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Saphira
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Info
Level 25
Skydancer Female
Hatchday
Jun 08, 2016 (3 years)
Stats Growth
Length
4.24M
Wingspan
3.89M
Weight
550.84KG
Genes
PrimaryPlatinum Tiger
SecondarySapphire Peregrine
TertiaryMoon Spines
Eye TypeFire Uncommon
Energy: 50 / 50
Apparel & Skins
Skin
Lineage
Parents
none
Offspring
none
Familiar
Information
Saphira didn't know what to expect when she walked into the Deepcarve Forest. She didn't know how many dragons were already hiding within, or what their reasons were for leaving their lives behind. She just knew she had to flee; she had to get as far away as she could before they realized she was gone.

They heard her coming. It was hard to miss; the days of stealth were far behind her. When she broke through the cover the trees and underbrush provided, however, she didn't see as many dragons as she had expected. Only five were watching her approach, each a different breed, with different eyes.

She knew how she appeared to them; her wings had turned white in certain areas from stress; her right shoulder and thigh were covered in deep scars. She had a terrible limp, caused whenever her right backleg touched the ground. She walked a few more steps, halting instinctively when she saw one of the watching dragons open his mouth to speak. "Who are you?"

She flinched, taking a step back. She shut her eyes, tensing as the words echoed in her head, drowning out her surroundings and replacing them with memories that she had hoped to forget. The sights and sounds of the war she had left behind never ceased to haunt her.

When the sounds faded, she opened her eyes again. She realized her talons were tightly gripping the sword at her waist and noticed the odd looks the five dragons standing before her were giving her. Two of them were glaring at her, baring their teeth in warning; the other three simply wore expressions ranging from curious to concerned. Sighing, she relaxed her grip on the blade and let her talons fall off of the hilt. She just stood there, her head bowed slightly from weariness, while she waited for them to let her continue. At long last, they did, and she resumed her slow, uneven gait towards them.

When she dared go no further, she stopped, gazing directly into the eyes of the dragon that had spoken to her. "My name is Saphira." she said evenly. She dropped her gaze after a moment, sighing. She knew they expected an explanation of what had occurred. In the same calm and collected voice she had used before, she spoke again, fixing her gaze on something far behind them. "Some dragons bear physical scars, while others have mental ones." Her gaze returned to the dragon standing before her, and she gave a faint, tired smile. "I'm one of the unfortunate few who carry both."
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Illusion exchanged a few words with her trackers; she was too far away to hear his words. After a few moments both parties began to tense, anticipating action from the other. The voices of her trackers began to steadily rise, until something cut them off. Rather, someone.

A large black dragon landed between them. Her wings were flared, making her appear three times as large as she actually was. She looked down at her opponents, growling threateningly deep in her throat. Are you sure you wish to trifle with us, child? She hissed. It would be an action you would surely regret.
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She doesn't talk about how she received her limp, or the scars that reveal it's location. She's willing to talk about every other aspect of her time in battle, but whenever the conversation turns towards those injuries, the thoughtful look she displayed vanishes, replaced by an expression of pain and regret. She has to bow her head and walk away









You don't see these words or anything below them because everything from here on out is a complete mess of notes and random lore blurbs so I don't randomly forget where this lore is going halfway through haha
Aaanyway
  • Trio of scars on her right thigh, maybe a crosshatching of scars on her right shoulder as well perhaps she was assaulted and knocked over or something
  • Ligament tear in her knee ugh research
  • popping noise when it happened, no pain (pain receptors were severed) instead it just.....gives out on her. Yeah.
  • An injury that resulted from her time in a war probably a clash of clans war or some beastclan uprising since I am so very uncreative
  • Probably the only survivor from her....unit? Squadron? Battalion? I don't know anymore
  • medical advances aren't a thing in Sornieth, be quiet
  • Injury that gets worse over time since there's no way to fix it -> honestly it's fine, she has three other legs to use and can always use her rapier if she feels like walking around on two....er....three legs instead
  • PTSD she must be my least OP dragon wow
  • Her wings started turning white at the edges (which is a sign of old age in this clan) when she was....probably early 30s; it's just a stress related thing
  • soft spoken, has a habit of trailing off when she talks from memory triggers
  • ^^ memory triggers. just let that sink in for a moment as you imagine all of the implications of a dragon thats been through heck in a handbasket












When she left the war, she was different from when she first joined. She always appeared lost, as if her thoughts ran too wildly for her to stay aware of what happened around her. She spoke very little, and never seemed to pay attention to those around her, however if a dragon tried to quiz her about what they said to prove it she'd always respond with a detailed explanation of what they had said to her. She always avoided large crowds to the extent of her abilities, and when they were unavoidable she always had a look like that of a trapped animal. She always jumped whenever someone talked to her and tapped her claws with anxiety until she found a way to escape.

There came a time when she accidentally wandered into the sparring grounds, too lost in thought to pay attention to where her talons were taking her. A dragon shouted to her, shaking her out of her thoughts, and not wanting to appear rude, she accepted their invitation to a friendly duel. She pulled out her rapier, settling into a crouch to allow her opponent the first strike.

It started out harmless enough. They exchanged a few blows, she slowly increased the strength of her attacks, trying to decide what skill level she should use with her partner. Before long her mind got away from her and her partner turned into an enemy that had nearly killed her during the war. She threw everything she had at him then. Halfway through the duel she noticed her partner's moves had altered dramatically, throwing her out of her rhythm. She heard a faraway voice begin to call her name. She growled, ignoring it, and altered her fighting style as well.

Saphira lunged at her opponent, her rapier pointed at his neck. Saphira! A sharp voice hissed at her. She stopped dead in her tracks, realizing all at once that she wasn't on the battlefield, and that her opponent wasn't the dragon that had nearly killed her all those years ago. She staggered sideways, dropping her blade as she looked at Raven, a blade as black as her scales crossed in front of her chest to block the blow Saphira had nearly given her. Her previous opponent crouched behind Raven, peering around one her flared wings, his eyes wide in shock and terror. "I..." Saphira started, panicking slightly as the realization that she had nearly killed one of her clanmates sunk in. Raven lowered her weapon and closed her eyes for a moment, her features taking on a wearied appearance when she finally opened then again. No one here will ever cause you harm, Saphira. She said softly, her eyes unfocusing for a moment as she glanced sideways, past her. She amended herself then, saying, As long as that doesn't happen again, anyway. She glanced back towards Saphira, her gaze hardening again. I understand you didn't mean to do what you did, but you are still at fault for your actions. Learn to control your imagination better, Saphira. I won't always be here in time to protect everyone from you.

 
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