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Level 10
Skydancer Male
Feb 06, 2015 (4 years)
Stats Growth
PrimaryTeal Pinstripe
SecondaryRed Facet
TertiaryNavy Opal
Eye TypeIce Common
Energy: 25 / 50
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The Southern Icefields were most beautiful in the early morning as the sun began to rise. The rainbow of colors that painted the sky also reflected across the icy lakes, glittering brightly from dusk til dawn.

Borealis was born under the bright northern lights, on top of a patch of frozen wildflower that bloomed only twice each year. It took four days after his hatching for his eyes to open and his first sight was the ever expanding night sky, set with a full and vibrant moon.

Despite being born all on his own, Borealis never felt lonely and frightened. His life was entrusted to the flora and fauna around him and though it was not its territory, nature did its job and nurtured the tundra into adulthood.

Never having a permanent home, Borealis was a sort of nomad. He travelled place to place throughout the entire region. Spent time in the Ashfall Waste and the Sunbeam Ruins. He even spent over a year living within Dragonhome, observing those loyal to the Earthshaker. He was never bored and could never be home sick when he hadn't had one. Still, he did want to settle roots someplace. He could travel forever, sure, but he wasn't sure he wanted to. Surely somewhere out there was right for him.

At first he had thought the Viridian Labyrinth was his corner of the world. The wildlife that flourished there was unlike any other he seen. The Gladekeeper was marvelous to imagine sitting within the Behemoth. He particularly liked the flowers and plants that grew around the mighty trees there. It wasn't his place though, no matter how he wished it to be.

A fellow dragon living under the Gladekeeper's watchful eye told him of the Tangled Wood. She had been born and raised there. He could find intriguing flowers there too and the domain's mysteries may be what he was looking for.

So Borealis set off towards the Tangled Wood with a pack full of flowers from each of the other regions for the road. He would plant them there if he thought it was indeed his home, creating a bridge between the different realms.

At first he was apprehensive about this area. It was so stark different than the others he wasn't sure how to feel about it. But his concerns were qualmed when night fell upon the wood. Despite its dark outer appearance, the stars shone vividly here, dancing off of the waters and bringing nocturnal creatures to life. They sang songs to each other. Even the trees spoke quietly in the wind.

The dragons he first met called Borealis 'The Caretaker of the Grounds', but he was also known as 'The Flower Riddler' by the small hatchlings who watched with wide and starry eyes as he dug his claws into the moist soil and dug out small plots for each flora he had brought with him.

He never accepted nor declined the given title. It sometimes felt right, so he allowed himself to get used to it. Just the way he'd gotten used to the Tangled Wood in time. He'd expected some pang to happen, some lightbulb moment. It never happened. He'd simply come to relax and be part of the natural life cycle within the woods.

One morning he found a traveller on the road, selling scrolls of transformation to any who could afford them. A strange longing stirred within his heart and he purchased one- a skydancer scroll, almost the opposite of what he was but somehow it felt right.

In his new form he felt the winds of change begin to stir. Perhaps it was because of the birthplace of all skydancers that he now felt the need to roam like a wind dragon, but he packed his bags and said his farewells. He had always been content within the shadow domain, but he realized as he left that he had never been truly happy. With a sigh, he trudged onwards, hoping that maybe his next destination would feel like home.

He passed through the windswept plateau and stayed for a while, but his feet grew restless and he found himself once again being drawn towards the sunbeam ruins. It was a place he never felt he would return to and yet he found himself yearning to remain in the peace and warmth of the light domain. His garden blossomed in the fertile soil and he found that his soul felt at peace once again. For the moment, he had found home, and that was enough to make him feel happy.

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