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Stormwater
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Info
Level 1
Fae Male
Hatchday
Jun 07, 2016 (1 year)
Stats Growth
Length
0.83M
Wingspan
1.17M
Weight
0.98KG
Genes
PrimaryAzure Basic
SecondaryStorm Basic
TertiaryJade Basic
Energy: 47 / 50
Apparel & Skins
Lineage
Parents
Offspring
none
Familiar
Information
Stormwater

Foreign Relationships keeper of the Twilight Circle

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The only Fae of Frost and Twinkle's children, he is the Eldest of the siblings. Considerably light for his length, le hit slightly surpassing that of his mother, he was born into the circle.
Being the smallest, Stormwater was never really able to play with his siblings, as both were much taller than him, and he was too fragile. He often feels uncomfortable around bigger dragons that he doesn't know to well, and is often sounding nervous when he speaks.

Stormwater prefers going to his mother rather than his father for advice, and therefor has a close relationship with her. The reason being is because she doesn't fuss over him.
Traveling a lot to meet other dragons, he likes to recount his stories to Mania, as she is often interested about what happens beyond the circle.

Stormwater keeps track of trades that happen between his clan and others. He is often sent as a diplomat when his parents aren't around and likes to see the world.

Stormwater had never particularly liked fighting, or violence at all, which was why he had put off any sort of training for it off. Now he was suffering from it. He had been coming back from a trip from the fire region visiting some friends, and now he was swarmed by a group of Serthis.
Oh no, oh no, oh no, oh no, he thought, as the pack had started moving closer, forming a circle around him. Spears sharpened and aimed at his throat, he could only stand there, unable to move.

He wasn't even sure what they wanted from him - though it could have been just his corpse as a prize, he doubted they would make anything quick. His more optimistic thoughts were him being captured, or having to just give information; this way he would be able to live long enough to think of a way out.

As the two main Serthis were about to give out commands to the rest of them, there was a blast of energy, and a flash of gold, and the glint of steel, before a thick purple dust had enveloped the area.
"Fly up before they realize you're gone."
He didn't need to see the dragon speaking to know it was his brother Polarstrike, along with a few of the other members of his clan who were actually trained to fight, unlike him. Following his brothers instructions, he flew upwards, before feeling his brother's presence leave him. The hisses of Serthis echoed around him as he flew up, blinded by the dust he didn't even know could be generated in the tangled woods.

Managing to get his way out of the dust cloud, he waited, five minutes, then ten minutes. Eventually it cleared, as most of the Serthis lay on the ground, unmoving. Those that were still breathing seemed in no condition to fight. The four dragons who had come to his aid had flown up.

"They didn't hurt you right?"
His brother had asked him as they flew back to the clan.
"Nothing but a small mental scar, " he mumbled back. "I didn't know this area had serthis in it."
"We didn't either until Mothwing said he saw you and saw them."
"Yeah, thanks."

Personality

Very much a pacifist who doesn't like fighting. Often quiet, and very timid.

Bonds

Wip

Misc. info

Has a very weak connection to magic and can't use things like mediate or anything that uses INT damage

 
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