Kithan
(#19228554)
Level 18 Guardian
Familiar
Venerable Shalebuck
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Energy: 0/50
This dragon’s natural inborn element is Nature.
Female Guardian
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Personal Style
Apparel
Skin
Scene
Measurements
Length
11.49 m
Wingspan
17.14 m
Weight
10756.95 kg
Genetics
Teal
Poison
Poison
Maize
Current
Current
Ivory
Basic
Basic
Hatchday
Breed
Eye Type
Level 18 Guardian
EXP: 34140 / 92435
STR
86
AGI
8
DEF
10
QCK
21
INT
10
VIT
10
MND
8
Biography
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KITHAN Clan leader |
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It was odd sometimes, being a progenitor. No mother, no father, no ancestors who’d come before. Only the gods and the traditional decree: A progenitor must start a new clan. She had looked at the sleek blue Tundra at her side—her fellow progenitor. Her mate. Their first footsteps had shaken the Viridian Labyrinth, and they’d instinctively realized that this was their home. Here they would establish and nurture a new clan. Kithan rarely spoke of those days, however. When other dragons heard her musings, they would say something like, “It’s marvelous how easily you found your true calling! The rest of us had to bounce from one job to another before settling down. Yet you became a clan founder so easily....I’m envious.” Kithan found herself clenching her teeth. True, vocations came easily to some dragons. That didn’t mean doing with the job was easy. And so although she was called the clan leader and given due respect, she preferred to leave most day-to-day matters to Daknir, who was himself a capable administrator. These days, she preferred to focus on their two children. Otto and Siadina. They’d both inherited their father’s blue hues; Otto was Daknir’s spitting image, whereas Siadina was a Guardian like her mother. Kithan watched them wrestle with each other. Otto pounced on his sister’s paw, and she laughed, shook him off, and waggled her talons at him. She was much bigger than he was now, but he was growing fast too. Soon they would be adults; Kithan wondered if she could train one of them to take up her mantle. A new leader of the clan. “They’ll be great fighters,” Daknir remarked. He leaned affectionately against her side, watching their children play. Kithan agreed, “They are headstrong and courageous. Their lessons are going well, too.” “Perhaps it’s time they began combat training,” Daknir said, and though Kithan didn’t want to agree, she had to. The Viridian Labyrinth could be a dangerous place; if their new clan was to endure, the dragons had to be capable of defending themselves. It would also serve Otto and Siadina well if they became familiar with the lands outside their clan’s territory. ~ ~ ~ That memory would return often to Kithan in the coming years. Again and again, as a nightmare rending the solace of sleep, or an unfortunate daydream whenever she strode through a sun-dappled grove. Otto and Siadina had taken well to combat training. They quickly befriended their fellow trainees, and they admired Marcius, a great fighter—somewhat overconfident and brash, but still capable. He often trained with the younger dragons and was eager to test their skills. He had taught them well, and he was confident they could handle the challenges of the Training Fields. They split into two parties. It was unclear which group Otto and Siadina had belonged to. Not that it mattered, because both parties never returned. Marcius came back alone. Wild-eyed, disheveled and wounded, babbling of a night-black phantom that had attacked with terrifying viciousness. Night had arrived by then and, blinded by fear as much as by the darkness, the young trainees had fallen. Marcius, unable to save them, had been forced to flee for his life. It was a terrible blow to the clan. When the news came, Kithan collapsed, her legs buckling beneath her and her great head thudding against the soil. She wanted to do nothing but lie there. To close her eyes and pray that, if only she hoped hard enough, she would open them again and see her children still wrestling together under the dappled shade.... The next few weeks were a blur. Daylight passed in a haze; nights were patchworks of moonlit shadows crossing the ground and impossible dreams that her children were still alive and safe, playing merrily in front of her. “I brought you something.” It was her friend, Tramonto. The Skydancer’s own eyes had dimmed; his face was lined with grief and exhaustion. He offered Kithan a plate of fish, and numbly, she ate. “I failed them, Tramonto,” she groaned. “My children, I shouldn’t have sent them away. Now they’re gone....” She trembled with grief. “I was a bad mother. I should leave....This clan doesn’t need a failure like me.” “Now you stop that!” Tramonto shouted, and Kithan did stop. She was surprised; Tramonto never raised his voice. The Skydancer’s orb glowed. Belatedly Kithan recalled that Skydancers could sense others’ feelings. And so she listened as Tramonto said, “Kithan, please, we’ve lost so many young ones....This clan does need you. We can’t lose you too.” “But Daknir won’t...Our children...” “Daknir is right here!” And now Kithan realized that he was sprawled asleep under a nearby arbor. Tramonto explained, “He’s been with you for days. He’s hardly left you; he’s been bringing you food and drink. Don’t you remember? We need you, Kithan. This clan...We can’t lose our mother too.” He shook with the passion of his own words. And now Kithan looked, really looked, at the dragons of her clan. Tramonto was right. They had lost so many young ones—and so there were other parents, other families, who grieved just as Kithan did. She had already failed her children. She couldn’t fail these dragons as well. She rose to her feet. Her legs trembled, but she stood. The motion attracted others’ attention, and they turned towards her, their faces alight with hopeful expectation. They couldn’t bring back the dead. But they could keep on living, and Kithan would guide them onward. She composed herself, her wings arched and head held high, and went out to speak with her clan. ~ written by Disillusionist (254672) |
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