Xander
(#26607869)
Level 4 Coatl
Familiar
Spirit of Wind
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Energy: 50/50
This dragon’s natural inborn element is Wind.
Male Coatl
This dragon is hibernating.
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Personal Style
Apparel
Skin
Scene
Measurements
Length
8.21 m
Wingspan
8.43 m
Weight
1106.96 kg
Genetics
Eldritch
Skink
Skink
Bronze
Facet
Facet
White
Lace
Lace
Hatchday
Breed
Eye Type
Level 4 Coatl
EXP: 843 / 4027
STR
17
AGI
12
DEF
6
QCK
13
INT
7
VIT
9
MND
6
Lineage
Biography
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 ◆ Xander - The lost lover ◆ |
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"I remember not but I have a Darling, where is my Darling?"
A long time ago, Xander fell into a coma. He awoke in the Gladekeeper's realm of the Shrieking Wilds, and try as he might, he could not figure out the cause, nor the length of the coma. He had lost all memory occurring before the coma. He had awoken in near darkness, with a strange, sludgy but tough material surrounding his body. Already being weak and emaciated, every time he moved, his body was wracked with sharp prickles and cuts, outside and inside. So for a very long time, he didn't move out of the darkness. He laid, or sat, or hovered in that spot of darkness, trying to think. There was nothing he could remember. He was overcome with a hot, consuming sadness every time he tried. So he eventually stopped thinking. After an endless while of stillness, slipping in and out of consciousness, and being gently nudged around in the dark, flowing wherever the abyssal sludge took him, and suffering the lacerations from moving, he felt the tip of his wing grow cold, and then warm after a while, then cold again. He didn't even know he had wings. For a while, his single wing-tip didn't mean anything. Just a strange, unfamiliar sensation. But then as time passed he realised he wasn't falling asleep as often. He could hear things now. Quiet little 'squelches' and 'pops' all around him, occasionally. He soon realised something else: his stomack no longer scraped at his insides, just by a little. He tried moving then. It didn't hurt as much. Finally, after another very long time, of wriggling, Xander escaped the darkness. His head sprung into a thinner darkness. At first, that's all he could tell, but after a short wait of coming accustomed to the low light, he could see where he was. His head had sprung off the side of a mountainous sea of dark green muck. He identified the mush around him as giant, weird, decaying, almost fleshy thorned vines. The 'thing' above him was 'purple', 'yellow', and 'orange'. It took a bit of craning his neck to realise it was the 'sky' in 'sunset'. A little more of waiting, watching the world go dark, realising that he was situated in a 'forest' or 'jungle', before squirming out a little more. Too weak to hold himself up, he fell down the rough hill, and crashed onto the trunk of a tree beside the green muck. It took a shorter amount of time to wake up after that, at least that's what Xander believes to today. He was uncomfortably pushed against the tree, which he could see clearer now as it was 'day time'. There were many things he could see clearer too, such as his own body, covered in white crystals and hide, refracting a rainbow of colours, the strange garments he wore, and the dark thorns and roses embedded into his wings. He figured the flowers were the cause of his pain. He remained against the tree for a while, trying his hardest to get rid of the thorns, but he simply could not. No matter what, they clung to him, and with his every trash, his insides were cut over and over again. It wasn't worth it. Despite the immense pain he was in, Xander crawled up, and made his way into the jungle. At least he knew that if he moved in one direction for a very long time, he would reach somewhere. But, before that, he took some time to look into the land of mush from which he emerged. Trying only brought back the strange, burning heartbreak. This time, he even did an act he now remembers as 'crying'. So he left, very quickly. He found his apparel strange. He didn't remember why or how he came to obtain anything. Trying to remember only brought the deep sadness, which he by now knew how to push away very quickly. The apparel needed some polishing and cleaning, but were otherwise in great condition, so he kept them. Oddly, he felt he should be wearing them no matter what. And in the satchel he awoke with, he discovered a 'journal' and/or 'diary', from where he learned what he assumed was his name, 'Xander'. The book contained many filled pages, but Xander didn't dare read their contents. The act of opening it alone brought great nostalgia and deja vu. Instead, he skipped some blank pages and documented terms and phrases he remembered while leaving the jungle. In the spirit of a journey, he documented the places and things he came across. 
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