Moon
(#19097980)
Level 1 Wildclaw
Familiar
Crowned Bonepriest
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Energy: 50/50
This dragon’s natural inborn element is Water.
Male Wildclaw
This dragon is hibernating.
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Personal Style
Apparel
Skin
Scene
Measurements
Length
5.52 m
Wingspan
9.02 m
Weight
627.67 kg
Genetics
Obsidian
Crystal
Crystal
Platinum
Facet
Facet
Obsidian
Circuit
Circuit
Hatchday
Breed
Eye Type
Level 1 Wildclaw
EXP: 0 / 245
STR
8
AGI
9
DEF
6
QCK
5
INT
5
VIT
6
MND
6
Biography
Darkness' Oath
The Wheel of Dark Neon Wings
The Wheel of Dark Neon Wings
Myth
Once upon a time there was a dragon that wooed the moon. The moon smiled down at him but would not be swayed. Still, she appreciated his courting and gifted him with a crystalline body that reflected and scattered her light. She made his tertiary stretch from his body to his wings in the memory of how he offered his love up to her.
Once upon a time there was a dragon that wooed the moon. The moon smiled down at him but would not be swayed. Still, she appreciated his courting and gifted him with a crystalline body that reflected and scattered her light. She made his tertiary stretch from his body to his wings in the memory of how he offered his love up to her.
Moon's Descent
As a hatchling he had always preferred night to day. He hunted in the dark and slept trough the day. His parents accepted this until he was a well-grown youth and sat by his desk and wrote poetry to the moon. He made several sketches of it, which they found nice and creative, but poetry? He** no.
What his parents could not see was the skydancer that was the moon. Her sleek dark body was in the shadow of her brilliant wings. It was she that he adored, but he never showed his parents his sketches of her. He could see her silks, draped elegantly around her body. He knew from the way she moved she was an intelligent and strong female. It was this dragon he wooed, but from which he got no immediate answer. He wrote her songs and poetry, and made her detailed portraits. After a year, under a full moon, he collected all his moon-related works into a single volume. He went to the highest point he knew and stood for the whole night reading and singing to her, holding his work up for her to grab. It should have taken more than one night to perform all his works, but the moon moved slower this night. It was the longest night of the year, and probably the longest in history as well.
When the sun fought its way up the horizon Selene finally descended. "You have touched me with your love, and I am sad to decline. But do not be sad, for you have made my burden a joy. I love your voice and your works, and will recite them when I feel down. You shall reflect and scatter my light, like I reflect the sun and have scattered your dream. Your inner soul shall be shown, like you have shown your love to me." She kissed him on both cheeks before retreating to the sky, waiting for her sister to catch up.
Strangely enough he did not feel heartbroken. She had always oved her, but known they could not be. She loved his poetry and portraits, and had even taken them with her to the sky! He was bursting with pride even as tears rolled down his cheeks. His muscles aced and he lay down in the nearest even spot he could find. The next night he vowed to the moon to never stop writing. If not to her, he would still make works from his heart. He would try and touch others with his works. One could say his spirit had finally come down to earth.
Like a gentle breeze that rolled over the land his story became widely known. It was nor the begging or the end, but it was his career's beginning. His works still sell well, but as time few by the legend faded to myth. Even as customers bid over each other for his sought-after works they don't remember what he got famous for. All they remember is that it had something to do with the moon, and therefore they have nicknamed him so.
As a hatchling he had always preferred night to day. He hunted in the dark and slept trough the day. His parents accepted this until he was a well-grown youth and sat by his desk and wrote poetry to the moon. He made several sketches of it, which they found nice and creative, but poetry? He** no.
What his parents could not see was the skydancer that was the moon. Her sleek dark body was in the shadow of her brilliant wings. It was she that he adored, but he never showed his parents his sketches of her. He could see her silks, draped elegantly around her body. He knew from the way she moved she was an intelligent and strong female. It was this dragon he wooed, but from which he got no immediate answer. He wrote her songs and poetry, and made her detailed portraits. After a year, under a full moon, he collected all his moon-related works into a single volume. He went to the highest point he knew and stood for the whole night reading and singing to her, holding his work up for her to grab. It should have taken more than one night to perform all his works, but the moon moved slower this night. It was the longest night of the year, and probably the longest in history as well.
