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Katya

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Level 25 Fae

Familiar

Tourmaline Vulstal

Energy: 0/50

Personal Style

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Scene

Physical Attributes

Battle Stats

Measurements

Length

1.46 m

Wingspan

1.17 m

Weight

0.96 kg

Genetics

Sky
Iridescent

Charcoal
Seraph

Maize
Crackle

Hatchday

Oct 17, 2015
(8 years)

Breed

Adult
Fae

Eye Type

Light
Common

Level 25 Fae

Max Level

STR

126

AGI

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QCK

INT

VIT

MND

Lineage

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Biography

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Katya
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"Quarry"
A Tale by Ixris:
Former Ice warlord
Former slave
Long-lost egg of Gragonith

A beautiful lady originally from WolfTrek, Katya is one of the wise mothers of the clan and very much beloved. Katya is now a fae, and looks like an angel aloft in a nighttime thunderstorm!

"Katya" wasn't her given name, but she can't remember her name, her home, or her parents at all.

When she was a hatchling, Katya was caught by a band of Raptorik hunters out on the Snowsquall Tundra. She was so small and so scared. Fear ate everything she had of that time. She only remembers how comfortable she had been there, and then how hot everything became.

The Raptorik brought her to the Ashfall Waste. Katya was so uncomfortable around so much heat, and so, evidently, were the Corven who lived there. The Talonok Beastclan fashioned metal cuffs to bind her, and called her 'Bat Thing'; they made it very clear that they wanted her to use her frost magics to alleviate the heat that plagued them.

Katya spent a long time among the Corven, learning how to speak like them and learning to hate them. She was afraid, too, because when she did something wrong - say, "accidentally" freezing one's feet to the floor - oh, she caught the worst for it! Her tiny, frail body has been beaten and marred over the years. She did her best to lock away the hatred, but she hasn't forgotten. She'll never forget.

Despite the Talonoks' best efforts to keep her weak, Katya grew to a full-sized dragon. She caught low-flying insects and scraped some out of the earth, even though she was kept in chains. And while the Talonok weren't looking, she honed her ice magic. Soon she could do more than just keep the Corven cool - she was pulling enough moisture from the air to form icy knives.

But knives would do her no good at all, provided she couldn't get free of the chains that bound her wrists and ankles. Her limbs were too big to slip through them, and she wasn't sure how she'd manage.

One day, a stroke of fortune arrived at last.

She was practicing her magic, putting as much ice as she could into the chains that held her. But it wasn't enough. No matter how cold she made the metal, she could not force it to break.

Then, one of the Corven carelessly let a hot coal roll close to her. It landed on one of the links of her chains, and it snapped with an audible crack. She knew what she needed to do.

She worked quickly, moving with what little slack her chains afforded her to the warmer parts of her confinement. She froze the chains as close to the cuffs as she could, then risked her flesh to drive the links into the fires. The popping metal meant one thing: She was free.

The Talonok who discovered her escape were the first to meet her icy knives. She hurled them with accuracy they didn't expect, picking her assailants out of the sky with well-aimed shards. And when she could pull no more from the air, Katya fashioned her knives out of the jagged bones of the fallen. She would not be caught again.

She moved quickly, though it tired her. She'd never exerted herself so much before, and she knew that she would have to flee for her life in order to escape the retribution of the Raptorik scouts above. She left the slaughter behind her. She had no time to feel anything besides panic.

Out of the encampment, Katya raced away, her large bat-like wings no match for the Raptoriks' speed and accuracy. But Katya wasn't stupid enough to have cast away the last of her ice-knives. When one attacked, she fought back, trying to keep her distance from them.

Then, one swooped in from above. Katya was struck hard with its heavier body, and she gathered what magic she had left to desperately try freezing her assailant. If she killed it, so much the better.

In its panic, the Raptorik flailed its wings, and the two of them began an erratic descent. The other hunters were left behind. As they tumbled, Katya caught a glimpse of their startled faces. But none approached to help their comrade. And together, she and the freezing Raptorik tumbled to the earth below.

Luck was what saved her.

The Talonok took the brunt of the fall. Katya's ears were ringing and her frills were aching, and all around her was a green place that smelled of sweet grass. The body of the Talonok lay beneath her, dead.

She knew the other hunters would come soon to aid their comrade or collect their kill. She hurried into the tall grasses and lay still, waiting and watching. In time, she was not disappointed. The Talonok hunters arrived, and while a few took their dead companion, others flew off in search of Katya.

She stayed near the ground for a long time after that. She caught what insects she could scrape from the earth or catch without flying, and she limped along, her gilded cuffs still clattering around her limbs.

She was exhausted when the dragons found her. She was afraid, but she was too tired to run from them. They were so big, and she was so small. Surely they meant her harm?

They spoke a tongue she didn't know - she had forgotten most language but Talonok. But through a series of drawings and signs and a few words she could scrape together, they understood one thing: She was hunted.

