Freyia
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Old love does not corrode.
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Personal Style
Apparel
Skin
Scene
Measurements
Length
3.19 m
Wingspan
6.23 m
Weight
407.93 kg
Genetics
Swamp
Skink
Skink
Honey
Constellation
Constellation
Goldenrod
Runes
Runes
Hatchday
Breed
Eye Type
Level 3 Skydancer
EXP: 526 / 1401
STR
18
AGI
5
DEF
4
QCK
9
INT
9
VIT
4
MND
9
Biography
The music and singing slowly fades as a young skydancer steps down off a raised beautifully grassy hill. Behind her, beyond the hill is a pool of water with small trickles of water feeding it and the lush vegetation surrounding the cave. Her mate, Sandor, comes up to her, wrapping his cloak around her shaky frame. The sound of rich laughter is heard in the distance as her clanmates head down to the Keeper's Feast at the Sanctuary.
Freyia looks up at Sandor and sighs. She cups his face. "Sandor, I am fine as always. I am just a little emotional and tired. Connecting with him... with our Earthshaker always leaves me this way you know that," she said.
His frown deepened even more but he nodded.
Freyia looks up at Sandor and sighs. She cups his face. "Sandor, I am fine as always. I am just a little emotional and tired. Connecting with him... with our Earthshaker always leaves me this way you know that," she said.
His frown deepened even more but he nodded.
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Snarling, Sandor whipped around, throwing himself in front of Freyia in a protective stance. Freyia tucked herself behind his formidable form. She was in no shape to help. She felt him relax and opened her eyes as Sandor moved out of the way.
"Freyia..." Sandor sighed as the young priestess rushed over to the baby baku who was creating quite a ruckus upon seeing her.
She began looking him, letting the baby's trunk grab her claws and drag her quite a ways, with Sandor following behind. She spots a dragon! And not one of their clan. Regardless, her hands begin glowing a faint amber color. Her eyes closed as she searched for his wounds magically to assess what she needed to do.
The baby baku ran past Freyia on to Sandor, reaching up and tap, tap, tapping his large leg with his tiny blue trunk. Sandor sighed before frowning and kneeling down. The baby baku scrambled up Sandor's long neck to rest on his shoulder. He nestled in to his fur, holding with his trunk and propped his head up on to Sandor's strong muscular shoulder.
"Let's get him back to the house Freyia."
She nods as she opens her eyes, brushing away the blood tears. "Yes, the faster we do the quicker he will heal."
Your head feels fuzzy, and your mouth feels as if you have been chewing cotton. You struggle to open your eyes as bright light hits them. Slowly you begin to crack them open before finally being able to take in your surroundings. You’re in some sort of stone structure, a prison maybe? Soft blue light streams through a window, a light breeze gently blowing the sheer curtains around. Shelves filled with all sorts of jars and drying herbs were strewn throughout the room. A large table lay haphazardly pushed to one side.
You shift, making the blanket that had been covering you fall to the ground. You are sore, but nothing seems to be broken. You sit up, blinking a few times to steady your vision. The sound of a door opening and shutting quickly startles you. Grabbing for the blanket, throwing it over yourself, you begin to fake being asleep.
The door that had been cracked to your room opens, and in walks a beautiful Skydancer. She flits over to the window and pushes the curtains back gently, careful of making noise. Her beautiful golden headdress chiming as she moves, the sound songlike and calming you, as you watched her move about. She began taking herbs out of her pouch, hanging them to dry. You notice a snake slithering around her neck, and another hanging from the tip of a wing. You close your eyes before opening them to a squint again, not sure what to think of it.
“How are you feeling?” she suddenly asks, back turned towards you as she reaches up to a high shelf before carefully selecting a bottle.
You jump slightly before coughing and slowly moving to a sitting position.
“Where…” you frown and shift your heavy cotton tongue in your mouth, “am I?”
She turns to you, a soft smile on her face. She comes forward, grabbing a mug and a pitcher of water before pouring a glass and sprinkling in a sparkly amber powder into the drink. Slowly she walks towards you, her glittering golden wings seeming to shift and swirl as she walked. Sitting down next to you she hands you the mug. “This is my home, and I am a healer. Drink this, it will ease some of your stiffness.”
You eye her slowly, the familiar scent of warm honey, vanilla, and sandalwood hits your nose. You look down at the beautiful golden drink. You slowly tip it to your mouth, tasting the smooth, velvety, sweet tea. You look down at the remaining tea leaves and gasp. Beautiful jewel toned leaves glimmer up at you. “May I see it?” she asks.
You nod and hand her the cup. She looks down, her expression giving nothing away as she studies them. She smiles sweetly before setting the cup down. “What was that?” you ask.
“Foxglove.”
Your eyes widen and you grab at your throat. Yet, you don’t feel anything. You turn your gaze to her questioningly.
