilled. He could ask no more of her.
In the morning Ruriel announced the news of Dahlia’s departure and the birth of his firstborn son. He appointed one of the Clan’s experienced mothers as a Guardian to help him raise the child. The future of Allante’aria would rest with Prince Julien. Without his Queen, Ruriel would not—could not rule.
♡ ♡ ♡
The Prince grew quickly. The hollow ache in Ruriel’s chest carved by his mate was cushioned with the love for the child she left him. He was proud of Julien, more than he could ever say. The young Skydancer was intelligent and keen, calm and insightful, yet filled as well with compassion and grace of his mother. On his eighteenth birthday, Julien stepped into the political sphere. Although Ruriel never officially discarded his crown, Julien began acting as ruler in his place. There was no ill gossip in the Clan. It hadn’t taken a sharp eye to see how Dahlia’s departure had left the King, after all. And Prince Julien would prove to become just as great of a leader as his father.
♡ ♡ ♡
These days, Ruriel spends much of his time on a mountain perch overlooking the Clan. He has been joined more and more frequently by Solon, the faithful Army General who had been one of the first to join his ranks so long ago. The presence of the golden Imperial fills him with a pleasant peace; it reminds him, almost, of the tranquility that Dahlia once brought him. Together the two spend evenings conversing idly, sharing stories of their pasts and of their children, reminiscing about Allante’aria’s early years.
More and more frequently Ruriel’s mind is filled with the General. Although he hadn’t noticed it—or perhaps had taken it for granted—Solon had always been at his side. The Imperial had protected him and his followers from bandits and rogues more times than Ruriel could recount. Through all of the adversities that came with building up the Clan, Solon had always remained steadfast in his loyalty to Ruriel. Even when Dahlia had grown distant, it was Solon who was there consoling Ruriel, advising him; Solon who had stayed with him the night of Dahlia’s pregnancy celebration. Somehow these thoughts make Ruriel’s chest tighten, make his head spin. The image of Solon sends a fluttering to his stomach that he hasn’t felt in years.
♡ ♡ ♡
Ruriel invited him to his chamber one evening. Solon had accepted immediately, but Ruriel, fearing his loyal General was only consenting to an order, took back his words. Instead he offered this: should Solon feel the desire to visit Ruriel that night, Ruriel would gladly have him. For the first time in his life the Imperial seemed flustered. After a moment he opened his jaws to answer, but the King had risen and was spreading his wings to take flight back to the royal quarters.
That night, with the moon shining squarely through the window of his chamber, Ruriel heard the knock at his door. He rose, feeling lightheaded and dazed with—what? Excitement, anxiety? He pushed open the great oak structure to allow Solon inside.
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Son Julien |
Best Friend Iofiel |
Lover Solon |
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