The dragons granted her asylum for a time, let her gain her strength and take her rest. Jokingly, they dubbed her 'Quarry' - for her markings like certain kinds of stone, and for her fate at being hunted. But she knew she couldn't stay. She was too close to Talonok territory among the wind-blown grasses, and this clan of dragons that took her in were too peaceful for her to risk them. If the Talonok wanted retribution, she was sure they wouldn't stand a chance.

So one evening, she slipped away. Her wings had grown and gloss had covered them, lightning strikes which had always traced her skin now shone brightly, and her wings grew an extra layer of darker feathers with the nourishment of her newfound freedom, and as much food as she could eat. So when she left, she was stronger, more confident, and a little more worldly. And she was dead certain that none would take her again.

~ written by ixris (26035)
all edits by later owners

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Arrival in the Oakheart Clan
by CatkinStarchild

A latecomer to one evening's fall celebrations crept in like the frost; silent, unbidden, and cold. Bard was expecting an envoy from the Sun Soul Clan, and so had thrown open the gates to the Heart Oak meadow and had some of the more festive-feeling dragons like Melusine, Pythia and Rian take charge of making the visitor feel welcome, with bunches of flowers woven into wreaths and banners fluttering in the wind. But the envoy who came was so small, so nondescript, that she was nearly overlooked. The first warning came not from their scouts, but from Anathea, who felt the chill spread down her spine and shuddered, curling herself up in a ball by the fire, keening incoherently to herself. Her ever-vigilant daughter Nathyrra dashed over, coiling around her mother comfortingly, and glared around to see what had caused her such violent distress. Finally Nathyrra followed her mother's stare; the blossoms on the doorway were curling, blackening, shrivelling as she watched; the grass perished underfoot, black and silver with frost. The alarm was sounded, and dragons rushed to and fro- but the telltale sparkle of ice spread through the gateway and curled mistlike around the feet of even the hatchlings. Just as the panic was reaching boiling point, the rising mist billowed up all of a sudden and coalesced before their eyes into the shrouded form of a tiny dragon.

Everyone was silent, except for Anathea's disconsolate sobbing, driven deep into traumatic reliving- and for the off-key plucking sounds of Bard tuning his lute.

"Well," He announced finally, after regarding the newcomer awhile; "The Oak let you in, so I can only assume you've good intentions in your heart, despite your frightful appearance. Please, introduce yourself!"

"Aye, or have your wings split from thumb to navel, intruder!" Snarled Tigress defensively, placing herself between the stricken pearl catcher and the newcomer. "We'll have no rogue magic-users here!" She half-turned to bark an order over her shoulder- "Bering, get your snow-studded rear down here and clean up this icy mess. if it's not too much trouble!"

"Fear not," A melodious voice chimed in, as with a rustle of silks, the sunlight made form that was lovely Goldanna rose from her slumber, smiling like the dawn. "I know her. Lay down your arms, clansmen- this is a former clanmate of mine, and a friend."

The shrouded fae shrugged back her hood and swept up her cape, to bow, regally, before Bard and Goldanna. "It is my honour to make your acquaintance," She acknowledged Bard with her gesture, but added a smile to Goldanna, "And grace that I might again enjoy your company, Sunshine. The Sun Soul clan sent me, that I might be of service."

"Oh, you're the envoy!" Bard laughed delightedly, "And here was I thinking they'd send someone boring! I know of you, don't, I, Qua-"

"I don't go by that name anymore." The fae replied curtly, bordering on rudeness- and so bowed again as if in amelioration- "I am renewed and refreshed in body and soul, and so have named myself Katya. Thus would I prefer to be addressed, my lord Bard. Have you need of my services?" She waved a perfect white glove broadly to encompass their surroundings, with a certain hint of disdain. "I am most experienced in magic and warfare, and would take pleasure in guiding your young ones to learn the art of battle."

Someone stirred. From the shadows, at the back of the lair, near the sanctum of eggs and nesting mothers- Gragonith had found her feet, but couldn't find her voice. She pushed her way through the throng, insistent and urgent, shocking those she pushed aside- the gentle matron's expression glowed with an intensity that broached no comment. When she reached the front, she knelt down to examine the tiny fae minutely- "You." She began, but then could not continue, but folded back her wings and stared in wonder. Tears began to leak from the old lady's eyes, and she was rendered speechless.

The fae looked up with first puzzlement, then a growing recognition in her eyes. "I do not know you, Guardian," She began hesitantly, and swallowed against a strange lump in her throat. Katya looked uncertainly to Bard, then to Goldanna as if for support- the former nodded encouragingly, the latter smiled knowingly.

"But-" Katya ventured- "There is something, about your eyes, your voice-"

"I know you, my child. Oh, how I know you."

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Hall of Fame Honours
In her old life as a warlord, she took part in many fierce battles in the name of the Icewarden.

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