“The foxglove here in this cave possess magic,” she says, reaching into her satchel and pulling out a few of the flowers and leaves. She hands them to you, they feel soft against your scales. “The leaves here are not poisonous as they are outside of this cavern. The flower tastes of ambrosia, the leaves are blank slates. They posses their own store of magic, clean and pure, and when I imbue them with some of my magic,” she says as she swirls two talons together over the leaves, slowly black smoke with flecks of amber, swirls out of her and down her talons, and into the leaves, “I can use their magic to amplify whatever spell I cast on them.”
She hands you one of the leaves and a flower. She grabs the same. Then she places them in her mouth, and eats them. She laughs and shakes her head, smiling. You hesitantly place the leaf and flower in your mouth and begin chewing. First there is no taste, but as you chew more you realize that slowly there is some sort of taste. Suddenly there is a burst of flavor and your eyes grow wide as the flavor of one of your favorite foods dances across your tongue. You look at her, and laugh as she did. She laughs again. “It is just children’s magic, but it is still fun,” she winks at you and raises to her feet. “Would you like to meet the others?”
She reaches out a beautifully clawed hand for you to take, and you stare at it for a time. Countless thoughts running through your head.
You grab her hand, and you slowly raise to your feet. You’re body felt better and you felt nervous, yet excited as she leads you from her home.
The scene before you makes you gasp. What you thought was the beautiful morning light was actually a large cavern filled with gems and crystals. The light from the glowing flora surrounding the large stone fortress (you think?) shines upon the gorgeous gems casting the comforting, bright, sunlike light around the cave. A purple mist dances lightly around your feet, making you smile. “Is it always like this?” you breathe as you turn, taking in your surroundings fully. A wide smile graces your lips as you close your eyes, almost as if you can feel sunlight upon your face.
“Yes, it is.” she walks past you to the edge of what seems to be a tunnel. “This,” she gestures around to the purple haze, “is dense magic. It is a barrier, protecting this clan's flora and fauna from harm,” following her gaze you see another tunnel across the room, this one spilling bright light into the entrance of the room. “It creates the harsh winds outside of the protection of the mountains, it feeds the living forest we have as well.”
You look back to the dark tunnel Freyia is in front of. She looks back at you before disappearing into the dark. You quickly follow, using scent to catch up to her.
Her soft voice comforts you as she continues. “You are within Clegane's Keep. My mate, Sandor, is the chieftain here, and he will want to speak with you now that you are better.” Your eyes have adjusted, and you can see her attire twinkling in the cavern lights. Reaching another entrance, she steps forward before spreading her wings and looking back at you, smiling that same sweet smile you’ve grown used to. “You may fly safely here, in one of our largest caverns,” she nods towards the ceiling where a beautiful bright orb swirling with bright purple and white fog resided. This large light was actually a giant ball of magic, you realized.
She launches herself from the edge of a cliff, her beautiful shimmering wings glimmering as she descends towards a small town you now notice. And a river! With a waterfall! You stare for a moment, overwhelmed with the beauty of this underground place.
You look to your right, you could take the stone staircase following the cave walls down below, or you could fly.
You take a deep breath before taking off after her.
Snarling, Sandor whipped around, throwing himself in front of Freyia in a protective stance. Freyia tucked herself behind his formidable form. She was in no shape to help. She felt him relax and opened her eyes as Sandor moved out of the way.
"Freyia..." Sandor sighed as the young priestess rushed over to the baby baku who was creating quite a ruckus upon seeing her.
She began looking him, letting the baby's trunk grab her claws and drag her quite a ways, with Sandor following behind. She spots a dragon! And not one of their clan. Regardless, her hands begin glowing a faint amber color. Her eyes closed as she searched for his wounds magically to assess what she needed to do.
The baby baku ran past Freyia on to Sandor, reaching up and tap, tap, tapping his large leg with his tiny blue trunk. Sandor sighed before frowning and kneeling down. The baby baku scrambled up Sandor's long neck to rest on his shoulder. He nestled in to his fur, holding with his trunk and propped his head up on to Sandor's strong muscular shoulder.
"Let's get him back to the house Freyia."
She nods as she opens her eyes, brushing away the blood tears. "Yes, the faster we do the quicker he will heal."
Your head feels fuzzy, and your mouth feels as if you have been chewing cotton. You struggle to open your eyes as bright light hits them. Slowly you begin to crack them open before finally being able to take in your surroundings. You’re in some sort of stone structure, a prison maybe? Soft blue light streams through a window, a light breeze gently blowing the sheer curtains around. Shelves filled with all sorts of jars and drying herbs were strewn throughout the room. A large table lay haphazardly pushed to one side.
You shift, making the blanket that had been covering you fall to the ground. You are sore, but nothing seems to be broken. You sit up, blinking a few times to steady your vision. The sound of a door opening and shutting quickly startles you. Grabbing for the blanket, throwing it over yourself, you begin to fake being asleep.
