Bairwyn
(#38450881)
Level 1 Skydancer
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Energy: 44/50
This dragon’s natural inborn element is Earth.
Female Skydancer
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Personal Style
Apparel
Skin
Scene
Measurements
Length
5.05 m
Wingspan
3.68 m
Weight
429.94 kg
Genetics
Orca
Savannah
Savannah
Orca
Safari
Safari
Tarnish
Stained
Stained
Hatchday
Breed
Eye Type
Level 1 Skydancer
EXP: 0 / 245
STR
4
AGI
5
DEF
4
QCK
9
INT
9
VIT
4
MND
9
Lineage
Parents
Offspring
- Lwyn
- Locin
- Kakir
- Alywurd
- Volyno
- Misieth
- Rashida
- Misu
- Illa
- Tirion
- Iceo
- Kira
- Jurek
- Iriza
- Arven
- Geek
- Shea
- Walkersea
- Basalt
- Tagora
- Shootingstar
- Grossul
- Eckart
- Madrak
- Innusha
- Mayflower
- Unfading
- Sampi
- Chindor
- Jisa
- Cardani
- Ieremiya
- Kaerleikr
- Bebop
- Taffy
- Calathea
- Zoisite
- Cayne
- Cynfal
- Banus
- Trystram
- Okes
- Napoleon
- Eridanos
- Dafi
- Salva
- Davik
- Estelle
- Herz
- Kenta
- Ronica
- Hyttier
- Rauru
- Delfina
- Yorikiro
- Reinhardt
- Eirian
- Tatianna
- Shimala
Biography
Bairwyn
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Bairwyn hatched with short, stumpy wings that never truly caught up with the rest of her body, not even after the growth spurt during her dragonet years. Being such a significant and innate thing, it seemed unnatural to the other hatchlings that she could not fly. Nobody but the Snappers understood, not truly, and she endeared the same mockery they did. Looking back, flightlessness was the first true thing she remembered bonding with others over, the first memory of empathy. It had started her down the road of compassion and kindness. Years later, she still walked this path. Kindness for kindness, evil for evil - if only karma were real. But imperfection exist, what is perceived isn't always true, and nobody ever sees the whole story. That is how - as well as why - Bairwyn came to be cursed with the glittering runes adorning her. Bairwyn, thinking she was receiving a hoax from a penniless dragon, offered a few gems anyway to help the poor soul. The witch, thinking Bairwyn greedy, swapped the enchantment for a curse. One which caused gold and gems to grow from Bairwyn's body; the forepromised riches at a steep price. The witch left, satisfied she'd taught an important lesson. Bairwyn left in pain; hurt, confused, and wondering what she'd done to warrant this. But Bairwyn was used to bullies. And, while this was different, it helped nonetheless: she picked herself back up like always, and continued on being herself. Perhaps more cautious, less trusting, but nobody ever finished life in the exact condition they'd started it in. When she was a hatchlet she'd started mountain climbing, discovering a passion for it that never faded. So when her wings finally grew large enough to support her, she'd tried them out and hardly used them since. Flying was nice, but boring. Climbing was much more exhilarating - and painful. It didn't matter though, because it was worth it. Worth it when she was barely hanging on, worth it when her arms trembled with exhaustion, worth it when she reached the apex and looked down, down at the mountain she conquered with wind whipping through her mane, thin and oh so bitingly frigid. That was what she lived for. She felt freer than a bird, more peaceful than a dove, content as could be, and as alive as a heartbeat. |
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Ddohni is a Stonewatch Scout in both breed and job. Unremarkable and unnoticed, she was just one mask in a flock of masks - until she wasn't. One day she thought herself strong enough to take out a single, measly Skydancer. One clearly exhausted and unable to fly, seeing as she was climbing the mountain by foot. And with that, misconception claimed another victim. Because the dragon could and did fly. But only after they fought, only after they caused an avalanche of rock, only after Ddohni's left wing had been crushed under a boulder, and only after the dragon proved how useless her efforts really were. Because in seconds she'd done what Ddohni could not and effortlessly pushed the boulder off the harpy's wing, lifted her with gentle hands, and leapt into the sky. Less graceful than Ddohni would never be again, but faster than the harpy's wings could have ever dreamt of taking her. |
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In her war-minded flock, Ddohni had learned to be fierce and confident, yet this dragon's actions left her unsure and shy. Why? Why would she help the one who attacked her, the one who hailed from a species that was at war with hers? She didn't understand, so she observed, more vigilant than she'd ever been during her watch.
