Cindermoon
(#29592000)
Level 1 Skydancer
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Energy: 50/50
This dragon’s natural inborn element is Shadow.
Male Skydancer
This dragon is hibernating.
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Personal Style
Apparel
Skin
Scene
Measurements
Length
4.74 m
Wingspan
5.12 m
Weight
844.4 kg
Genetics
White
Iridescent
Iridescent
Antique
Butterfly
Butterfly
Dust
Thylacine
Thylacine
Hatchday
Breed
Eye Type
Level 1 Skydancer
EXP: 0 / 245
STR
6
AGI
6
DEF
6
QCK
7
INT
7
VIT
6
MND
7
Biography
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Full name: Cindermoon Goes by: Cindermoon, Cinder Role: Physician Friend(s): All animals (much to his regret) Romantic interest(s): N/A Relative(s) in the clan: Ashes (uncle),Winternight (uncle),Vellum (cousin), Hazelmist (son)
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"No, I'm not talking to you. I'm talking to...oh, never mind." Cindermoon grew up in the Tangled Woods, a beautiful, regal, graceful, and intelligent skydancer. He studied to become a physician, memorizing herbal remedies and the anatomy of every dragon breed, and though many found his bearing and bedside manner overly proud and haughty, he felt entitled - he had worked hard for his knowledge and deserved his due. All skydancers possess at least a small degree of empathy, an attunement to the energies and emotions around them, though Cindermoon had never paid that ability much mind - he preferred the hard evidence of his other senses to wishy-washy feelings when seeing a patient or dealing with family feuds. Perhaps it was his repression of his innate abilities that caused them to mutate, perhaps he was cursed by an irate patient, or perhaps the ability had been there all along - just sleeping, but Cindermoon awoke one day hearing voices, strangely accented and pitched, coming from the ground and the walls and the sky and the trees. He thought he was going mad until he saw a bug, bird, or beast in every location he heard a voice and made a logical deduction: he could hear and understand the speech of animals. He did everything he could to ignore them, to drive the voices out, but many animals seemed able to sense his new ability and sought him out - to converse with him about mundane happenings, to ask for favors or to be treated by his medical skills, or to complain to him about other animals and ask him to mediate in their disputes. Soon they were even barging in when he was with patients, something most patients found highly unsettling and undesirable. It was made worse when he began ranting at the animals. His practice dwindled as more and more dragons found other doctors, even if they had to travel a distance to another clan. Acquaintances side-eyed him like he was mad. Cindermoon couldn't take it any longer, couldn't stand being pointed at and laughed at because he had cats crawling on his head and frogs clinging to his wings, and his finances couldn't take being patientless much longer either. Finally he hit upon an idea. He would travel to a remote location, one with extreme weather and a lack of a sizeable animal population, and start over again where no dragon knew of his weird quirk. At first his plan seemed to be working. He ended up in a barren patch of the Southern Icefield in a small settlement that mostly traded skills for supplies, for there wasn't much that grew or lived around them. That suited him just fine, and soon he had built up a new practice and found himself with a mate and hatchlings. He slowly felt his sanity returning to him - only a very few voices found their way into his head, and that, in his opinion, was most definitely an improvement. Then one of his patients offered a cat in trade for his services. Appalled, he refused, but one of his children begged to keep it, and his mate, scoffing at his feeble, unexplained protestations, accepted it in his stead. Though Cindermoon tried his best to avoid the dratted cat, the beast was clever and soon figured out that the skydancer could understand everything he was saying. Relenting, Cindermoon begged him to keep his ability a secret, even bribed the cat, but the cat thought this was just too interesting to refrain from gossiping, and soon all of the animals from the surrounding area had flooded their lair, curious to see the dragon who could understand animals. Cindermoon's mate was as annoyed as he was by this new development, as the animals quickly ate their way through all of their food stores and destroyed many of their belongings - not out of maliciousness, but because they didn't know their purpose and used them incorrectly. The couple's quarrels quickly escalated, and the end result was Cindermoon leaving the lair with little but his medical bag and his youngest son, Hazelmist, in tow. Hazel had been born without a leg and with some chronic respiratory ailments, and he knew his son wouldn't survive long without his medical supervision. To his vast annoyance, the dratted cat and several other animals tagged along as well. Thinking he might as well open a medical practice in a more populated area - surely with more dragons around there might be a few who wouldn't mind the animals - he traveled to the capital of the Sevenbranch region. Though some of the dragons, mainly mages from the nearby Sevenbranch School of Magic, weren't particularly bothered by the animals (the mages were used to weirder things), many were startled when he suddenly stopped examining them in order to snap at a sparrow on the windowsill or to have an argument with a mouse. Not long after he and his son had relocated, Sevenbranch experienced a series of severe snowstorms, the fiercest and most devastating seen in years. The regent who had taken charge of the governing of Sevenbranch after the departure of the Wizard Pentius was desperate, and she finally discovered an old spell and used it to summon a spirit known as the Snow Queen. The powerful snow spirit offered to quiet the storms in exchange for access to the libraries in the Sevenbranch School of Magic. The regent agreed, and the Snow Queen calmed the weather, but when the regent brought her bargain to the school's governing council, they were enraged at her audacity. They said the Snow Queen must have sent the storms herself so that they would be forced to call upon her aid and, in exchange, take down the wards that kept powerful spirits like her out of their school. They refused to honor their end of the deal. Angered at being cheated, the Snow Queen allowed Puer to steal away all of the hatchlings in the capital of Sevenbranch. An ice hatchling who had run away from home because he didn't want to grow up, he had been taken in by the Snow Queen and gifted with eternal youth. He dwelt in the spirit realm and longed for more playmates, so he came in the night and sang a song that only hatchlings could hear, leading them out of their beds and into the streets, then finally through a crack in a cliff face that led into the spirit realm. Only Cindermoon's son Hazelmist was spared, because he had a prosthetic limb and could not walk fast enough to keep up with the others, so the crack was closed by the time he got there. In addition to having to cope with too many animals hanging around and getting underfoot, Cindermoon now had to deal with jealous parents since he was the only father in Sevenbranch left with a hatchling. He watched his practice once again dwindle to nearly nothing. The Crystalline Gala came, though he saw no reason to celebrate, both due to not being an ice dragon and because everything in his life seemed to be conspiring against him. At least he still had his son, and though Hazelmist would never be able to walk without a prosthetic and would always suffer from shortness of breath and the occasional coughing fit, he had at least been able to use his medical knowledge to concoct a regimen of medicines and therapies to ease his son's condition. Due to his lack of patients, he was greatly surprised when a coatl and his pearlcatcher mate came into his office during the ongoing Gala seeking cold medicine. There was something naggingly familiar about the pearlcatcher, and after some tentative conversation, he learned why - Winternight was, in fact, his uncle, who had left the Tangled Woods to dwell in the Starfall Isles well before Cindermoon's birth. When Hazelmist entered the exam room to help mix the cold medicine, Cindermoon noted their shock at the sight of a hatchling, so he felt compelled to explain the city's plight. Apparently the coatl went off and did something about it, because before Winternight's cold was gone, all of the hatchlings had been returned to Sevenbranch. While Winter's mate was gallivanting about in the spirit realm, Cindermoon took the time to get to know his relative a little better and decided on a whim to confide in him about his animal problem. Winter in turn confided in him about the island's recent troubles and told him that they were currently without a physician and that both he and his skills would be most welcome, though he couldn't promise that anyone in the clan could do anything to keep the animals away from him. Cindermoon thought long and hard about it, but he decided he was unlikely to get a better opportunity, and it was equally unlikely that his foundering business in Sevenbranch would recover. When his uncle returned to the Starfall Isles, therefore, Cindermoon and his son went with him, and he once again opened up a practice, overseeing the construction of an office in Lantern Port. He was quick to take over the care of the clan's chronically ill dragons, Ember and Blain, and has been trying out various combinations of medications to see which might best alleviate their symptoms. He has also been developing different strengths of pain medication to relieve the aching in Tome's left leg. The clan's mages did their best to research spells that might help to silence the constant voices in his head, but the only spell they were able to find would have entirely removed all of his native empathic abilities, and Cindermoon decided that would be intolerable and not worth the sacrifice. Though he would never admit it to anyone, he is growing just the littlest bit fond of his animals and has become far more tender in caring for them - when nobody else is around to see. |
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