Mirkwood
(#42589410)
Level 25 Mirror
Familiar
Torrent Tricktail
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This dragon’s natural inborn element is Arcane.
Male Mirror
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Personal Style
Apparel
Skin
Scene
Measurements
Length
6.55 m
Wingspan
3.61 m
Weight
520.6 kg
Genetics
Forest
Cherub
Cherub
Honeydew
Seraph
Seraph
Forest
Underbelly
Underbelly
Hatchday
Breed
Eye Type
Level 25 Mirror
Max Level
STR
119
AGI
8
DEF
5
QCK
70
INT
5
VIT
16
MND
5
Biography
A magical Arcanite, trained in the Windswept Plateau, donated by KrakenDux.
May he serve your lair mightily!
May he serve your lair mightily!
wingworm wrote:
The elf-haunted Mirror is on his way to you by crossroads. Did your reflection always have that many eyes?
KrakenDux wrote:
I gave him Shred instead of Sap. Personally, I have found that it is not worth using Sap because that takes breath and interferes with Eliminate. With Shred, luck, and the occasional use of potions my Mire Flyer has sometimes been able to take down a Toad (especially if the accompanying fodder dergs have had their vitality bumped up).
There is nothing quite like the thrill of your Mire Flyer vanquishing a Toad...
There is nothing quite like the thrill of your Mire Flyer vanquishing a Toad...
Mirkwood
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Mirkwood, of the Mire-hunt
The Mire-hunt Instructor
Mirkwood snaked his way into the depths of Wisteria Hearts following the call for a hunter who could teach the young of a foundling clan. At first he was unsure if he would be fit for the job, for when had Mirkwood ever dealt with younglings? But still he approached the clan and offered them his aid. To his surprise they did not turn him away, despite that his gaze had to be unnerving; no, the impossibly pink matiarch (Was she a matriarch? She did not seem so to him.) flitted up and greeted him with all the enthusiasm of a youth he nearly mistook her for one! More sedated clanmembers welcomed him more grounded to the grass beneath their feet, thankfully.
...still, the new adults of the clan didn't act much different from the dainty princess around which the clan was built. At least they took their new jobs seriously, even if most were intent to take their newfound skills into the world under the banner of the Gladekeeper, never to return.
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"It makes me sad," the young matriarch told him one day, clinging to his back as she came along on the Hunt, a riotous pink disaster hidden amongst the foliage of his wings.
"What does?" he wondered aloud, because Relena was often sad, usually about little things like why dandelions were yellow.
"Their leaving."
Ah. Was this why she had come to hunt with him today? Because the children of the clan would leave to join the flight, because passers would use them as a temporary waystation on their path to the same? She was sad about this more often than she let on, he thought, but he had never seen her wear anything but a smile as they were on their way. She would be selfish that way, wouldn't she, to hide her long heartbreak in the quiet depths, for it was not to their benefit to know. They might stay, if they knew their leaving brought her pain, and to give up their goal could not be a thing she would allow herself to be an excuse of.
"They have the tools to survive," Mirkwood reminded her, for wasn't that why they had put out the call that had brought him here? And then, because this was Relena and she rather abhorred hunting, he added: "And you've given them a good home. They will tell others of you and what you have built. Yours will be a name well-known as a friend of many."
But he needn't have bothered yet: Relena had already been distracted by a cluster of brightly-colored flowers in the canopies, and might be distracted for hours yet. He would tell her again later, and as long and often as she required.
"It makes me sad," the young matriarch told him one day, clinging to his back as she came along on the Hunt, a riotous pink disaster hidden amongst the foliage of his wings.
"What does?" he wondered aloud, because Relena was often sad, usually about little things like why dandelions were yellow.
"Their leaving."
Ah. Was this why she had come to hunt with him today? Because the children of the clan would leave to join the flight, because passers would use them as a temporary waystation on their path to the same? She was sad about this more often than she let on, he thought, but he had never seen her wear anything but a smile as they were on their way. She would be selfish that way, wouldn't she, to hide her long heartbreak in the quiet depths, for it was not to their benefit to know. They might stay, if they knew their leaving brought her pain, and to give up their goal could not be a thing she would allow herself to be an excuse of.
"They have the tools to survive," Mirkwood reminded her, for wasn't that why they had put out the call that had brought him here? And then, because this was Relena and she rather abhorred hunting, he added: "And you've given them a good home. They will tell others of you and what you have built. Yours will be a name well-known as a friend of many."
But he needn't have bothered yet: Relena had already been distracted by a cluster of brightly-colored flowers in the canopies, and might be distracted for hours yet. He would tell her again later, and as long and often as she required.
Along Came A Batfrog
As a young dragon learning to hunt in the Mire, Mirkwood heard the distressed sound of a young croaker who's wing had been damaged in a storm the previous evening. The creature could not fly away from him when he approached to investigate, nor could it escape when he scooped it up and carted it back to his camp. Mirkwood kept it in an old coin basket, feeding it bits of fish until at last it was healed enough that he could release it back into the wild. However, by that time, the red croaker had decided she liked him well enough to stick around, and could not be parted from him.
"Here Girl," became her name, because it was that or the loud, unintelligible yell that he had made the first time he found the croaker post-release had ended up in his bag full of seafood through the night.
Here Girl lives in Mirkwood's food satchel. He has resigned himself to this. Here Girl has decided that it is her job to burst out of the satchel as often as possible when Mirkwood least expects it, to keep his heart muscles and lungs well-exercised.
As a young dragon learning to hunt in the Mire, Mirkwood heard the distressed sound of a young croaker who's wing had been damaged in a storm the previous evening. The creature could not fly away from him when he approached to investigate, nor could it escape when he scooped it up and carted it back to his camp. Mirkwood kept it in an old coin basket, feeding it bits of fish until at last it was healed enough that he could release it back into the wild. However, by that time, the red croaker had decided she liked him well enough to stick around, and could not be parted from him.
"Here Girl," became her name, because it was that or the loud, unintelligible yell that he had made the first time he found the croaker post-release had ended up in his bag full of seafood through the night.
Here Girl lives in Mirkwood's food satchel. He has resigned himself to this. Here Girl has decided that it is her job to burst out of the satchel as often as possible when Mirkwood least expects it, to keep his heart muscles and lungs well-exercised.
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This dragon doesn't eat Insects.
Meat stocks are currently depleted.
Seafood stocks are currently depleted.
This dragon doesn't eat Plants.
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