Kindness without cause, she soon realized, could come from dragonkind too. Bairwyn was different than the stories she'd heard; she wasn't the rampaging beast her ancestors fought. Sure, her language sounded strange and animalistic, but Ddohni swore she could recognize a word or two. And, as months passed without notice, one or two words became three or four, then five or six, then complete sentences. Soon they were speaking in a mesh of two languages, both knowing enough of the other for conversation to be attainable, though difficult.
When Bairwyn asked her one day why she was still here, the question surprised her. Not because it was asked, but because leaving had never occurred to her. What use was Ddohni to her flock, enfeebled as she was? And how could she fight, aware that some dragons were like the one before her? She answered truthfully: because this was where she wanted to be. Bairwyn smiled at that.
Since joining the skydancer, Ddohni has become more thoughtful and quiet. Left with more time and freedom than ever before, she returned to her species' artistic roots and started carving - not just a single mask for war, but figurines and household objects. She's still unsure of the rest of dragonkind, but grows deeper in her trust of Bairwyn every day. Yet behind her new thoughts and emotions still lies her confidence and ferocity - remnants of arrogance too. She knows who she is and what she believes and isn't afraid of what others think of her. What she does fear, however, is her own misjudgment. She'd thought Bairwyn to be a beast near her flock, yet was actually a friend unmet. If she'd succeeded in her attack... well, she'd probably be plotting against dragonkind right now.
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Ever since Ddhoni’s arrival, Bairwyn has been unconsciously pulling away from the rest of dragonkind. With the harpy, she can let her guard down. Bairwyn knows she's not just the Goose Who Lays The Golden Eggs to Ddohni, knows that her friend agrees the pain is not worth the reward. Never the most social dragon around, Bairwyn finds little reason to visit her species anymore. She has a companion who's closer to her than anyone has ever been, two little dogs she's recently traded for, a home she can return to, and mountains all around to climb - what more could she want? While independent and knowledgeable, at times Bairwyn can be anxious and unsure of herself. Generally non-confrontational, a few subjects can get her riled up. She's outdoorsy and adventurous, and not one for much conversation. Generous with what she has and happy to help, yet also wary of strangers. Stubborn when she wants to be, she's determined to get Ddhoni to at least come hiking with her and the dogs. And maybe one day she'll get to show her best friend just how spectacular the view is from a mountain’s peak. Bairwyn is about 6ft (1.82m) tall. Ddohni is 4”7. Hatchling = young child. Hatchlet = tween. Dragonet = teen. Dragon = adult. XX 
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In hindsight, Bairwyn thinks she may know exactly where things went wrong.
She and Ddhoni had been out on the trails together, scaling cliffs of various heights, enjoying the views the wilderness around them provided—as well as each other’s company. They talked of things of little consequence, like the deals that were said to be currently available at the market, or the forecasted summer storms that were said to be approaching, the subject of conversation mattering not. Their friendship was of the variety that was not made uncomfortable by silence, and they lapsed into it from time to time as they clambered over rocks and up cliff faces, Ddhoni often settled comfortably on Bairwyn’s back.
When they reached the top, however, it seemed they weren’t alone.
A group of harpies—all varied in shape, size, and shade—was perched right where the two of them usually chose to rest after their climb, and they glared at the newcomers with open distrust. The spot provided the perfect combination of an excellent view of the landscape below and a crosswind that drew the perspiration from their feathers and scales, but it wasn’t worth getting into a disagreement—or worse, a fight—with the other harpies over it. Bairwyn was the first to speak, mumbling softly to Ddhoni in the mix of languages the two of them had fashioned together.
“Ddhoni,” she said, drawing back slightly, hoping the action wasn’t noticeable. “I think we should go.”
“No, I think we should stay,” came her reply as she stepped away from Bairwyn’s side towards the harpies. She turned back towards her friend, smiling. “There’s nothing to be afraid of. They won’t harm us.”
Bairwyn hated to admit that she felt a twinge of doubt at that, but didn’t say anything, instead choosing to watch her warily as she approached the other beast-folk. They all began to engage in a rapid-fire, harpy-tinged dialect that she had difficulty following, but it sounded... hostile, despite the almost-pleading edge Ddhoni’s voice took on. The conversation came to a head when the opposing harpies’ plumage puffed up, a shower of loose feathers falling around them—a threat display. Meekly, Ddhoni backed away and returned to Bairwyn’s side.
