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Keilree

(#711787)

Level 1 Skydancer

Familiar

Hippalectryon

Energy: 0 50

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Length

4.54 m

Wingspan

5.33 m

Weight

471.75 kg

Genetics

Maize
Tiger

Maize
Shimmer

Stone
Underbelly

Hatchday

Sep 19, 2013
(11 years)

Breed

Adult
Skydancer

Eye Type

Plague
Common

Level 1 Skydancer

EXP: 0 / 245

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QCK

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Biography

“Let me look into the waters, my friend — and then let me tell your fate.”

KEILREE, the Seer

Seer Keilree is perhaps the most patient dragon in the entire clan. There are rumours that she’d seen something so great, unimaginable that it had rendered her insane. Yet, if one were to listen to her turn the words of bones and stars into advice or warnings, it would be hard pressed to believe that. Keilree took over the position of the previous Seer Sencha when the ridgeback believed her time as diviner had come to an end. The two are almost inseparable, for Keilree’s skill and the beautiful medallion on her head both came from Sencha, and were unequivocally important to the skydancer’s success as an exceptional Seer. Go to her with your strange dreams or unnerving hunches. Keilree will never turn away a dragon in need. Perhaps it was her past that molded her this way — though it might remain an enigma forever, like a gem lost to the depths of a bottomless pool.

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Some dragons are born Seers, others have the gift of Seeing thrust upon them. Keilree was among the latter. Her life had been mundane, maybe even boring. She had lived in different clans, seen the different territories, dabbled in several crafts and was content with settling down somewhere. Then one night that changed. She woke covered in sweat, her mind still dazed with the last shreds of a dream that was rapidly fading. They reached endlessly towards the core of the earth itself. Darkness that swirled around her ankles and coiled around her heart, an oily snake that whispered sweet nothings into her ear. It ebbed and flowed. It writhed and pulsed. It throbbed. So many wise seers had always told her how dreams of water always, always held some deeper meaning. Keilree, too, believed this without question. Dreams were never merely the ramblings of an unconscious mind. They were how the spirits of the past and those long gone spoke to dragons like her. But that night, as the whole of Sornieth held its breath and not even a cricket dared move, the meanings of her dream retreated into the murky depths from which her troubles came. She could almost feel it. A heartbeat of some sleeping creature that lay, dormant, waiting, at the bottom — wherever that was — beyond the place where land gave way and only water lived. It was a long time before she fell asleep once more, and the sun seemed to rise too quickly. Keilree stood, almost expecting the ground beneath her feet to shift, as though she were on a platform in the middle of a raging sea. It was dry, but she swore she heard the drip of water in the distance. The faint impressions of dampness clung between her talons. Was her dream never going to let her go? The feathers down her neck all stood at the thought. Those bottomless pools of purest ink seemed to open up when she was least expecting it, swallowing grasses and shrubs whole. Every night she dreamed, and it was the same dream of the water that stretched down, down, down into places where no dragon should ever go. Every day she feared that they might one day spill over into reality, and she would not be able to catch them. Weakened by lack of sleep and stretched tight by anxiety and worry of a problem no other dragon could sympathise with, she left the lands of rot and ruin, towards the place where the sun might chase away the creeping water that lapped at the periphery of her every waking thought. The land of the Light. She had long relied on the fires that burned far away in the night sky, to read and write futures. It was perhaps only apt that she forced to rely on the light of the day, too. Still, she didn’t need any oracle bones or patterns in ash to reveal that she felt the same as the Keilree of old.

Aimlessly, she wandered from clan to clan. The wandering dreamer, they called her, and no clan felt safe to her no matter what she tried. Once, she had thought to herself how the dark tides would surely to edge towards her if she didn’t keep moving — and she realised that she needed a solution soon. Did anything she say make any sense? Did anything she think make any sense, any more? Either by luck or by the mercy of the deity that ruled over the sun, she stumbled upon this clan. At the edge of a cliff overlooking the sea (and so it seemed, like the edge of the world), she was welcomed by a council, knowledgeable dragons, and a splitting headache. Its source was a wildclaw who rambled endlessly, spinning words that had no head or tail: “A timed sunrise brings a falling frown. The unicorns of the stars will destroy the monster under the twilight, in the shadow of bloodied gold…” A seer, no doubt, she could feel his power and his talent — and she had hope. It was a tiny glimmer of hope, one that she had thought lost forever. Even though she could not bear to look at him, he gave her hope, too. If such a strange dragon with such twisted abilities could reside in this clan, perhaps she could too. Almost as soon as she had made that resolution, a shadow fell over her. The shadow from that dragon’s prophecy, she thought, fear coming to the back of her throat as she looked up. A crooked smile under a hood framed with thorns and wicked claws — “The stars have told me of your coming,” said the dragon before her, and Keilree wanted to collapse in relief as the ridgeback, oblivious to the panic, extended her claws. “Come. You look exhausted. Join me for some tea, and let me assuage your tired mind.” It was thus that Keilree began her new life as a Seer. The ridgeback was called Sencha and was a brilliant mentor, friend, and tutor, who erased the worry from her so thoroughly that she was surprised to even imagine that it existed. Keilree’s dreams remained naught but a memory on the distant horizon. The shape of the thing that lurked in the waters remained unknown, and left her in the clan, happy, safe, and content. Some dragons are born Seers, others have the gift of Seeing thrust upon them. Keilree was among the latter, and among the fewer who could stare into the lakes where unknowns and mysteries lurked, and live to tell the tale.

^{(written by}^kuill⁾

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