Shiori
(#32938646)
Level 25 Snapper
Familiar
Ghost Manticore
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Energy: 48/50
This dragon’s natural inborn element is Earth.
Male Snapper
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Personal Style
Apparel
Skin
Scene
Measurements
Length
3.91 m
Wingspan
1.97 m
Weight
7064.41 kg
Genetics
Crimson
Petals
Petals
Crimson
Facet
Facet
Midnight
Glimmer
Glimmer
Hatchday
Breed
Eye Type
Level 25 Snapper
Max Level
STR
129
AGI
8
DEF
5
QCK
50
INT
5
VIT
13
MND
5
Biography
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The stoneseers were an order dedicated to the collection of the planet’s history – and with it, the history of dragons. Shiori was one of them. Born blind, and with no way to verify her true birthplace, she used her early training to master navigating the world with tremorsense. Her superiors would deliberately trip her on her travels. Her peers would mislead her, providing directions so poor she got lost on multiple journeys to key heritage sites. She took many years to become a full member of the order. One by one, her peers left with Earth dragon mates and chose not to graduate. What Shiori lacked in one area, she gained in others: the ability to see past petty squabbles and a special type of magic that correctly identified the genealogy of dragons. It made little sense to her why her peers continued to leave. The stoneseer order had much to teach them, so they could build the new leaders of a new generation. She began taking on more responsibility. Younger members would struggle to find their way in and out of the Cairnstone Rest. Shiori, then, would lead their excavation efforts and help them make their way safely. There was no fanfare when she graduated from the order. Shiori moved south to the Wandering Contagion, following a traditional merchant route passed down through Snapper families throughout the generations. On her travels, she discovered the Virulent Spire College. Academics there were packing to leave. By their footsteps, Shiori recognized the leaders as a Fae and Guardian, who later introduced themselves as Ceyrn and Erma. She had arrived as they were planning to return to Starwood Strand to recover the remains of the Spire Ward, their original home. The territory was Erma’s Charge. She was surprised to learn of their origins as Arcane dragons but offered to assist them with protective runes around the College grounds all the same. The magic that swelled out of the ground was stronger than she anticipated. It was both a mark of Erma’s age, and Ceyrn’s unusually strong connection to the leylines of the earth. She considered asking them just how old they were – but by the time she gathered the courage to do so, they were gone. It was the warriors’ youngest daughter Anya who told her what happened. Shiori hadn’t talked to many Mirrors before, and barely recognized the footsteps as a Mirror’s. She thought of Mirrors as fast, loud, vicious predators roaming around in packs. While Anya clearly had the scent of someone who recovered from a common strain of plague, she didn’t seem like a Plague dragon at first. Shiori’s confusion turned into understanding once she was invited to live at the College. While she had no parents to remember, Shiori always approached others’ parents with a degree of respect. This did not satisfy Anya’s mother, Tagar. The elder Mirror had the same foot shape as her daughter but had light steps more becoming of a Skydancer. Long silences were punctuated with teeth gnashing about all the excess emotionality in the room. These episodes had been enough to send a Fae scientist and his recruits packing, according to Kulpre, Anya’s father. While he was a Guardian, he was clearly frustrated about his mate and Charge’s behavioral problems. A week into her stay, the runes exploded in the middle of the night. Shiori was returning from a trip to the Marketplace with Anya when they heard the blast. Her new friend rushed ahead to confront the danger. The air grew thick around them. Shiori felt dragon paws padding along in the earth, as if made from water – She caught up to Anya and summoned a thick sphere of earth to protect them. In the darkness, a limb flopped on the ground, wriggling. Outside the little sphere, a struggle. Shiori tried to keep up with Anya narrating the dragons she heard outside the walls. There were two – both Skydancers – and one had just landed with a signature that blended into the other that was more water than flesh. This new one shook like a leaf, holding the attacker back. Then the air temperature dropped. An alien sound accompanied a third Skydancer’s arrival. Shiori’s limbs felt paralyzed. The sphere of earth dropped around them, piece by piece, as her magic began to fade. Someone was talking to her. But the words were fuzzy. All she wanted to do was get away from the freak dragon, so she ran. Anya seemed to have the same idea. They were woken with a concoction of smelling salts in the middle of the Abiding Boneyard by the last remaining member of the College – Janus, the spirit medium. As they attempted to settle back into the old grounds, Janus explained that whatever happened made Tagar go berserk. Kulpre and the clan’s former healer ran after her. Days went by, then weeks. None of them returned. In the absence of a functional clan, Shiori, Anya, and new arrival Hafsa took up the role of the clan’s new line of defense. They fought together. While Hafsa made a name for herself by hunting with her multi-arrow attacks, Shiori spent time quietly strength training with Anya. She appreciated the opportunity to be with only one other dragon for company. They got to roughhousing when they were off duty. Shiori understood that there was a rift between Anya and Janus. It seemed there was more to the incident than they both could remember, and Janus refused to elaborate on any possibilities as to what happened. Eventually, Anya got into a vicious argument with Janus, causing them to leave. With Hafsa willing to stick around despite the argument, several months of wandering the wilderness as a trio commenced. Shiori met new dragons and introduced them to Anya expanding their burgeoning clan. She took her lifemate aside, and explained they would need the sort if they were to start over, who understood what it meant to leave a legacy. When Anya agreed, she rested easy. The Rotrock Rim wasn’t terribly hospitable. But it was a stable location, enough to create den structures and house several children if need be. The night Anya nicked herself on old College technology was blisteringly cold. Shiori smelled the blood in the air as her feet crunched on the unseasonably frost covered ground. She heard her mate gasping for air, rambling about some kind of crossed wires. As she approached, her foot landed on shards of glass. Shiori became infected too. She was not the first to have her mind addled. Between taking care of a limping Hafsa and threatening Leni for no reason, she was the only one to be ill yet retain her full faculties during the buildup to the accident. Her wife was in such a drastically different mental state that she found the need to protect her from herself. They were all found in a pockmark near the Wyrmwound years later. No one thanked her for saving them. Soon, she learned few of them remembered the weeks leading up to the accident – fewer still remembered the accident itself. The magical backfire was cataclysmic. If she hadn’t erected stone barriers, the blast could have had a chain reaction with the magical properties of the Wyrmwound. All eight of them would have been dead. Her mate changed for the better. Gone was the arrogance of youth, replaced by a stronger sense of patience that normally was reserved for those who lived through the passage of time. Anya’s touch was more tender now. Shiori was secretly delighted when Anya suggested the move to the Seedscar, so she would be better able to sense the changes in the land. Together, they could take on any challenges the changed world threw at them. |
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