“We should go,” she murmured, echoing Bairwyn’s earlier words with regret clear in her tone. Inclining her head in agreement, Bairwyn drew her wing around Ddhoni and gently ushered her back onto the trail, shooting a final dismayed glance back at the harpies her companion had tried so hard to placate.
The two of them began their descent of the mountain in silence, one that was made unusually heavy by Ddhoni’s palpable disappointment. Bairwyn found herself in the position of being the first to speak once more.
“Hey,” she tilted her head to better address Ddhoni. “It’s okay. You tried your best. They were just... unkind. I know not everyone is like that.”
Ddhoni stopped suddenly, turning slowly to face her. “What?”
Clearly confused, Bairwyn furrowed her brow and tried again. “I know not everyone is like that. Like them.”
It was hard to see, but Bairwyn thought she saw Ddhoni’s expression darken beneath her mask. Her wings flared out at her sides, an inborn instinct urging her to appear bigger. Something was wrong.
Bairwyn tried to ask what was wrong, tried again and again to clarify, but it only seemed to make Ddhoni angrier. “Well you’re one to talk! You’re just as bad as them!” Ddhoni snarled, plumage bristling.
The argument rapidly escalated from there, getting more and more heated the more upset they both got until they’d both completely reverted to using their own languages. Letting out one final hiss of her own, Bairwyn spread her own wings as wide as they could go and flapped them once, twice, and took off into the sky, leaving Ddhoni alone beneath the trees.
And now here she was, huddled in her—their—cave, rain pouring heavily outside, cold and miserable and so, so alone. Bairwyn laid her head down on top of her hands and gazed longingly out into the darkening evening sky, peering through the curtain of rain—the beginning of the summer storms they’d discussed this morning—in the hope that she’d see the familiar form of her friend approaching through the gloom.
She initially thought she was dreaming when she saw exactly that.
Ddhoni was drenched from head to toe, the moisture-wicking nature of her feathers failing to completely keep out the rain despite her best efforts to stay beneath shelter on her way back. Water dripped in steady rivulets from her hair, leaving a trail of small puddles behind her as she timidly stepped further into the cavern.
“Hi Bairwyn,” she whispered, waving meekly as she shifted from foot to foot, gaze not leaving the floor.
Bairwyn leapt to her feet and practically tackled Ddhoni, bringing the harpy into her arms as tightly as she could without hurting her friend’s weaker wing. She nestled her snout into the crook of Ddhoni’s neck and nuzzled against her, relief coursing through both of them as they embraced each other.
“I’m so sorry,” came Bairwyn’s muffled reply as she ran a soothing taloned hand up and down Ddhoni’s back. “I said something, and I figured out that I phrased it wrong, used the wrong words. I should’ve tried harder to explain it—”
“Are you kidding? I was the one who snapped at you!” Ddhoni exclaimed, pulling back enough so she could hold Bairwyn’s face between her wings. “I shouldn’t have done that! I should’ve just listened!”
Bairwyn laughed and shook her head, a big, toothy grin spreading across her muzzle. “I can see why you’d be mad, though. You thought I’d said that all harpies, all people of the other clans were like those guys were—including you, right?”
Ddhoni looked sheepish. “I should’ve known better. You’re not like that!”
“It’s okay Ddhoni, honestly. I’m just sorry I made you think I felt that way, and that I fought back... this could’ve all been avoided so easily. I feel so stupid.”
“You’re not stupid,” Ddhoni pressed her forehead against Bairwyn’s for a moment, the two simply relishing in each other’s company and how right it felt to be back together again. “Still, I’m sorry I got mad and said all those horrible things. I didn’t mean any of them.”
“I’m sorry too,” came Bairwyn’s reply. She gave Ddhoni another tight squeeze before setting her back down. “Let’s never do that again, okay?”
“Absolutely,” Ddhoni nodded, shooting a grin of her own up at Bairwyn. “Now if you don’t mind... I need to dry off. I haven’t been this soaked in ages!”
“Here, let me start a fire for you. I’ll get dinner started while you dry off.”
And just like that, everything was as it was meant to be once more—and neither of them could be more grateful.
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