Tolkien
(#29624211)
Level 2 Skydancer
Familiar
Arcane Sprite
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Energy: 50/50
This dragon’s natural inborn element is Arcane.
Male Skydancer
This dragon is hibernating.
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Personal Style
Apparel
Skin
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Measurements
Length
5.5 m
Wingspan
3.45 m
Weight
419.54 kg
Genetics
Radioactive
Basic
Basic
Latte
Basic
Basic
Cottoncandy
Basic
Basic
Hatchday
Breed
Eye Type
Level 2 Skydancer
EXP: 440 / 641
STR
7
AGI
6
DEF
7
QCK
6
INT
6
VIT
6
MND
7
Lineage
Parents
- none
Offspring
- none
Biography
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“The world is full of magic things, patiently waiting for our senses to grow sharper.”
― W.B. Yeats
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It was unusually warm outside for an early fall night in Sornieth. Tolkien took wide strides in between the grand pillars, his Arcane Sprite, Alnitak, close by on his left flank. He felt like tonight would be perfect for mapping the skies, gazing into the unknown cosmos, but he had brought blindness upon himself that he was still paying for. “Alnitak?” Tolkien said, checking for the quiet creature. | _____ |
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“Yes, Tolkien?” Alnitak answered, and with a bit of a cocky tone. He was reading over a tome, one of the few he managed to keep from Tolkien as he traded them from braille copies. “The sky, how does it look tonight? Worthy of noting in our tomes?” Alnitak paused closing his tome to look to the sky. Deep green mixed into the depths of the purples. Blue stars sprinkling overhead, and the proud moon standing bright in the limelight. “Yes,” he murmured in awe. “If only you could see it once.” Tolkien remained quiet, his mind coping to the black wall of his vision, painting with the pigment of colors within his imagination. His sky contained luxurious purples and soft pinks, like a sunset at dusk. The sun peeking just over the horizon, wanting the attention. Stars dotted the brink of the incoming clouds. Tolkien smiled and closed his eyelids. As Tolkien took a blissful zone, clouds brewed overhead swirling to cloak the moonlight. Alnitak noticed them as the unsettling winds that picked up around his fluttered his wings. “Tolkien, we may need to get to the observatory,” Alnitak said, his voice quivering. He felt a presence, powerful magic surrounded them and he was certain it wasn’t Tolkien. In fact, Tolkien was oblivious to the oncoming storm, and it worried Alnitak. Grabbing for his companions telescope, he put it to his eye, examining the nebulae above. But to his surprise, he was not greeted with beauty. A darkened, spindly-limbed Wyrm rested behind the blanket of the clouds watching. Waiting. "Tolkien!”, Alnitak yelped, snapping Tolkien away before he was discovered by whom he knew. He felt around him, wind separating his feathered wings and tousling his fur. His telescope gave an unremitting rattle that quickened his heartbeat. “Alnitak, lead me to the observatory, now!” Tolkien commanded. “What is going on with the weather? Is this your magic at work? Can’t you just call it off?” “This isn’t mine! It’s the Arcanist!” Alnitak’s face went pale, he knew that the next few moments to come weren’t ones to look forward to. They both fled to Tolkien’s observatory, but anywhere they went in the Arcane Realm, He would be watching them. The wind had picked up, trying to throw them out of the sky. Lightning tied to touch them but they were just fast enough to escape it. They neared the observatory, flying over the threatening, jutting spires that stood above the rocky ocean. Tolkien landed, galloping to the door and heaving it open. Inside was packed with open tomes, scattered loose notes, and a single goldened telescope to size the Arcanist’s very own. He hurried across to the stairs, he felt Alnitak fly between his feet and up the stair. Tolkien reached the top without tripping over anything, he knew his home by heart. And now it was threatened by his impatience for knowledge. He should’ve known he went too far, that there is only so close you can come to the line. They both came to the upper floor, with a vast window on the far east side for stargazing. Alnitak gave a shark squeak. When they left the window was fastened shut. Now, the weary Wyrm: the Arcanist, was waiting for them, his head bowed in, barely fitting in the unaccommodating room. “Tolkien,” The Arcanist boomed. He arched an eyebrow. Tolkien's heart threatened to burst from his chest. He couldn’t escape. “Arcanist.” his addressed the wyrm, trying not to let his fear show through. “I banished you from your studies beneath me for a reason. I was trying to keep you safe, away from the Shade. I didn’t want you to follow in my footsteps, because power comes at a price.” The Arcanist told Tolkien. Then, he looked to Alnitak and showed a solemn face of disappointment at the Sprite. “Sorry, Arcanist.” Tolkien apologized. He had expected a completely different reaction from the deity. “You mustn't speak of this to any dragon. Earthshaker would not be pleased with me if he were to find out.” The wyrm backed his head out of the window and readied to take off. He hesitated, and looked back into the observatory, and said to Alnitak, “Don’t let me down.” Then he took off, enveloped is the wisps of the night sky. It was now clear outside, and chillier than before. Tolkien was quiet, he returned to his tables, organized the notes that had been disrupted. He knew what he needed to do. Power was just out of his grasp before the Arcanist pushed him away. Alnitak sought to keep his promise. They would return to their normal studies but he would need to burn the notes they weren’t going to need any further. He would have to keep Tolkien quiet and the Arcanist happy. And so forth, they never spoke of the encounter.
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