Tempest

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Heir to the Throne of Dust
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Energy: 50/50
This dragon’s natural inborn element is Light.
Male Pearlcatcher
This dragon is hibernating.
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Personal Style

Apparel

Warrior Spirit
Katana
Umbral Wreath
Teardrop Ruby Earrings
Obsidian Roundhorn
Ebony Filigree Banner
Viper's Tail Guard
Onyx Seraph Armpiece
Onyx Seraph Anklets
Black Currant Plumed Tuft
Brutal Banner
Ebony Filigree Boots
Ebony Filigree Breastplate
Ebony Filigree Wing Guard
Ebony Filigree Gauntlets
Ebony Filigree Tail Guard
Black Linen Wing Wraps
Sanguine Plumage
Glowing Red Clawtips
Black Tulip Flowerfall

Skin

Accent: Tomb Keeper

Scene

Scene: Battlefield

Measurements

Length
5.81 m
Wingspan
6.95 m
Weight
521.85 kg

Genetics

Primary Gene
Grey
Savannah
Grey
Savannah
Secondary Gene
Midnight
Peregrine
Midnight
Peregrine
Tertiary Gene
Thistle
Basic
Thistle
Basic

Hatchday

Hatchday
Apr 15, 2017
(7 years)

Breed

Breed
Adult
Pearlcatcher

Eye Type

Eye Type
Light
Uncommon
Level 10 Pearlcatcher
EXP: 1287 / 27676
Meditate
Contuse
STR
6
AGI
6
DEF
6
QCK
7
INT
7
VIT
6
MND
7

Lineage

Parents

Offspring

  • none

Biography


Tempest
Heir to the Throne of Dust



Umbral Wreath Ebony Filigree Banner Katana Ghost Manticore Sanguine Plumage Berserker Eliminate

         

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A father I never knew

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[Dominance Lore Archives:] In 2017, on April 11th, Earth Flight was in power. On April 18th, Lightning wrested dominance from them. Tempest was born on April 15th, 2017, when the calming, constant power from earth was waning and the unpredictable, crackling time of Lightning was growing stronger. Dragons born in these times heralds great and terrible change and often possess potent power, but are also charged with great tempers and moods that change swiftly and erratically.

Once, a long time ago, this lair had been home to a great many dragons. The light shone upon the progenitors, quiet and strange as they were, for they held to the great faith fervently and unerringly. Hundreds of dragons were raised here, trained, and sent to the ranks of the Lightweaver. Dragons sent to serve all knew that they would die on the field of battle, likely somewhere far from the light. No tears were shed from parents watching their sons and daughters leave, young loves their betrothed, or elderly drakes their children. Low horns echoed from the lair each time a new group of soldiers departed to march towards the inevitable, backs against the rising sun. It was a great honor and the ultimate reverence for the god that created them.

When the tide turned against the Light during a great battle with the strangling vines of the Gladekeeper and the call came for reinforcements, the clan did not hesitate. All in the lair - war trainers, nesters, advisors, high priests, drakes barely past the age of hatchlings, and even the two progenitors of the lair gathered what they needed to make the journey and set out by the next hour. They arrived at the scene of the battle several days later. Those who could fly tore through the air, screeching and locking claws with their opponents in the writhe of death, spinning and rending until they had defeated their opposite number or they were felled in battle. Those who could not fly forded the great river that bordered the two regions, emerging from the water and rushing towards their foes, clashing terribly on a battlefield of trampled jungle, millions of crumpled claws and wings, and blood and grit that flowed into the water, turning the tide into a frothing slew of crimson.

The war spanned several more days, and by the end, all of the dragons who had set out from the clan had perished in a hostile foreign land, lifeless eyes never again to gaze upon the domain of the Lightweaver. With the battle won for Nature, the great vines and wilds of the forest encroached on the land of the Light, and all that happened in the clan was lost with no one to keep it, forgotten to time and dust. Hundreds of years passed, and still, no drake or beastclan dared to make their home in the old lair of the clan, for the air of darkness and ruin was oppressive and choked out any who thought to scrounge for food or treasure there. And so the land lay there, a testament and a warning to all.

After a period of calm years where Earth ruled, the stagnant air around the Sunbeam Ruins began to buzz as static filled the air. Drakes in another lair situated in the Mirrorlight Promenade ran to the Sundial Terrace to divine the change of weather. With fear in their hearts, they returned to tell their clan the news - this was no ordinary thunderstorm. Something big was happening. Dragons that had homes in caves and ruins around the area sought shelter, and food and drying materials were gathered and moved indoors. The single pair of nesting dragons, however, could not be moved, for the mother was in the throes of childbirth, so the clan did what they could for the pair by some boughs of a nearby tree and left them outside to weather the storm alone.

As the black clouds rolled through and the first wave of rain hit the hot, dry earth, the two pearlcatchers braced themselves. The female, Venus, cried out in pain as the first egg touched the ground, and then cried out in fear as a great bolt of thunder split the great tree the pair were near and fell to the ground as many splintered, burning pieces that burned with the power of Lightning. With the birth complete and the storm raging around them, the pair quickly gathered their precious eggs and ran into the safety of their cave. The pearlcatcher pair did not know it then, but a dreadful power was coursing through the fragile, glowing Light egg closest to the tree. In five days, the shell would crack and a tiny pearlcatcher hatchling would emerge from it, sealing the fate of their clan.

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[History of Changes:]
Eyes: Common to Unusual to Uncommon
Primary: Basic to Savannah
Secondary: Basic to Peregrine


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Tempest's default expression: barely internalized disgust and disdain
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