Crystalwing
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Level 1 Nocturne
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Personal Style
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Measurements
Length
5.3 m
Wingspan
6.61 m
Weight
683.15 kg
Genetics
Platinum
Iridescent
Iridescent
Maize
Shimmer
Shimmer
Maize
Gembond
Gembond
Hatchday
Breed
Eye Type
Level 1 Nocturne
EXP: 0 / 245
STR
7
AGI
6
DEF
7
QCK
6
INT
6
VIT
6
MND
7
Biography
Crystalwing
Alchemist, Part of Project Nebulus |
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B I O G R A P H Y
But dragons have their small fellows, too, such as the Faes and Nocturnes. Crystalwing was a Nocturne born to a clan in the Reedcleft Ascent. As a hatchling, he played all sorts of games with his friends, some of which were not so safe.... Many Wind hatchlings tested their wings by climbing as high as they could. They would then fly, maneuvering among the many kites of the Windswept Plateau. This was forbidden by older and wiser dragons, many of whom had narrowly escaped the twisting currents in the air. They chanted over and over to their children: "Always beware when you take to the air." But the children didn't care, and they mimicked the chant, laughing snidely. Crystalwing joined in with a snort. He tended to get teased because of his name, a reference to his shimmery wings. A lot of the hatchlings jokingly asked if they were really made of crystal; and if so, why didn't they break? Crystalwing was a spirited little dragon and always had a comeback. Soon he and his friends were hatching a crazy scheme.... "Kite race!" they crowed. They pointed to where kites fluttered in the breeze, seeming to stand still in the lambent air. Crystalwing accepted the challenge. He and his friends climbed to a higher tier of the Reedcleft Ascent. They looked to the west, and they chose a huge, orb-shaped kite as their goal. And off they went! Crystalwing reached the first wave of kites. He avoided their strings and their tails, flitting past like a fish; he raised his head to check the goal. There! It was there-- That was when the wind hit. Always beware when you take to the air.... They didn't seem it coming. But of course -- it was nothing but air. They heard the sudden thrum of the kite strings, and then there were twangs as a few of them snapped. A hatchling cried out in terror. Crystalwing jerked around in surprise. The kite next to him snapped its string, and then he crashed into it. Suddenly he was caught inside the kite's frame, and he couldn't spread his wings. He screamed. One wing worked free, and he flapped it frantically. More paper tore loose from the kite. He could see now, but the world was spinning, spinning, and there were only blurs of sky and ground and sky and ground and-- He crashed through branches and leaves. Into the green darkness of the Reedcleft Ascent he fell, with the pain and force of a lightning bolt. His memories of that terrible time are blurred. But he does remember some moments. He remembers he was thirsty, and it started to rain. He dragged himself deep into the brush, where he hid, mewling pitifully. He drank the rainwater that fell onto his head, and he didn't sleep so much as fall into unconsciousness. His wing was... For most of the night, he was alone. But miraculously, it wasn't all bad.... Something heard Crystalwing's mewling. It blinked its soft yellow eyes and followed that plaintive noise. It came across the battered young Nocturne. He lay in the dirt and, even in unconsciousness, he continued to cry out in pain. And that was when Crystalwing became aware that he wasn't alone anymore. His mind struggled back into wakefulness. He was very cold except for a soft, warm patch against his side. A cat...A little striped tabby, not much bigger than his forepaw. It had curled up next to him, its eyes closed in contentment, and was purring mightily. Crystalwing peeped back, and when he fell unconscious again, this time, he was silent. A search party found him a few hours later. They gently tended to his grievous wounds before bearing him away. Crystalwing woke long enough to look around, but the cat had gone. |
B I O G R A P H Y
Almost, but not quite. Crystalwing's clan enlisted the aid of the medical engineers of the Shifting Expanse, who forged a pair of prosthetic wings for him. As Crystalwing was not full-grown, the prosthesis would need frequent replacements, plus regular maintenance and therapy. It was an incredibly expensive undertaking, and the clan's attitude towards Crystalwing soured. He was berated repeatedly, told that he had been a fool, and that if he got into another mishap and broke more limbs, then they should just stay broken, and it would serve him right. Crystalwing flinched away from these harsh words, and he did his best not to take them to heart. "They’re right," he told himself. "I was stupid...." Crystalwing was exempted from physical labor, but he threw himself into his studies with a will. He learned, he excelled, and he discovered in himself a keen interest in alchemy. It wasn't long before he could craft things for his clanmates to wear or eat. He learned about the lands beyond the Windswept Plateau, the creatures that dwelled there....And he started studying medicine. He learned to treat himself, and though he didn't become skilled enough to fix his wings, he eliminated most of the costs used to care for him. Still, it wasn't enough. His clanmates had only grudging praise for him. The compliments were few and far between and didn't seem sincere at