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Lantana

(#16459917)

Level 25 Tundra

Energy: 50/50

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Measurements

Length

4.09 m

Wingspan

3.16 m

Weight

210.13 kg

Genetics

Orange
Cherub

Sand
Butterfly

Spring
Okapi

Hatchday

Sep 02, 2015
(8 years)

Breed

Adult
Tundra

Eye Type

Light
Common

Level 25 Tundra

Max Level

STR

126

AGI

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QCK

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Biography

Lantana (Tana)

Seer of Things That Were
she/her

Everything was silent... calm.

The distant stars glittered like jewels in the dark sky, perfectly round little pinpricks of light that twinkled and shimmered in a quiet display. Swaying branches reached out toward the light, leaves drifting toward the earth in gentle spirals. Floating on the cool breeze, the warm scent of spices carried the earthy memories of Harvest dinner and general good revelry; it was bitterly nostalgic. Music drifted on the air, a lively beat that was at odds with the lullaby of nature, but civilization was always striving to impose itself on things that did not concern it. And, even as far away as she was, its fingers still strove to pluck away the solemn beauty around her.

The grass was uncut. Long, amber stalks bobbed their thick heads slightly in the breeze, bowing to the passing wind. Gurgling lazily, a small stream cascaded over smooth rocks, bright fish flashing in the moonlight as they traveled to unknown destinations.

Head on her paws, Lantana flicked her tail slightly. She stretched out, the waves of grass tickling her nose. The scent of pure, clean earth drifted up to her- such a welcome change from the stench that had permeated the city. Glitter still clung to her fur, the lingering memory of her birthplace. She still glowed slightly, a soft, radiating light that spilled into her surroundings and bleed through the encroaching night.

Eyes closing, she imagined what it would be like if she didn't have to share the night with anyone, if she could lay like that for the rest of eternity. If she could be alone, surrounded only by the quietness of her breath and the steady pulse of her heart. It wasn't an entirely unwelcome thought.

The festival of Light had been an utter disaster. She'd managed to keep her head down throughout most of it, not drawing attention to herself— observing from the sidelines as always. She'd almost started to enjoy it, too. The colors, though indistinguishable to her, had been bright and cheerful, fireworks and streamers and confetti littering the evening sky.

Vendors, traveling dragons from places she had only ever dreamed of, called out, the rich, homely scent of cooking meat mingling with foreign spices. Coin enhanced paws in a happy clink. Silk hung in long rows, soft and inviting and woven into delicate patterns that mimicked the sun.

Most of the creatures there were dressed in overlapping silks; yellow and gold the dominating color. In such large numbers, the effect was dizzying. Though, heavy cloaks like the one Lantana donned were abundant as well. They were white, painted to look like the blooming dawn, and no one looked twice at her as they passed, paper bags clamped tightly in their maws, the warm aroma of carnival food clinging to them.

She stepped into the crowd.

Noise overwhelmed her, laughter and a plethora of voices rising above each other in a cacophony of gruff shouts. Dragons painted in elaborate patterns grinned at each other, eyes sparking with mischief or glee; it was impossible to tell the difference. Wide eyed children sat on their parent's backs, squealing with each dull boom and resulting shower of color and sparks.

Her chest swelled with something foreign. Pride, perhaps? Never had she felt the unity and oneness that she did at that moment. Never had she wanted to belong, to be an acolyte of light as she did in that moment. If this was what being a part of this flight entailed, she thought, then I pity anyone unfortunate to not be a part of this. The crowd shifted, parting as the path opened into a large plaza. A fountain gurgled merrily, small band played upbeat music, and packs of hatchlings barreled past in hot pursuit of each other. She skipped forward, light hearted and grinning ear to ear. Then the heavy hood she wore slipped, her dark muzzle slipping from the hidden confines of her pale cloak. She didn't notice.

A small hatchling skidded to a stop at her paws, chest heaving. Laughter clung to him for a moment, the group calling to him so they could continue their chase. He peered up at her, eyes widening in shock, mouth falling open in disgust, and the most ungodly wail replacing the laughter.

Flinching, Lantana reared back, tripping over the trailing end of her coat and landing in an undignified heap. Her pulse raced in her ears, nearly drowning out the sounds around her.

"It's gonna eat me!" The hatchling shrieked, rising to cling to the paws of a much more ferocious looking Imperial that tore through the crowd.

Stuttering a hasty apology, she didn't get too far before the Imp saw her. In a moment he had taken in the unusual markings of her coat, dingy and unnaturally colored. He lowered his head and growled, eyes livid, fire gleaming in his maw, ancient stories and superstitions tinting his voice. "They have come to steal our children," the Imp hissed, eying the growing crowd, "Just like Magnus said they would. Look!"

The crowd murmured in agreement, wings descending over their small charges. Vendors eyed their wares, taking quick tally. Angry shouts filled the growing throng as short change and unaccounted for disappearances were discovered. Their expressions changed from concern to hostility, the jovial air turning rancid.

Lantana looked at them all. To her, there was no difference in their coats. The patterns adorning her fur were, admittedly, different than the smooth, glimmering scales of those around her, but it wasn't an uncommon pattern to have. She had heard tales of the dragons of Light, pure and bright as the sun, and the miserable creatures of false light, muddled and impure and striving to steal away the purest, most sacred truth of Light. She, like every hatchling, had heard the tales time and time again.

"It's true," a vendor exclaimed, holding a wooden box open to the crowd, eyes wide, "It's all gone! Stolen!" His further complaints were drowned out by the crowd's indignant yell.

"And that... coat," another piped up, lifting her nose in disdain, "I didn't sell it."

"Nor I."

"No one would have sold it to that."

The murmuring swelled, individual voices drowned in the encroaching roar. Somewhere, a hatchling stayed to bawl, a shrill sound that rose above the tide and lingered like the dying echoes of a piercing bell.

The crowd shifted, in one, unspoken moment claws and teeth and heavy bulk striving to tear into her. Fur was ripped from her flank, claws raked along her maw. The heavy coat was ripped from her frame. Terror fuel her movements, her small size finally an advantage as she darted in between legs and under ornate booths and stalls and, finally, through the scantily guarded gates that led into the darkness of night.

Shouts and curses and unbridled rage followed her departure, and clung to her mind long after she stopped running and her pulse eased. Turning tail from the festival, her birth clan, and the jeers that still plagued upon her mind. There was no going back now. She slowly stood, shaking the last of the clinging glitter from the mangled patches of her fur, glaring at the sky.

Quote:

Trick-or-Treat 2015

"This great costume. Good job on the bird. You make great potted plant."
-Terra

"What a wonderful...! Um...zombie? Eldritch horror?"
-Bones

"It looked like a rainbow threw up all over her."
-Firro

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