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Greteel

(#46053646)

[WB] The Pale Mistress

Familiar

Colubrid Column

Energy: 47/50

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Battle Stats

Measurements

Length

5.24 m

Wingspan

5.19 m

Weight

689.12 kg

Genetics

Midnight
Metallic

Midnight
Noxtide

Carmine
Firefly

Hatchday

Oct 15, 2018
(5 years)

Breed

Adult
Skydancer

Eye Type

Water
Unusual

Level 23 Skydancer

EXP: 63639 / 147452

STR

AGI

DEF

QCK

INT

116

VIT

MND

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Biography

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GENERATION 0

G R E T E E L

FOUNDER
The Pale Mistress, Witch of the Mists

I know my worth.
I have paid dearly
for every ounce of it.

I'm not sorry
for wanting
what I deserve
and I'm not afraid
to walk away
to find it.

The lone star is not lost but waiting.
Prepare - of he who holds your fate.

She could not remember her mother, or her father, but the moment she had opened her eyes to the moon and heard the heavens whisper that passage, something already have changed in her. By now, it was nature to her, the way the fireflies surrounding her body winked in the night, the surge of raw power that made her skin gleam like polished obsidian mirrors, the shadows that raced towards her and curled around her body like a lover's arms. She didn't need training, she already knew. The power was simply there, cold as a pool hidden within the crevasses of a bejeweled cave, hidden where only she could find it. The Mist was easy to manipulate, the Shadows even more so. She could come and go as she pleased, these two elements never far from her side. She is beautiful. And so dangerously powerful.
And be it as it may seem true, it was the children who found her out first, as she glided through their villages, a vision in sparkling night silks, her fireflies her entourage as she whisked from one place to the next, always at the stroke of midnight. "Is she here?" they would whisper. "Blednaya Lyubovnitsa. "She will make all your dreams come true..."
"Yes," she will sing. "I will." And like the Pied Piper of the town she once knew as Hamelin, one by one they trailed to her, unbeknownst to their parents or even anyone who even knew, each child more gifted than the last. Not only your dreams, little ones, or your wishes. I will give you all out of the power you bring to me. "Witch," she heard the elders say. "Heathen." "Where are the children?" "What did you do to them?"
They will never know; and the only thing that broke her heart each time was leaving them in the middle of the woods with little more than the memories of what she taught them, but never to see her again. Sometimes she saw them, prosperous mages, reverred diviners, even a warlock indentured to a king. None of them recognized her, as it should be ... and she had to resist walking up to them, taking their face in her hands, seeing the work she has left in them. And there were the stories of bodies of those same children she once taught and loved, carved and left to the wolves. The rumors spread. And so did her anger, like an angry white flame.
They sent a hunter, of course. She had expected less than this, but she was not prepared for the power that suddenly gripped her still as she laid her eyes upon the Skydancer that stepped out of the boughs, entranced at the stars gleaming from his coat. The world turned sharper, with more clarity. She felt every breath, every movement, his heartbeat... The lone star is not lost but waiting. Prepare - of he who holds your fate. It was him.

QUEEN OF CUPS

It is said that she once nursed her own constellation much the same way a mother would their hatchling, before its power grew too great to be contained within our realm and she had to tearfully return it to the sky. It often hovers right above the Crystalspine Reaches' northenmost point...

- @Hyzenthlaay

Greteel, even as a young hatchling, needed no one. Her eyes shone with an understanding of the world, a certain maturity that even many adults lacked. To most dragons, it was creepy and unsettling, even more so when she just up and left one day without a word or evidence of a direction. No one understood and no one dared to follow. That was how Greteel preferred it. Something called out to her from a far away place and she needed to follow it. She could feel it, as if it were a part of her being, a lost piece of herself that needed to be retrieved and returned.

-@ThePlasticTree

What have you forsaken, o wolf-witch of the woods? When you held the deaths of stars in your hands, watched the ichor taint your scales, what did you see? What fireflies blink bleary in the depths of your den in muted greens and tangled reds? What did you divine of yourself, when you looked back into the sky above? What legends made you grieve? When the hunter comes for your heart in his fist, what regrets have you left behind?

-@SilverSilver

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