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Aliya

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Unknown Sage (No Gnarlhorns Yet)

Energy: 50/50

Personal Style

Skin

Scene

Physical Attributes

Battle Stats

Measurements

Length

13.05 m

Wingspan

5.82 m

Weight

6890.12 kg

Genetics

Sky
Mosaic (Gaoler)

Hatchday

Feb 10, 2019
(5 years)

Breed

Adult
Gaoler

Eye Type

Ice
Multi-Gaze

Level 1 Gaoler

EXP: 0 / 245

STR

AGI

DEF

QCK

INT

VIT

MND

Lineage

Parents

Crusty
Flow

Offspring

none

Biography

Aliya
born Hlín
The Gaoler

A Tale of Times Earned

I don’t know where I am.

I remember where I had been. How could I forget the traitor that brought the four-headed beast down upon our tribe? And yet, after it struck our ice cavern, I remember not what happened. Not entirely.

I still remember my fight with the beast, wings flared and claws sharpened for war. I remember the head of green, with eyes of Light that somehow rained fire down upon me. I remember the scar I left her as she sent me crashing to the ice, and I remember Óðinn himself leaping in my place. I even remember his son’s cry as the legendary Battler fell to the wolf-like head I’d scarred mere moments before.

After that, I recall nothing more. Just the land of our Father of Ice as he wrapped me in his embrace. I recall the whispers I heard there, of condolence for my fallen sisters. Yet, strangely, when I believed I was to join them, I awoke.

I recognize the signs. I was frozen, like the hatchlings in our caverns of ice. I can’t help but feel a shudder of disgust run through me at that. I, a Battler, a Valkyrie, was frozen like a bald youngling!

I can hear voices around me, but they don’t have the same tone as my sisters. One stands out above the rest, and I turn my attention to it.

“All of you, quiet! This a decision for our leaders, not you. But, as her guard, I can tell you now both will likely accept her into the clan.”

Did she mention a clan? What in our Father’s name is a clan? Perhaps it’s like a tribe. I can hear muttering from others, seemingly unwilling to accept this. I don’t blame them. They aren’t like me, and it is still taking some time for my vision to return. I haven’t even tried to open my eyes yet.

“Need I remind you that most of you were once like her?”

I hear her list what must be names, though they certainly don’t sound like names to me, and denotes an incident, tragedy, or in some cases pure hospitality for each one. In each case, no matter how strange their circumstances may be, they were still accepted as a member of these Wanderers. It only makes me curious.

“Besides, I’m sure Voiken is quite pleased to have a patient of her own.”

I can hear some chuckles at this. Perhaps this Voiken is a healer of sorts, though by the sound of it, she spends more time as a patient than a healer herself.

“Who says she won’t send Voiken straight back to Redmoon? We’re sick and tired of seeing her leave that den of Necromancy every moon!”

Necromancy?! I can feel my wet fur rising at that. If there is a necromancer here, then there will be trouble, just like with her own kin.

“That won’t happen.”

How could that sister be so calm? She spoke of leaders, yet she sounds like a leader herself.

“And why not? She’s not like us! She’s like those others we found! I still don’t feel comfortable around Anwir.”

It is the same voice of dissent I’ve heard before, but I can tell now that he’s afraid. I can hear it in his voice.

“Yes, and Lushbane has her claws full with Anwir and healing him. This one isn’t a hatchling, Winter.”

Winter. Her name is simple, but icy. It sounds akin to the names of the Children of Water, ancient creatures even to me. I almost want to snap at this new voice, spouting squeaky dissent from the crowd, but I know I cannot do much now. Not without my vision.

“That is why I’ll stay with Voiken. I’m the strongest among us, and I know I can keep the young apprentice safe. I carried Anwir from his own watery prison, after all. Or do you doubt my loyalty to our clan?”

I can hear the silence in the room, interrupted only by the dripping of the ice in my fur.

“It’s settled then. I’ll watch over this one as Voiken tends to her. The rest of you, go back to what you were doing before. We still need to eat tonight, after all, and I doubt Lushbane would like it if she heard you all had impaired her apprentice by bothering her with a patient.”

I can hear the murmurs of consent as the others leave. There is silence once more, but now I can hear something else. Something small lands atop my antlers, parting my fur and murmuring about herbs. This must be Voiken. I’ve never heard such a level voice before. It almost sounds lifeless, yet I can hear an inflection behind it that reminds me of the kinder days of my youth, akin to a spring breeze.

“How is she?”

There is a pause as the small one stops. I can imagine a small insect sitting atop my horns, glaring at this Winter. Even I know better than to question a Healer.

“I think she’ll be fine, though I can’t understand the red in her fur. I’d say it was blood, but with how we found her, that’d be impossible. There’s a chance it stained her coat, but even then, it shouldn’t be so vibrant. I can tell she was last in battle, however. Even scars cannot heal when frozen in ice. It takes fire for it to heal faster, and even then I can see the tinge of flames where they’d burned her coat.”

Red? I didn’t start out red. I was blue, with a coat that made even the most beautiful Valkyrie envious of me, whether I liked it or not.

“What about her eyes?”

It is certainly wise of Winter to ask that. I know that I need to try opening them soon, and perhaps with so few drakes around, it’ll be easier to adjust to my surroundings. I feel the small figure land atop my nose.

I don’t wait for her command. I open my eyes.

Every last one.

I can tell they’re frightened of me, which is no surprise. My sisters even feared me for the eyes that ran down my sides. I couldn’t blame them, and I can’t blame the dragons before me. I’m sure they’ll want a name for me, and I doubt my name will do for them, what with the names I heard before.

I speak, breaking the silence.

“Hello Voiken, Winter. I am Aliya. Now, I apologize for my curtness, but may I ask where in the Eight I am?”

Looked like this as Hlín

Needs Gaoler, Mosaic, Breakup, and Gnarlhorns.

Looked like this before genes were applied.

Adopted from the Writer's Hatchery

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