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Tarach

(#46758)

The Ancient Patriarch

Familiar

Wind Sprite

Energy: 25/50

Personal Style

Apparel

Skin

Scene

Physical Attributes

Battle Stats

Measurements

Length

0.94 m

Wingspan

1.62 m

Weight

0.79 kg

Genetics

Olive
Tapir

Hunter
Bee

Lead
Smirch

Hatchday

Jun 18, 2013
(10 years)

Breed

Adult
Fae

Eye Type

Wind
Common

Level 16 Fae

EXP: 28130 / 71966

STR

AGI

DEF

QCK

INT

VIT

MND

Lineage

Parents

none

Offspring

Biography

T A R A C H

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Orientation
Straight

Gender
Male | he/him

Faceclaim
?

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Pronunciation
tah-RAHK

Meaning
Fletching: "dragonfly"

Alignment
Lawful Good

Mate: Akula

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PATRIARCH

"Akula Kanova, more beloved than life itself."

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BIOGRAPHY

Main Theme: "Now that it's over, I just want to hold her..."

______ Tarach was among the first dragons born from the beats of the Windsinger’s wings. He was created in a sweep of chiming air and laughter. Filled with bubbling joy, he spun around the Zephyr Steppes in flurries of sweet grass and peppermint leaves. The fae was young and in love with life and the world… and Akula.

Akula was also young and wild, then. She had ripped through the air with a ferocious, joyous screech. She and Tarach found each other in the stream of new dragons of every color spilling through the sky above the Windswept Plateau. It was unlike anything they would feel before or since; almost like a literal rope was binding them to one another from the leg. Fighting to reach each other across the current of dragons, each glimpse of one another’s eyes sent the dragons’ hearts pounding.

They finally reached one another and dropped out of the cloud of dragons, spiraling to the ground together and touching down with raucous laughter--this was where the Fletching clan began.

For weeks it was just Tarach and Akula, one fae and one mirror, green and purple. During the day Tarach built shelter for them out of sparkling sap while Akula hunted and explored the area round about. She soon discovered that they were close to the cliff’s edge over WindStar bay, and at night the two would venture to the horizon’s end to watch the glistening pink of the magical rocks in the sea. Within a month Tarach had built a whimsical little spire on the edge of the world, just for the two of them.

Life was happy then. Friends slowly drifted to them over the months, and with them Tarach built new additions to the tower, and it grew into a miniature palace on the edge of the cliffs. In the evenings, when the sun struck it just right, the fae sap lit up brilliantly, making the Fletching clan into a glittering set of spires like a beacon on the cliffs. Akula welcomed dragons of all sorts as they came, and mostly they stayed to themselves, building and stockpiling and learning about the outside world from travelers. It seemed that everything would always be just as it was, but better and better every day--that is, until one dark fall evening.

Windstorms are, of course, not uncommon in Wind territory, and this one was not particularly strong, but it will remain in Tarach’s nightmares as long as he lives. He and Akula had decided at last to have children. Their nest had three eggs in all, and Akula was excited beyond belief as she watched carefully over their nest atop the tower, where she could see the sun rise and set and where Tarach could easily bring food to her. It was the day the young dragons were just poking their snouts through their egg shells, and already wind was whistling along the cliffs. Akula tried to hasten the hatchlings along, as their process had already begun and she knew she couldn’t move the eggs. Slowly, achingly, heads and wings appeared, the children crying at the cold of the storm that was whipping up the edge of the tower. Tarach sat protectively on the edge of the spire, wings outspread to try to shield his family from the wind--to little avail.

He remembers clearly the hatchling that first laid slippery paws on the hardened floor and let out a tiny shriek as he tumbled from his nest--and toward the edge. Tarach reacted with swift precision, catching the hatchling before he could fall to his inevitable doom. The fae held his son safely--but in the process, his absence let a blast of wind cut across the nest. Two hatchlings wailed as they slid along the cured sap, tiny wings beating frantically in an instinctive attempt to save themselves. Akula dove wildly after them, and then disappeared over the edge with her two children.

Tarach screamed, but it was drowned out by his mate’s own cry. Wracked with dismay, the tiny fae clutched his child as he craned his neck in search of the light of his life. He could see no bodies on the ground, no wings in the air, nothing.

She was gone.

Later it would occur to Tarach that Akula and his two children might have been swept up by the current of the air pounding against the cliffs. But at the time, he railed against the Windsinger as he huddled atop the tower, clinging to the nest, sheltering the hatchling with his body until the world began to go black. He would have frozen to death there if Kimian, a fiery spiral, had not braved the storm to rescue him and bring him back into the shelter of the castle’s main building. The once bright fae succumbed to despair. The patriarch laid in the den he once shared with Akula day after day, wearing the scarf she had given him a week before her death, trying to catch one scrap of her scent again, somehow. But it was not to be. For the next two years, the Fletching Clan fell into darkness. No mirrors were permitted to approach Fletching territory.

~~~NEW BEGINNING

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______ The patriarch had been unable to recover from Akula's death. Only after a full year was he able to even consider taking another mate, but she, too, passed quickly on to the Windsinger in the ridgeback plague that swept the clan. The plague took their children as well, and once again Tarach was left alone. Then, after many years of mourning and battling mirrors out of the Fletching clan, Tarach's prayers to the Windsinger were finally answered.

He thought at first that he was dreaming. It wasn't an uncommon occurrence for Tarach to see his old mate in his dreams, though he didn't think that she'd ever appeared in the newest lair, with all the dragons of the clan surrounding her. Tarach hovered, staring, above the cluster of crystalline tree sap that served as his place of brooding. As he felt a warm breeze on his face and the subtlest whisper of a phrase in a language he couldn't understand, he slowly came to the realization that he wasn't dreaming. Akula was alive.

The dragons who had been clustered around the lithe purple mirror all hushed and backed away at Tarach's approach. Akula herself smiled--something softer than the mischievous grins Tarach remembered. He couldn't bring himself to speak, or to do anything but stare, for that matter, but in that moment, something in the entire clan shifted. Everything would be all right--for now, at least.

In the years since Akula’s resurrection, she and Tarach’s roles as patriarch and matriarch have faded. Once ruling the Fletching Clan, the two passed leadership to their descendant, Amdiffyn. The young queen has inherited more than her share of woes with the troubled clan, but Tarach and Akula are old now, and can do little more than advise her. The two mostly stay to themselves, trying to enjoy old age together despite the tragedy around them.

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