Lurker

(#5880259)
Level 11 Guardian
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Death Seeker
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Energy: 0/50
This dragon’s natural inborn element is Shadow.
Female Guardian
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Personal Style

Apparel

Enchanted Raven Necklace
Conjurer's Cobwebs
Bleak Birdskull Wingpiece
Skeletal Chimes
Mysterious Cowl
Bleak Birdskull Necklace
Bleak Birdskull Headdress
Moonglow Thorns
Bramble Mantle
Raven Woodtrail
The Emperor's New Clothes

Skin

Accent: Scavengers Gear

Scene

Measurements

Length
18.29 m
Wingspan
14.54 m
Weight
10721.12 kg

Genetics

Primary Gene
Obsidian
Tiger
Obsidian
Tiger
Secondary Gene
Shadow
Shimmer
Shadow
Shimmer
Tertiary Gene
Obsidian
Crackle
Obsidian
Crackle

Hatchday

Hatchday
Aug 24, 2014
(9 years)

Breed

Breed
Adult
Guardian

Eye Type

Eye Type
Shadow
Common
Level 11 Guardian
EXP: 31080 / 34264
Scratch
Shred
STR
7
AGI
6
DEF
8
QCK
5
INT
5
VIT
8
MND
6

Lineage

Parents

Offspring

  • none

Biography

Birthplace
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Hoards
Omen Seeker

Role:
Oracle

Mate:
None

Songs
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Lurker
Decisive || Strong || Caring

Her parents might have had another name for her, but she couldn’t remember a time when anyone had ever used it. It seemed she had always been Lurker, for that was what she’d done best: lurk. She was forever prowling through the shadows, ear frills a-quiver, listening and watching for...for what?

There were only so many things the five senses could pick up. Lurker began her research into the fabled secret senses only the birds and beasts could boast. Perhaps something of those senses existed in her to begin with: When she was a young dragoness, barely grown, a Death Seeker spiraled out of the sky. It came down like a lazily falling leaf, flaring its wings at the last instant. As Lurker bent in curiosity, the bird reared back, and the eye on its belly opened wider and wider, till Lurker’s reflection filled it. The Seeker parted its beak...and for the first time, Lurker understood the language of birds.

“Friend,” it whispered; and as if it were a signal, the air filled with the susurrus and flutter of a hundred avian voices. Seekers of storms and death, squalls...and omens. They swirled out of the shadows like so many pieces of ash, gently brushing Lurker’s face with their wings. Amidst the darkness, their eyes opened and closed. They looked upon her with understanding, for she, too, was a seeker. Their eyes were not ones that saw only worldly things. They looked back...and they looked beyond. Lurker looked ahead, too, and saw not only her life’s path but also the trails others would tread. It was as easy as looking upon a tree and realizing it would bloom again next spring or topple over in the frost.

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Lurker’s Sight was not as absolute as the vision of the gods, but it enabled her to guide and advise those who came to her. Many of them stayed, promising to aid her as she had aided them. It wasn’t long before her small following grew into an actual clan. Many dragons regarded them with awe and not a little fear. Despite being situated in the Sunbeam Ruins, the lair was always blanketed by dark and croaking birds. Their beady eyes idly opened and shut, but the orbs in their chests remained still, as rigid as glass. No one ever saw them blink.

Many things were whispered about Lurker: “She speaks to the birds.” — “They serve as her eyes.” At dusk the air filled with noise as the Seekers whirled skywards. They chattered and called to each other as they went. Only when they returned at dawn would blessed silence descend.

Perhaps these things were true...perhaps not. Respected as Lurker was for her Sight, she was regarded even more highly for her attention to duty, her devotion to her clan. “Lurker the Oracle, Lurker the Seer,” outsiders called her. Those within the clan had a simpler, more profound name for her: “Clan Mother” or more tellingly, “Mother.”

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Seer—one who sees. It’s right there in the word. But what of that elusive term: Mother?

One winter evening, Lurker cast the runes. It must be said she did not need them, for her Sight told her everything she needed to know. But the runes gave her visions credence, or so she felt.

She watched them fall together, four ominous signs, and her eyes darkened. There was a child outside, a child who needed her. Blind and possibly broken, abandoned in the dead of winter by her family. “You should abandon her, too. Cast her away,” the Seekers whispered. The runes said the same thing: That child would become a monster.

But the Mother in her railed against the part of her known as Seer. Perhaps it was the pride, too, that defeated it: Mother Lurker was now an aged dragoness, and in the years before, she had raised many different dragons. They had walked the straight and narrow paths....She was determined that this new hatchling would, too. “I will care for her,” she decided, glaring defiantly at the flock. “This dark vision will not come to pass.”

There was a brief, startled silence. And then with disbelieving screams, the Seekers beat their wings. They tumbled off their perches, tearing through the night, and this time they struck Lurker with her wings, slapping against her cheeks, her eyes. She stood firm, unrelenting, secure in her capabilities as Mother, as Leader of the Clan.

The Seekers rushed out and were lost within the evening sky. They did not return the next day, nor the day after that....Trust in the Sight had been broken, and it would not be an easy thing to mend.

Lurker’s Sight was always true. She could see futures the way one sees if a tree will bloom again next spring or topple over in the frost. But the truth of her Sight was limited, and where there are limits, there is room for error. Sometimes trees topple in storms. Sometimes fires scorch them to death.

For Lurker, the winter had only just begun.
~ written by Disillusionist (254672)
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Possessions:
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