The door that had been cracked to your room opens, and in walks a beautiful Skydancer. She flits over to the window and pushes the curtains back gently, careful of making noise. Her beautiful golden headdress chiming as she moves, the sound songlike and calming you, as you watched her move about. She began taking herbs out of her pouch, hanging them to dry. You notice a snake slithering around her neck, and another hanging from the tip of a wing. You close your eyes before opening them to a squint again, not sure what to think of it.
“How are you feeling?” she suddenly asks, back turned towards you as she reaches up to a high shelf before carefully selecting a bottle.
You jump slightly before coughing and slowly moving to a sitting position.
“Where…” you frown and shift your heavy cotton tongue in your mouth, “am I?”
She turns to you, a soft smile on her face. She comes forward, grabbing a mug and a pitcher of water before pouring a glass and sprinkling in a sparkly amber powder into the drink. Slowly she walks towards you, her glittering golden wings seeming to shift and swirl as she walked. Sitting down next to you she hands you the mug. “This is my home, and I am a healer. Drink this, it will ease some of your stiffness.”
You eye her slowly, the familiar scent of warm honey, vanilla, and sandalwood hits your nose. You look down at the beautiful golden drink. You slowly tip it to your mouth, tasting the smooth, velvety, sweet tea. You look down at the remaining tea leaves and gasp. Beautiful jewel toned leaves glimmer up at you. “May I see it?” she asks.
You nod and hand her the cup. She looks down, her expression giving nothing away as she studies them. She smiles sweetly before setting the cup down. “What was that?” you ask.
“Foxglove.”
Your eyes widen and you grab at your throat. Yet, you don’t feel anything. You turn your gaze to her questioningly.
“The foxglove here in this cave possess magic,” she says, reaching into her satchel and pulling out a few of the flowers and leaves. She hands them to you, they feel soft against your scales. “The leaves here are not poisonous as they are outside of this cavern. The flower tastes of ambrosia, the leaves are blank slates. They posses their own store of magic, clean and pure, and when I imbue them with some of my magic,” she says as she swirls two talons together over the leaves, slowly black smoke with flecks of amber, swirls out of her and down her talons, and into the leaves, “I can use their magic to amplify whatever spell I cast on them.”
She hands you one of the leaves and a flower. She grabs the same. Then she places them in her mouth, and eats them. She laughs and shakes her head, smiling. You hesitantly place the leaf and flower in your mouth and begin chewing. First there is no taste, but as you chew more you realize that slowly there is some sort of taste. Suddenly there is a burst of flavor and your eyes grow wide as the flavor of one of your favorite foods dances across your tongue. You look at her, and laugh as she did. She laughs again. “It is just children’s magic, but it is still fun,” she winks at you and raises to her feet. “Would you like to meet the others?”
She reaches out a beautifully clawed hand for you to take, and you stare at it for a time. Countless thoughts running through your head.
You grab her hand, and you slowly raise to your feet. You’re body felt better and you felt nervous, yet excited as she leads you from her home.
The scene before you makes you gasp. What you thought was the beautiful morning light was actually a large cavern filled with gems and crystals. The light from the glowing flora surrounding the large stone fortress (you think?) shines upon the gorgeous gems casting the comforting, bright, sunlike light around the cave. A purple mist dances lightly around your feet, making you smile. “Is it always like this?” you breathe as you turn, taking in your surroundings fully. A wide smile graces your lips as you close your eyes, almost as if you can feel sunlight upon your face.
“Yes, it is.” she walks past you to the edge of what seems to be a tunnel. “This,” she gestures around to the purple haze, “is dense magic. It is a barrier, protecting this clan's flora and fauna from harm,” following her gaze you see another tunnel across the room, this one spilling bright light into the entrance of the room. “It creates the harsh winds outside of the protection of the mountains, it feeds the living forest we have as well.”
You look back to the dark tunnel Freyia is in front of. She looks back at you before disappearing into the dark. You quickly follow, using scent to catch up to her.
Her soft voice comforts you as she continues. “You are within Clegane's Keep. My mate, Sandor, is the chieftain here, and he will want to speak with you now that you are better.” Your eyes have adjusted, and you can see her attire twinkling in the cavern lights. Reaching another entrance, she steps forward before spreading her wings and looking back at you, smiling that same sweet smile you’ve grown used to. “You may fly safely here, in one of our largest caverns,” she nods towards the ceiling where a beautiful bright orb swirling with bright purple and white fog resided. This large light was actually a giant ball of magic, you realized.
She launches herself from the edge of a cliff, her beautiful shimmering wings glimmering as she descends towards a small town you now notice. And a river! With a waterfall! You stare for a moment, overwhelmed with the beauty of this underground place.
You look to your right, you could take the stone staircase following the cave walls down below, or you could fly.
You take a deep breath before taking off after her.
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