Zetian
(#9765576)
Level 25 Wildclaw
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Energy: 50/50
This dragon’s natural inborn element is Water.
Female Wildclaw
This dragon is hibernating.
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Personal Style
Apparel
Skin
Scene
Measurements
Length
7.43 m
Wingspan
7.08 m
Weight
728.76 kg
Genetics
Coal
Skink
Skink
Rust
Trail
Trail
Slate
Runes
Runes
Hatchday
Breed
Eye Type
Level 25 Wildclaw
Max Level
STR
111
AGI
15
DEF
5
QCK
81
INT
5
VIT
15
MND
5
Lineage
Parents
- none
Offspring
- none
Biography
empress
A Rejection In Four Parts:
Wulian: your majesty, I come bearing gifts
Empress: no. leave.
*cue attempts at wooing for 3 minutes'*
Empress: GUARDS
'edited for accuracy
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weapons??
butterfly swords - pair of short swords, single edged
great sword, dadao - double edged, two handed
willow leaf saber - curved blade, slashing, one handed
wodao - gently curved blade, single edged, two handed
jian - straight, thrusts, double edged, one handed
wulian
dancing crane(s) -
» butterfly swords
» used for close combat, stealth
» always on hand
» carved with cranes
» her first weapon
» named He and Guan, most ironically
a thousand dews - wanlu
» wodao
» only sword not forged in
» made with
» a very supple blade
» smooth strokes
breath of the peony -
» willow-leaf saber
» carved with peonies
» excellent at slashing
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"those fools who think they know me..."
Those who are not acquainted with Zetian may almost see her as humble and charismatic, a born leader.
Those who know her? They learn quickly to watch their tongues in her presence, lest her skills with a blade, which have remained unquestioned for years, become necessary again.
Born and raised as a noblewoman, she endured years of court training and discipline. Following the death of her late father, one she personally attended to, she has found little use for the former, and instead uses the latter in various martial arts.
Her temperament may seem calm, but that does not account for the roiling storm underneath her silent façade. She is stubborn, strong-willed, and absolutely does not tolerate any who question her rulings. However, this does not mean she is unfair or unkind, quite the contrary, she is always generous with payments to those in her service, and has a great deal of respect for capable individuals.
Pushed to establish a strong court face by her father, Zetian has learned to be manipulative, stealing the adoration of anyone who cares to meet her sweet gaze. As soon as they have underestimated her and let down their guards, the mask is shattered. She has a strong distaste for acting naive or foolish, but ultimately pushes away those feelings in the prospects of a strengthened empire.
Characteristic of the region she resides over, she is never without various knives and swords, each carefully forged by her best blacksmiths, and then finished by the artisans in her service. Each blade, handcrafted and carved, is made to be perfectly balanced, with deep etchings as to provide lightness and fluidity in each stroke. Finished with a mysterious compound and secret forging process both jealously guarded, the resulting blade cuts through silk, wood, and flesh with the grace of the winds.
Her use of the blades is utterly analytical. Every possible situation deems a different strategy of attack, each with a unique execution. Her twin butterfly swords, He and Guan are always on hand, whether tucked discreetly into her robes and strapped to an ankle. They offer a wide range of motion that the other larger swords cannot provide, lending themselves to be used in closed environments and when stealth is necessary.
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"Father, could I have a word with you?"
The gentle lilt of her voice and fluttering eyelashes promised words of praise and adoration towards the weary Emperor. He nodded his agreement, standing up from behind his desk to follow his daughter into a sitting room. Once they had settled, a pot of tea was handed to her, and she quickly poured out two cups.
"It has been a while Zetian, how are you faring?"
The simple words sent a rush of anger to her.
How dare he speak to me as if he cared. How dare this man ask as if I was blind to his abuse of power.
Zetian only smiled wider, before asking about his work. All through his rambling, she sat with a demure gaze and gentle smile. Behind her back, clutched tightly, was a pair of twin short swords.
"The cranes are lovely this time of year. Why, have you seen them dance? What a sight to behold. Their beauty and grace, bound to neither earth nor sky.."
"Is that so? Perhaps you ought to take your dear mother to see them. Truly dreadful that she's so ill."
By this point Zetian could not hold in her feelings much longer, but instead let out a soft laugh.
Someone will be seeing them soon, but my deepest apologies, it will not be my dear mother...
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lies on the ground
thank you...
things
head
screaming
one of these days
the crane makes her ascent
my beloved...
a fleeting glance is given, and then returned
a courier bird makes its way from the towering palace
'Would you consider accompanying me to the Autumn Festival?'
the response is short, quickly returned by the messenger
"Start preparing for the festivities. We will be having a guest."
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