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Nyllei » Lair » Pinesoul
Level 15
Tundra Female
Oct 03, 2018 (10 months)
Stats Growth
PrimaryHickory Cherub
SecondaryLatte Seraph
TertiaryDriftwood Runes
Eye TypeWind Common
Energy: 49 / 50
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Pinesoul | The Journalist
Pinesoul . . . sees things. Not the kind of things that coexist with the mortal plane, not the creatures that Saze would fit right in with, and neither the twitching horrors that Aonani swears up and down that lurk in the darkest recesses of the Hewn City. No, Pinesoul can sense a higher kind of entity. She's not, well, entirely confident whether or not she's just hallucinating. But they have to exist! She knows they do! Though just in case, she keeps her jaw shut about them.

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It started when she was a hatchling. Shadow, swooping in to congratulate her daughter and look over her grandchildren, had noted with some concern that Pinesoul was staring blankly at her, seemingly fascinated with something right
over the skydancer's shoulder. Though uncomfortable, Shadow determined it just meant that Pinesoul found a pretty cloud, nevermind that said cloud seemed to always be right behind her own wings.

To Pinesoul, however, there was something else. A Presence, all powerful and all encompassing, hovered over the strange dragon's shoulder, and looked over the young hatchling. It was much later, though, that she discovered that only she could see it. The Presence seemed to favor watching over Shadow, though many a time she noticed it following other dragons. She watched it warily for a long time until she noticed that it never seemed to do anything. It simply followed seemingly random dragons and that was it.

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Older now, Pinesoul has made a variety of observations about the Presence. And Presences, she comes to find. There is only one per lair, though not all lairs seem to have one. And they seem to come in many forms. Most are just like hers. They follow a dragon of importance or notability, and watch over the dragons in the lair. But others are... diferent. She's yet to find any conclusive evidence that they do anything more than watch, but some exclusively follow a single dragon, almost as if they are the dragon in question. Others instead seem bound to a place, watching the dragons of the clan pass by as if just a watcher. Each time, it's always a little different.

She's found that other dragons seem to be aware, or at least suspect, that the Presences exist. One common term she's heard is a Lair Spirit. But where they came from, why they're here, or even if they are intelligent, are questions she has yet to answer.

Of course, she needs an excuse for all this travel. On the surface, Pinesoul travels as a freelancing journalist, uploading her stories and opinions of new locations. Her primary objective though, the mystery of the Presences, she keeps to herself.

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Pinesoul's been at home for the past few months, after the arrival of Two. The Presence of the Breezen clan has changed from hopping around to mostly sticking with the hellspawn hatchling, for whatever reason. She and her grandfather are working together to unearth the mysteries behind the enigmatic coatl.

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