When the sun fought its way up the horizon Selene finally descended. "You have touched me with your love, and I am sad to decline. But do not be sad, for you have made my burden a joy. I love your voice and your works, and will recite them when I feel down. You shall reflect and scatter my light, like I reflect the sun and have scattered your dream. Your inner soul shall be shown, like you have shown your love to me." She kissed him on both cheeks before retreating to the sky, waiting for her sister to catch up.
Strangely enough he did not feel heartbroken. She had always oved her, but known they could not be. She loved his poetry and portraits, and had even taken them with her to the sky! He was bursting with pride even as tears rolled down his cheeks. His muscles aced and he lay down in the nearest even spot he could find. The next night he vowed to the moon to never stop writing. If not to her, he would still make works from his heart. He would try and touch others with his works. One could say his spirit had finally come down to earth.
Like a gentle breeze that rolled over the land his story became widely known. It was nor the begging or the end, but it was his career's beginning. His works still sell well, but as time few by the legend faded to myth. Even as customers bid over each other for his sought-after works they don't remember what he got famous for. All they remember is that it had something to do with the moon, and therefore they have nicknamed him so.
Darkness' Oath
As his journeys went, he met a dragon named Miss Conception. They got along well and travelled together to the Shifting Expanse. She was on her way to a clan called the Powergem. He had never heard of it, and was happy to follow her to the entrance.
He wandered around in the Tempest Spire and the alien constructions. It was not something of old poetry, but certainly something for the modern. He studied the people, the life, the very soul of the busy people. He sat down in the midst of a platza and watched. He wrote and sketched, and when the ligth got dimmer he rose and started to sing. I was a new kind of ballad, describing a busy family. The father worked in the spire, the mother as a merchant. The children was often alone, but though the parents often was too tired to show their children the affection they felt, the children knew that they were loved. The crowd looked at him in awe, and for a brief moment the everflowing crowd stood still.
As the sun dipped under the horizon and he could see the rim of the ligth of the moon, he hurried back to the Powergem. He would stay for there for the nigth. Though his stay was meant to be temporary, he found himself coming back to the Powergem and Miss Conception quite often. There were always so much happening in the Shifting Expanse, and so he had a study supply of inspiration. He would still travel the world regularly, but his address was changed to the Powergem along with his heart.
As his journeys went, he met a dragon named Miss Conception. They got along well and travelled together to the Shifting Expanse. She was on her way to a clan called the Powergem. He had never heard of it, and was happy to follow her to the entrance.
He wandered around in the Tempest Spire and the alien constructions. It was not something of old poetry, but certainly something for the modern. He studied the people, the life, the very soul of the busy people. He sat down in the midst of a platza and watched. He wrote and sketched, and when the ligth got dimmer he rose and started to sing. I was a new kind of ballad, describing a busy family. The father worked in the spire, the mother as a merchant. The children was often alone, but though the parents often was too tired to show their children the affection they felt, the children knew that they were loved. The crowd looked at him in awe, and for a brief moment the everflowing crowd stood still.
As the sun dipped under the horizon and he could see the rim of the ligth of the moon, he hurried back to the Powergem. He would stay for there for the nigth. Though his stay was meant to be temporary, he found himself coming back to the Powergem and Miss Conception quite often. There were always so much happening in the Shifting Expanse, and so he had a study supply of inspiration. He would still travel the world regularly, but his address was changed to the Powergem along with his heart.
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[color=#3BA0A1]"Before you leave, you must promise us one thing, ok?" Her mother looked sternly at her, but she could smell both sadness and happiness in her, which was confusing. "Ok", she muttered, a bit nervous. "Promise us that you will get the life you truly want. " She promised to do so, and flew into the night.
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