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Ahkauris
#39078367
Info
Level 1
Guardian Female
Hatchday
Jan 27, 2018 (2 months)
Stats Growth
Length
11.13M
Wingspan
14.04M
Weight
9270.8KG
Genes
PrimaryCharcoal Ripple
SecondaryCharcoal Safari
TertiaryShale Spines
Energy: 49 / 50
Apparel & Skins
Skin
Lineage
Parents
Offspring
none
Familiar
Information
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The Hidden Treasure, a bioluminescent beauty

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B I O G R A P H Y



______ Under any large amount of light, all of Ahkauris' scales are a dull and uninteresting grey. Even if they were polished they would allow no reflection above that of the sun glaring off of a smooth grey rock. Her horns and claws themselves are not too far off, only managing to be a touch darker than the rest of her.

______ What is often missed is the numerous lines that decorate her, from the edge of her snout down to the tip of her tail. They decorate the top of her skull like an artist's masterwork and trail down her neck in a trio of straightened lines that follow her spine. Two of the three on the left and right, those that follow her neck after lining the base of her horns, fade halfway down her neck while the third follows her webbed spines all through until the tip of her tail. Others rise from the edges of her claws only to disappear after the first joint of her legs. Every webbed spine is contoured with this line like they had been gilded in silver. Even in the best of light those lines are more than difficult to see clearly, as their almost white coloration sits unnoticed against her scale like an aged scar.

______ She has managed to catch other dragons off guard more than once when she is seen at times where no strong light is at hand. Her scale takes on such a new guise that dragons that do not know her well do not recognize her for a heartbeat. Times as such all of her scales emit a wonderfully soft, blue glow as though she had consumed the moon itself. The masterwork upon her shines with just a sliver of a white light barely brighter than the rest. The sharp, almost icy blue of her eyes shines with the same white hot burn of lightning in a storm. Of course, this releases no useful light, she is no glowing torch to light one's way. The aura about her lifts but inches from her scale and is bright enough only to cause reflections on polished surfaces, but no more than that.

______ Indeed, it has had more of a practical use to her enemies than it ever could to herself. Having no control of this trait aside from remaining under bright enough light, slipping into the shadows has become but a fantasy to her. If she were ever to have need, she would be spotted as easily as a bolt of lightning in the night.

______ Apart from appearance, Ahkauris grew from hatchling to dragon never truly knowing her mother. Her father, Auhs’stal, returned from a hunt on a dark night to find his family shattered. His son dead on a stone floor, mutilated, his body barely held together in one piece as he lie still in shreds. Auhs'stal’s mate and daughter were nowhere to be found, and he wondered how much of the blood did not belong to his son. Immediately he broke into a furious search, scouring for even the most miniscule trace he could use to track the killer and break its neck. He was only comforted knowing his mate would be just as furious as he.

______ It did not take long to find her. A bloody trail led his eyes directly to where she lie. She, not unlike her own son, was dead. His precious mate hadn't even made it a hatchling’s leap from the cave. Her bones were cracked and smashed as she lie broken on the soil as though something had simply knocked her out of the sky. A single trail of blood was flowing from her helplessly open maw, exposing cracked teeth and a broken jawbone. He wondered how he had not seen her during his approach home.

______ He returned to the cave up on a mountain, disheartened beyond fury having not found a culprit to rip apart and give himself a level of closure. He didn't much care for caves, but that was secondary when it came to the safety of her. This was a cave he deemed safe to raise a family of his own hatchlings- an assumption he paid dearly for. Eventually he found Ahkauris, scales glowing as bright as ever, shivering from confusion and fear in the bitter cold.

______ She was alive.

______ The spark of joy that almost broke through his sorrow was tempered only by the sharp scent of blood from his son. She herself hid, mostly unharmed save for a small bruising in her soft hatchling scale. Flecks of blood from her brother were strewn about her body and sheer terror glared at him from her eyes.

______It took everything he knew as a father to coax her away from the crack in the wall. She shook at his flank until the sun broke at dawn. Somehow she had known of a crevice deep enough that her luminescent scale would not break through when most hatchlings of her age would simply be frozen in panic, like she was then. Auhs'stal covered her with a wing to ensure no hints of light from her escape out from the shadows- he would not allow the killer another chance, not while he still lived.

