Forest
(#42445719)
Level 1 Guardian
Familiar
White Rot Deer
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Energy: 50/50
This dragon’s natural inborn element is Nature.
Male Guardian
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Personal Style
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Measurements
Length
16.96 m
Wingspan
14.91 m
Weight
7905.24 kg
Genetics
Coal
Speckle
Speckle
Charcoal
Freckle
Freckle
Forest
Crackle
Crackle
Hatchday
Breed
Eye Type
Level 1 Guardian
EXP: 0 / 245
STR
7
AGI
6
DEF
8
QCK
5
INT
5
VIT
8
MND
6
Biography
Forest Spirit "If you go off into a far, far forest and get very quiet, you’ll come to realize that you’re connected to everything." DETAILS NICKNAME; GENDER; Male PRONOUNS;He/Him ORIENTATIONS; Asexual ALIGNMENT; Neutral Evil Familiar  NEED TO TYPE THIS OUT |
The spirit was there long before the dragons came. In those days it could not be rightly called a spirit; it was more like energy, something primeval and powerful with the potential to become more. As the planet changed, it did, too. Mountains sank down into plains; a harsh, dry landscape became more hospitable. Life began to flourish: weeds at first, and then bushes...shrubs...till the land was home to a thriving patch of trees. Where there is life, there must be awareness. Slowly, the energy of the land awoke. It understood how much effort it had taken this place of greenery just to exist, and how beautiful and precious it was. The magic decided it would be a protector of this land. It had awareness; now it had a will — thus, it became a spirit. The spirit had great respect for life and understood that it went hand-in-hand with death. When dragonkind first came to its forest, it watched anxiously — but also curiously — as the drakes cleared the trees so they could build a village. It was not large, as these places go, and soon the spirit settled down with relief. It observed these magical new beings and their dynamic lives....Gradually it realized that even dragonkind, no matter how far removed from the forest, followed the same patterns. Seasons of growth and survival, death and birth...They weren’t much different, really. The spirit came to accept them as neighbors and was content to let them be. They were noisy and could be disruptive — but they had their place in the world too, and the spirit did not question this. The dragons, too, decided they did not mind the spirit. Although they realized early on that the great beast they glimpsed was no ordinary being, they instinctively knew it was of the same world as they, perhaps even placed there by the gods. And so they accepted it. The spirit became another fact of life, just as the trees and the ground and the sky did. Even when wide-eyed outsiders asked about it, the villagers shrugged off the inquiries; the spirit was no more stupendous to them than the forest itself was. There were those who ventured into the woods to find the spirit, but it never deigned to show itself, for it did not see the need. Though many in the village knew it existed, none who dwelled there now had actually seen it. Then came the day of a sudden storm... ~ ~ ~ The spirit wasn’t surprised to find that it recognized the dragon staring, wide-eyed and frightened, from beneath the overhang. It had seen the Pearlcatcher traipsing through the forest many times before. He’d initially been a chatty hatchling; now he was full-grown — though his eyes still held the same wonder he’d had in his childhood. As the fire died, the spirit loped towards the overhang. The Pearlcatcher instinctively shrank back, his pearl cradled beneath one wing. “Uh, s-s-sorry. I only wanted...Well, I...” “How are you called, dragon?” the spirit asked. Its voice reverberated through the twilight, and the trees shivered with awe at the sound as much as the Pearlcatcher did. “I’m...Neuman. From the village.” “I know you well, Neuman; you have walked among these trees many times before. The forest recognizes you. You have our thanks for saving one of our own.” The spirit strode back into the darkness, rocks and trees passing seamlessly through its body. Behind it, Neuman, with a startled gasp, turned and scurried home. It was not the last the spirit saw of him. He was back days later, looking contrite. It was a quiet afternoon, and no danger was afoot; nonetheless, the spirit saw within him a strange, abstract need. It revealed itself once more. “Oh...you’re there.” Neuman took a deep breath. “I wanted to apologize, sir. You see, a few days ago...there was a twig. I snapped it. Um, deliberately. What I meant was...oh, no...” He cringed, obviously appalled at implicating himself. The ground trembled, and Neuman looked up in surprise as the spirit’s wings heaved. It let out a brief, deep chuckle. “Nothing you do here goes unnoticed by the forest, Child of Earth.” “It doesn’t?” “I shall take your words in the spirit you gave them, and in return, I thank you. Now, be at ease.” The spirit folded its wings against its sides. “I am no judge of dragonkind’s actions.” Neuman was silent for a moment. His earlier need — the need to apologize — had vanished from his heart. It’d immediately been replaced by another need, one that to the spirit felt vaguely familiar. It was... “You’re some sort of guardian, right? So, um...Don’t get this wrong, but back during the storm, why did you help me? Did you help me?” Neuman’s memory of the events was somewhat muddled by now. The spirit forgave him his slight error. “You are on forest ground, Child of Earth. And the forest protects those it finds worthy.” “Worthy...how?” “What is worth?” The emerald eyes blinked slowly, reflectively. “Dragonkind has its own ways of measuring it. Nature’s ways are simpler: A being that aids others’ lives, no matter how different or small....Surely that being’s life is worth protecting as well.” That need within Neuman — it was the need to know, to understand. The spirit had seen this before, in various living creatures. The awakening of awareness. It told him, “You are always welcome to these lands. Fear not — it is not the forest’s way to condemn other living things.” “That...makes me feel a lot better.” And now Neuman smiled with relief. “Do you have a name, sir?” “I am the forest,” the spirit answered. And on that day, it made its first friend from among dragonkind. ~ written by Disillusionist (254672) all edits by other users
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