Calantha
(#22370822)
Level 1 Wildclaw
Familiar
Radioactive Slime
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Energy: 0/50
This dragon’s natural inborn element is Plague.
Male Wildclaw
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Personal Style
Apparel
Skin
Scene
Measurements
Length
6.12 m
Wingspan
8.36 m
Weight
451.53 kg
Genetics
Emerald
Crystal
Crystal
Obsidian
Shimmer
Shimmer
Obsidian
Glimmer
Glimmer
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
"I will protect you
From all around you
I will be here
Don't you cry"
From all around you
I will be here
Don't you cry"
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How the mighty fall (right into the Wyrmwound)
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Calantha spent his youth roaming the edges of the Wyrmwound, getting into fights and just generally being a nuisance. Eventually, he picked a fight with the wrong dragon and ended up inside the Wyrmwound. Surprisingly, he didn't die. Instead, his skin started to harden and crystallize, encasing his body in armor of living and growing crystal. He could barely move, let alone fly, and without being able to hunt for food, he was essentially dead. Knowing his only chance of survival was to find a clan to care for him, he slowly made his way across the wasteland, begging for food and shelter. Some would throw him scraps, but none would allow his presence for longer than a day before kicking him out. Hoping the Wind Flight would be more caring, he tried to find a home there, but his flightless body prevented him from ever finding a permanent home. He kept traveling, but every day his crystal hide grew thicker and harder, making it harder and harder to walk. He stumbled into the Ashfall Wastes, and he knew his time on Sornieth would soon come to an end if he couldn't find a cure. In his state, it would take months just to walk down the shore line, let alone find a clan that would care for him. He was stuck in the Grand Intersection, a marshy wilderness at the corner of Wind, Fire, and Water territory. No dragon lived here, and no Beastclan either. This was to be his grave. In the corner of his eye, he saw some bushes rustle, and from the undergrowth, a giant Imperial emerged, adorned in moss and leaves. He glared at the trembling Wildclaw and snarled, "What are you doing here? How dare you enter the protected territory of the Grand Intersection!", Calantha could not reply. After months of the progressive illness, the crystals had encased his mouth. He couldn't utter a single word. Slowly, he brought his hardened hands to his face, hoping the monstrous dragon would understand. The Imperial softly tapped his scales, and realized the condition that affected the Wildclaw. Without uttering another word, the Imperial grabbed Calantha and took off into the air. Within a couple of hours, the two landed at a small clan near the coast. They took him in and tried their best to heal him, but even their efforts weren't enough. Using Plague magic, they were able to accelerate Calantha's immune system, which allowed the body to fight back the crystal growth, but it could not reverse any of the damage already done. The Wildclaw would never fight again. Instead he stands nearly motionless in the records room, reading documents and organizing files. He does his best to assist Katsura is documenting the clan's agricultural discoveries, but every move he makes, no matter how small, results in excruciating pain, still, he does all he can to repay the clan that saved his life and gave him a home. It was only a matter of time before a lair of the Wind clan came knocking. Ever roaming and collecting, an Imperial by the name of Craven came to the records room. Nosy and on the wrong side of polite, he would often invade other lairs records searching for an excuse to save the random "treasure" he had found that day. This particular day, the Imp caught a glimpse of Calantha and his affliction. With something that could only be described and a joyful screech, he snatched the Wildclaw from the room. Presenting the clan's psychic with the dragon, Bug smiled smugly. She had seen this before and knew, that although painful, there was a cure. Collaborating with the lair's witch doctor, they concocted the most disgusting of slim and smeared Calantha with it. Though there was instant relief, the pain after was tenfold. Still, little by little, the crystallization was receding. |
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This dragon doesn't eat Plants.
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