______ Now a grown dragon even more aged than Xha'thal, she remembers little of this. All knowledge of her mother had been passed by stories borne from aching grief told by her father. She would tease him for repeating what she has already heard, but she never actually stops him from the recollection. Throughout her years as a hatchling, the tales had served to soften her gnawing hunger to know and understand her mother. Ahkauris still enjoys hearing those words as much as she always did, and that never will that change. He would call her hidden treasure, telling that her mother always enjoyed watching the outlines of her form glowing through the shell throughout the night. This has since become her favored title- even Xha'thal has been heard using it to refer to her.

______ Xha’thal even catches her writing her father’s stories on both paper and stone, using them as a foundation to weave tales to tell to her own hatchlings. At times she tells of a mother sacrificing a part of herself for her offspring to comfort, other tales are reprimanding rhymes to speak a lesson. On occasion they are even a stark reminder of tales already told, telling him that her mother is not the sole source of her writing. Of course course she knows truly little, but she believes wholeheartedly that her mother somehow threw her, rather roughly admittedly, into the crevice to hide her. Her memory is limited to a blind tumbling the night of the deaths, and she doubts a hatchling hardly five dawns of age would have the presence of mind to hide herself, even in fear. That knowledge is her source for the dragon she had written of many times- one unafraid to do what she must to protect, even if not initially understood by her beloved charge. A little misunderstood pain to prevent a death.

______ So enamored with her lost mother, few things instill her with the same kind of bliss that she enjoys while watching over healthy hatchlings that play before her. A famous denmother she has become in the clan as she tirelessly volunteers her free hours to a mated pair in need of rest. When she and Xha’thal themselves have hatchlings to raise, she again is a stalwart mother with an almost unmatched fierceness to protect and care. Never does she allow any foreign being to lift so much as a claw against them as she shields them. She is, however, aware that she must temper her urge to protect with a certain level of inaction. She understands well that there are times a hatchling must smell his own blood to truly learn a lesson worthwhile- to truly be prepared to thrive in the challenges of the life ahead of them. Nothing is learnt if she nullifies the consequences of their own actions.

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Bio template by Mibella, find it here.

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Before appearance revamp:

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"Copperhead" wrote on "2018-03-30:
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Hellbender grins haughtily as he is recognized, “Aye, that’s what folks say, anyway. What do they say about you then, eh? ‘Oh yeah, that’s that dreary grey lass. If ya don’t know who I mean just go and look for the drabbest dragon you can find, that’s like as not to be her.’ I mean, gods above, I don’t think I’ve ever seen a dragon with duller scales than you, there ain’t no luster to ‘em at all! I’d almost think you were some kinda zombified corpse or somethin’ without havin' even a wee bit of sheen to ya!”

Cupcake had not missed the brief flash of light that shone off of Ahkauris’ scales, and her jaw drops open, “Oh wow, no, that’s not true at all, you’ve got some amazing shininess to you! I saw it when you walked under that tree, I know I did! You must glow in the dark, right?” She skitters forward and cups her hands over a spot on the Guardian’s flank, looking upon the silvery streaks, “Ooh, I knew it! You’re all sparkly-glowy! Is it magic or is it phosphorescence? Well, whatever causes it, it’s super cool and really pretty! You should become a dancer and do performances at night, it would be so cool to see you moving around with all those lovely silvery patterns dancing along with you!” She gives Ahkauris a white rose, and then stretches up on her tiptoes to get a better look at Rynic, gently booping his snoot and handing him a marigold.




"JellyLu" wrote on "2018-04-05:
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Oh wow, she's gorgeous! First, I must say based on her artwork she looked good even before her revamp! My guard Mika uses the same accent she used to wear :3 However, comparing that to how she looks now, MY what a great transformation! Those colors, while draker, look captivating with those genes! I love how the accent and her eyes glow and make the colors stand out even more! She's definitely "a bioluminescent beauty". I notice she doesn't have any apparel right now. She looks stunning without it, but I'm just curious as to whether you have any outfits planned in the future...? :3
As for her bio, it does a superb job at describing the beauty of her appearance. Her backstory....as I read it I could visualize it well in my head. I felt the pain her father felt as he discovered his mate and son, but I also felt his joy when he found his daughter. As an adult, I admire that Ahkauris wants to keep the memory of her mother strong and alive. I myself especially liked reading how her mother could see her glowing form through the egg shell. I also admire her as a mother herself. Not only does she care for her own in an excellent manner, but she seems like the ultimate den mother. She's a very noble dragon from humble beginnings. A true shining star.

You are right to be proud of this dragon. She's beautiful with a VERY well-written story!


 
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