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Pascal

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And my flesh will be as the world's canvas

Bobbles

Unlikely Alliance

Energy: 50/50

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Length

3.86 m

Wingspan

5.44 m

Weight

424.89 kg

Genetics

Splash
Poison

Rose
Toxin

Ice
Glimmer

Hatchday

Oct 28, 2016
(7 years)

Breed

Adult
Wildclaw

Eye Type

Light
Common

Level 4 Wildclaw

EXP: 381 / 4027

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P A S C A L

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Pascal had joined the Clan of Clear Water as an adult, immediately loving how the water worked with his paints. The wildclaw had been an artist in his birth clan, as were many others. They were a clan of nomads, constantly travelling to other territories and visiting other clans, not claiming any one deity as their own. Instead they worshipped them all because they knew that without each of them, they wouldn’t even have the world they had now. Once a dragon of the nomad clan grew to be a certain age they left for a year of ‘soul searching,’ a journey in which they would go looking for who they were and how they would contribute to the world. Most times the dragon would return with new ideas for art or sculpture, few would find a new clan to join. Not everyone was so willing to have a dragon join their clan who could do nothing but paint.

Only a few short weeks into his Soul Search, Pascal had come across the Sea of a Thousand Currents. Though his clan visited this area often they never stayed for long. The salty water and breeze wore away at whatever projects were being worked on, making it difficult to get anything done. He’d always been drawn to the water though, at the way it moved and flowed as if were a living being. Unlike the other members of his nomad clan, the wildclaw did not work with a canvas of rock to create art: he himself was the canvas. He mixed his own paints like everyone else had, based his paintings off of what he viewed in nature, and then transferred it to his own body. Most often it was the wings that were painted in vibrant colors, though he often painted his whole body to appear as another animal as well.

The water here provided a different texture and quality to his art when mixed the liquid with the paints. The colors were more vibrant and lasted longer on his body than any other paints he’d used. Colors in the waters were always changing as well, often so quickly he could not paint them enough. It was part of the joy of painting the ocean onto his mobile canvas. Pascal spent days alongside the seashore simply painting anything that struck his fancy, covering his body so completely in paint that the salty colors began to stain his wings and body. The wildclaw cared not, however, he simply continued to paint.

The area in which he had stopped to paint was close to a clan of dragons and some of them began to visit him every once in a while to see what he was doing. Though they found it strange that he would paint himself, they could see the skill with which he used his tools. Not only that, but when he spoke to them it was not about the simple waves or how the breeze caused the life around them to dance. It was about the blues melting into purples, reds and oranges caught up in a dance across the waves that only stopped once the sun disappeared. Pascal spoke about color as if it were magic, something that moved and thought of its own accord, something conscious. Many of the dragons from the clan began to spend more time with him, some even trying to paint masterpieces like him.

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Every other clan that he had visited when he was younger and looked down at the painting nomads, not understanding why they would waste their time with such frivolous activities when there was work to be done and families to raise. This clan was different though, and it warmed his heart to see them each working to create something to call their own. Pascal asked if it would be possible if he could join their clan and some laughed. Taking it as an insult, he’d scowled and prepared to leave. Realizing that he was beginning to leave, several dragons hurried to speak and their words stopped him in his tracks.

"We don’t mean to be rude, Pascal. We only meant that you needn’t ask. We considered you a part of the clan when you agreed to teach us to paint.”

Those words still hang in his memory today as he rests with his new clan, memories of the old nomad painters slowly fading as he made new ones. Here he could be free to do as he pleased and although he wasn’t much help in fighting or getting food for the clan, his artwork and teaching skills helped to make up for it. Pascal was also a great storyteller and told tales of when he had traveled the world. He spoke of what he had seen in other territories, of what he had witnessed in others, which clans had the best foods and which had the worst. Everyone enjoyed his company and warmth bloomed in his heart each night as he fell asleep. Home.

Created by AuguryDemon

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