all. Crystalwing by now understood that his clan still thought of him as a burden. He would have to leave sooner rather than later. He considered going to the Shifting Expanse so that he could receive better medical care....But he didn't like that dry and crackling desert, and furthermore: "I'm not an invalid," he thought to himself. His clan thought of him as one, and so they resented him. They thought him incapable of being useful. The Nocturne clenched his jaw. "I'm not going to the Shifting Expanse just because I need someone to take care of me. I'll make my own way. I'll find...my own home." He swallowed hard. By now he'd accepted it: He could no longer call this place home. After the accident, there had been no friendship, no warmth... "No." That wasn't entirely true. There had been a small spot of warmth...It had heard him crying, and though he'd been a lot bigger and stronger, that small, loving creature had come up to him and comforted him. Perhaps it had been traveling, as cats usually did, but it had still taken the time to look after him, if but for a short time. Crystalwing chuckled to himself. He shook his head, but he was smiling. He had his medical and alchemical skills to rely on. And so, once he was grown, Crystalwing left his clan. It was slow going, though -- because of his past injuries, Crystalwing found himself getting tired rather quickly. Soon he was traveling mostly on foot. But he didn't mind. He had more opportunities to talk with other dragons, and they were happy to talk with a traveler like him. He offered his services and was always paid in treasure or in kind. He doesn't remember what started it....But the gist of it was this: A dragon's familiar was acting up, and they asked him if he could help, somehow. And he discovered that he could. Crystalwing continued his travels, and he built a reputation as a patient young alchemist who also had the makings of a healer. He was warmly welcomed wherever he went....But he never found a place he could settle in. Somehow, it just didn't seem to work that way. One day, he spoke to an engineer who was doing maintenance on his wings. "Where d'you come from?" the engineer asked. Crystalwing tersely answered that he'd been born in the Reedcleft Ascent. He'd left it after the accident that had broken his wings and had been traveling continuously since then. The engineer nodded as he finished tuning up Crystalwing's prosthesis. "Don't mind me saying this," he began seriously, "but the wanderer's life ain't for someone of your condition. I mean no disrespect, young one -- but with your wings all bent like this, you can't keep this pace up. You gotta settle down." The words stung Crystalwing more than he cared to admit. It hurt to realize that even after everything he'd done, he still hadn't found a home. The engineer saw the pain in his eyes, and he gently patted the Nocturne's arm. "You might wanna try making your way to the Starfall Isles next. They're always on the lookout for new talent. A brilliant young fellow like you’d fit right in." His words were kind -- but they were also an indication that he had to leave. Crystalwing nodded, and the next day he packed up and left. He mostly had the roads to himself. As he walked, he considered his skills and work experience, and he decided that if he couldn't find a home, he would make one. He could open an alchemy shop, or he could be a nurse...or a veterinarian....He was good at geography and navigation. He had learned to take care of himself and even of the smaller creatures around him. He liked to think that, like the cat that had helped him not long ago, he had brought some warmth and joy into other beings' lives. If only for a little while...enough to inspire them to do the same thing for others. As he approached the coast, the sky darkened. Rain was coming. He beat his wings and took to the air, and it didn't hurt as much as it had before. He made good time. By the time he reached the Starfall Isles, it was drizzling. He found the marketplace and settled down beneath a tarp after buying a mug of hot soup. He looked around, watched dragons and beasts bustle past. Most of them looked miserable, but a few hatchlings danced in the rain. And somehow, he wasn't surprised when a soft spot of warmth pressed against his side. He heard a quiet thrumming. "Oh...Hello," Crystalwing said. He looked down at the gray cat that was now balled up next to his leg, purring contentedly. It looked past his mug of soup and blinked at him with bright yellow eyes. Crystalwing smiled back. "You've been traveling, too, haven't you?" Crystalwing has found his place in the Starfall Isles. His clan believes that everyone, no matter how big or small, has something to share, and he embraces this belief wholeheartedly. He knows, better than many other dragons, that it's a deep and ancient truth. He sometimes gets hired for alchemical and medical jobs. His faithful cat tags along, riding atop one of his wings. Crystalwing has grown strong and doesn't need as much medical treatment as he once did. He shows his cat to his patients, especially scared hatchlings, and the cat lets itself be cuddled and hugged. Crystalwing always smiles when he sees this. It's a small cat, but it banishes bigger dragons' fears so easily. Just by being patient. Just by being there. "It's a small thing," he thinks to himself, "but that doesn't mean it's useless. In fact, sometimes it's even more powerful than we believe...." ~written by @Disillusionist:) |
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