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Ebonwind

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Level 9 Fae

Familiar

Centaur Archer

Energy: 0/50

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Length

0.7 m

Wingspan

1.39 m

Weight

1.77 kg

Genetics

Plum
Poison

Plum
Toxin

Silver
Smoke

Hatchday

Sep 09, 2017
(6 years)

Breed

Adult
Fae

Eye Type

Plague
Unusual

Level 9 Fae

EXP: 5722 / 21526

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Biography

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EBONWIND
Clan Leader

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"You must be strong"
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B I O G R A P H Y

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______ "You must endure,” her mother had once said this to her. ”You must do what you need to survive.” There was something else she had said. The fae had it memorized.

”But most of all, you must be strong.”

She had been ripped from her family, made to march from her beloved home in the Scarred Wastelands against her will. The beastclan of Centaurs that drove her on had been likened to slave traders in Ebonwind’s mind, uncaring of the fae except that she made it to their destination alive and they were paid. After that, they could care less. She could see it in their eyes, in their body language. A fae may not be the best at reading emotions in tones and inflections, but they knew body language when they saw them. They knew.

The words of her mother became her mantra. She repeated them in her mind. Be strong, Ebonwind. Be strong. She did not mourn for herself and her predicament. That was not strong. If she resolved to be anything, it was to be strong.

Along the trek to the lair she would become a member of, Ebonwind had few interactions with her captors. Only one had garnered enough affection from the fae to be considered a friend, and while they did not talk much it was still of some comfort to her. The centaur hunter was kind to Ebonwind, at least as kind as could be given the circumstances. They would often sit together when night fell and camp was made, Ebonwind enjoying the sound of the centaur’s soft laughter though she spoke little herself. The others remarked angrily on it, but did nothing else, allowing the two to remain close. Ebonwind was thankful for the time she had with her new friend, as it kept her from going insane on the long trek to the lair of Lunaiose, where the centaurs forcibly brought her as if she were nothing more than an expected delivery. Leaving her, her captors went on their way without a glance back. While grateful to be freed of the nasty beastclan that had dragged her from her home, the fae found her fate now at the hands of her new clan.

Ebonwind had decided immediately that she was not there to be friends. The travels to the clan had instilled something within the fae that had taken root within her, and now it was blossoming into a ghastly bloom. Her mother’s mantra repeated again in her head: ”You must be strong.” And so she was. Quickly, Ebonwind rose through the ranks of the clan. Tirelessly she proved herself to the leaders of her new home, aided by her distant attitude towards the others and her willingness to do what must be done to get further. It meant stomping on feelings; it meant that the fae was cut throat. If someone stood in her way to the top, they were not spared even if they had done the fae a favor. Soon, Ebonwind found herself so close to the top she was a rank below the clan’s leaders, Bedros and Hura. She finally felt justified in her actions, content with her ranking and pleased with her work. For the first time, Ebonwind was able to reflect back on what she had done to get herself where she was, and felt more at home than ever.
Comfortable with where she ranked within the clan, Ebonwind finally allowed herself reprieve. She was wary of any that seemed to make a climb towards her position of course, but she relaxed. She allowed herself to have fun, to attempt at making friends. Perhaps a lapse in judgement, perhaps one of the best decisions - and regrets - she’d ever made, Ebonwind entered into a fling that bore two sons unto the fae. Ebonwind had never pictured herself as a mother, yet at the sight of her newborn sons she wanted nothing more than to protect them from the cruelty of the world. But, unfortunately for the fae, she could not always do that. “Where is my son?” She had stormed past the guards to the leaders quarters, though they didn’t stop her. The fins on the fae’s head were in the position that told one she was not to be trifled with, and they were smart enough to obey as they stood just behind Ebonwind. There she found Bedros, who looked up from his table, eyes gazing toward the fae.

“You have two,” he said casually. “One is enough.” One? One?! The Fae’s entire body language changed. Her anger turned to rage, betrayal.

“You did not even consider talking to me ab-”

“Of course not,” He cut her off, moving around the desk to face her fully. “We are the leaders, not you, Ebonwind. We make the decisions for the clan around here, and if that means selling your son then so be it.” The words slammed into Ebonwind like a ton of bricks. Sold. They had sold her beloved son. He was gone now, gone forever to potentially live a life far worse. The fae was at a loss for words, much to the delight of the leader that stood in front of her.

“If that’s all, then you should tend to your other son,” Bedros spoke. “Wouldn’t want to look like a bad mother.”

Ebonwind found the clan suddenly unsafe for her and her remaining son. While the rest of the members of it were sympathetic to her, the two leaders seemed to decide she a liability. At every corner, Ebonwind found herself and her son Littlescale in situations that put their lives at risk. Bedros and Hura must have sensed the shift in the wind, and were attempting to put out the blaze before the flames could lick at their scales. But Ebonwind was not like a fire, but like a bad storm on the horizon. One could see it begin to brew, thunder clashing and lightning striking as it whirled itself up. It crept closer and closer to the shores where Bedros and Hura suddenly found themselves standing on alone with every moment where Ebonwind grew angrier and stronger.

A final attempt to kill her son broke the storm free. Littlescale had been almost crushed by falling rocks when he went to gather some meat with a few others as they entered into a deep path cut in a high rockface. The leaders not only were willing to kill Ebonwind’s son, but they cared not for the other clan lives that would serve as collateral. The storm that had become Ebonwind rolled into the port with such ferocity neither Bedros or Hura knew just what to expect from her. Her hard work, determination and the loss of one son would not be wasted, nor would she stand to let her remaining son die along with other clan members any further.

Ebonwind took over the clan, claiming the role as leader after deposing Bedos and Hura. The rest of clan Lunaiose celebrated her claim, which surprised the fae. They had seen the way their previous leaders had acted, some even experiencing the same pain of losing their children to the whims of the two. They had been leaders the clan had feared, not respected, and they were finally gone. Despite even Ebonwind’s icy exterior, she still excelled at leader of the clan. She had learned the teachings and grew devote in prayer to the Plaguebringer, despite her home clan’s beliefs. Ebonwind poured her heart and soul into the clan, finally feeling safe and happy with everything in her life despite it’s ups and downs. While she rules the clan Lunaiose with a relatively iron fist, she can’t help have a soft spot for her son Littlescale. Ebonwind still mourns the loss of her son that her predecessors sold, but under her rules the clan has finally prospered and has created a safe environment for those that have joined them.

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