Alis

Alis is known for his good looks and jesting humor. Born of the Wind, the Pearlcatcher displays a light and pleasant nature, usually partaking in conversation with anyone nearby. He enjoys a good laugh, but refrains from teasing at an abusive level.

Reared by the War Mother as her own son, Alis is well skilled in the arts of combat and often accompanies the War Maiden Ali, on her tasks. He is loyal and brave, protecting his clan and those he loves. He constantly pressed himself to learn how best to use his magics and focus his energy into a physical action as well as melee combat so as to not be overcome in battle by any opponent.

Many things are confusing about the male. First being if he is asked of his past, before Mahavah, he quickly closes up and simply says "I don't remember". Another is his concealing of his pearl. Most Pearlcatchers, though protective of their pearls, do not attend them with such secrecy and will allow them to be seen by many of their friends. Alis, on the other hand, keeps his pearl hidden from prying eyes, preferring to keep it safe within the confines of his satchel.

Enjoys Intricate Woodsculpt Trinkets A sculpture of solid ash wood in the shape of an Ophiotaurus. 41 Stag Figurine Trinkets A charm given to travellers in hopes of a swift journey. 47 Aviar Fragment Trinkets A fragment of a larger painting depicting a hunting scene. 46 Tiny Feathers Organics A pair of soft, downy feathers. If you had these in a greater quantity they could be quite useful... 21 Bamboo Leaves Plant Delicious, but only if one is a panda or a tundra dragon. 20 2 Jumping Spider Insect By working together, dragons can trick this spider into jumping right into their mouths. 35 4 Famliliar Crystal Carrier Familiar Both this globe and its fishy patron are likely figments of the imagination. 1500 Mara

Love Interest Eden

Alis was found by the War Mother, lost and afraid and very far from home. The small Pearlcatcher hatchling didn't know what to make of the massive Guardian female before him and cowed away from her large talons as she reached to pick him up. He grasped her mighty clench, afraid he would fall, and squeaked in protest. With both of the female's massive claws wrapped about his tiny form, Alis looked into the vivid green eyes of Mahavah as she looked into his pale ones.

A small smile creased the female's features and she brought the hatchling to her chest, the deep booming of her heart echoing in Alis' ears. "I don't know what ill has befell you, little one, but fear no more." Her voice rumbled, though not unpleasantly so.

"You need a name." The Pearlcatcher cocked an ear questioningly, and the War Mother smiled again. "What about Alis? Yes, I shall call you Alis, and you will serve my clan when your time comes."

Not Fully understanding what all the Guardian meant, Alis smiled back. All fear and apprehension gone as he was snuggled against the massive heart of the War Mother, and happy to have a name.

This was Alis' first memory. He knew nothing since before meeting the War Mother. He couldn't tell you who his real parents had been or what had led him to be wandering the great forests of the Labyrinth alone. He only knew that is was frightening and deeply unsettling. With a furrowed brow, the male Pearlcatcher stared at his pearl, milling over these first memories and trying to make sense of faint feelings of fear that still lingered even after all this time.

He was a strong bodied beast. Lean muscles rippled under his painted hide as he placed a paw on the sphere to turn it. On one side of the pearl before him was a long dent. It wasn't deep, and was rather thin, but it was still very noticeable. Alis felt within him that his fears were connected to this mar, that it had been caused by the same thing. The only question was what.

A loud series of noises startled him out of his reminiscing and he jerked his head up while instinctively reaching for his pearl. "What on earth..?" The noises were followed by a few irritated voices, one of them he recognized as Cindershard's, Mahavah's ill tempered mate. He pricked his ears forward as a shrill, though pleasant, voice emitted from behind his den door.

"Alis? Are you in there", the voice asked. Alis quickly knew it to belong to Xenon, the Skydancer mage for the Sentinels. "I need- or want- to ask you something."

The Pearlcatcher rolled his eyes and shook his head. "Yes, Xenon, I'm here. You can co-"

"Oh good", she interrupted him and burst through the curtains of burlap which fluttered around in protest to the sudden disturbance. Though Skydancers were known for a range of grace and agility, Xenon seemed to lack in the grace part. If given enough room to maneuver she could execute some rather elegant poses of dance. But in the close proximity of Alis' den, she acted as a magnet for anything that could be bumped into.

Once she had settled down at the foot of his bed, Alis returned a figurine to a side table and a few other pieces or art to another. He turned to Xenon, still clutching his scarred pearl, and settled on the floor. "So, what's was all that about", he asked, gesturing to the door and outside.

Xenon gave a small snort of laughter and waved a hand dismissively. "Oh, that. I had come around the corner and knocked over a rack of armor. Apparently, Cindershard thought it a great place to put all that armor and blamed me for not paying attention to where I was going", she rolled her eyes. "As if it was my fault. I think Mahavah should give that brute a good whooping, just to show him who's boss."

Alis raised a brow, "And do you really think that would help to calm him down?" He glanced back at his pearl and rolled it in his lap, bringing the scar into his few, though he kept it well hidden from Xenon's sight. "What was it that you wanted to ask?"

The female shuffled her wings into a more comfortable position, taking advantage to the fact that she was the only one of the bed. "Are you free tomorrow", she asked. When Alis nodded his had she said quickly, "Aveil said that I should take some time off form my studies. Myrna likes to think that I have no preference in life and just wastes all my time reading and what not while she gets to have all the fun." She scrunched her brow in distaste at the thought and continued, "I took him up on the offer and figured that maybe you would like to go on picnic, maybe?"

Alis thought about it for moment. He really didn't have anything important to do the tomorrow, and he was sure that Mahavah would let him take a short break for a picnic. "Okay." He was about to inquire where they would be going and what would be needed when Xenon stood suddenly, knocking the contents off a shelf that had been spared from her earlier antics, "Excellent! I'll go let Eden know to pack for three.."

What ever she said next was lost on the Pearlcatcher's ears. It had been known for a time that he and Xenon had feelings between them. But ever since Eden had grown into the beautiful creature she was, Alis found it hard not to think about her. There was just something about the female Pearlcatcher that made his heart skip. To think about both Xenon and Eden being so close at the same time almost made his head explode.

Before he had any time to react or comment, Xenon was gone and his room fell silent. Alis was left to wonder at what else she had said and quarrel with himself over what he was going to do about the coming day's happenings.

Oh Breath Oh breath Do not be still And welcome me To blackness Instead Fill my breast With warmth And life Take my hand As I grasp In the void And touch my eyes With dawn's leafing gold Let this giddy sound Subside Now And ever after And let me know Old age will fill with Secret smiles And tender touches Even after Youth's bright flame Has gone to coals And, breath, Though I may lose you once Please Return again To strike my heart Once more By ixris/Meadowtouch Adopt by TeenyTinyDragon

Art Adopt by SpaceGemi Adopt by thegracefuldeer