YellowDiamond
(#49164957)
Level 1 Fae
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Energy: 50/50
This dragon’s natural inborn element is Light.
Female Fae
This dragon is hibernating.
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Personal Style
Apparel
Skin
Scene
Measurements
Length
1.19 m
Wingspan
1.54 m
Weight
2.18 kg
Genetics
Honey
Jaguar
Jaguar
Ivory
Hypnotic
Hypnotic
Flaxen
Contour
Contour
Hatchday
Breed
Eye Type
Level 1 Fae
EXP: 0 / 245
STR
5
AGI
8
DEF
5
QCK
6
INT
8
VIT
5
MND
8
Biography
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It had been months since Xaz woke up.
Years? Months? Everything just flowed together into one stream of time, running
onwards faster than she could keep up with it. Past memories started to appear
false, as if it was a story she was once told that she barely remembered. Friends
and siblings, subjects and enemies…everything came together like a fantasy tale
that she could barely even believe was possible. Yet it happened. She knew it
happened. She just had to convince herself of what she already knew.
At the moment she was in a place called “Light”, a boring name according to her
high standards. Yes, it was bright, but not any brighter than the moon or dual suns
shining off a diamond hall. It was the feelings, rather than the details, that she
remembered best of her past. While the details were more important, the feelings
endured. “Light” was a friendly place, the winged inhabitants open to answering
questions and asking a few of their own. To fit in better she called herself Xaz, a name that went
right alongside their fancy and exotic titles. They all seemed to realize that she had
come from some faraway land, and the details of such must be recorded in their
scrolls. They were known for this, according to a traveler she had met, offering her
wares of nearby lands with similar names and a plethora of tales. Their halls of
writing deeply interested her, as she was used to burning likely unwanted
knowledge instead of keeping it for further reference. They even kept the banned
tomes.
She learned that her species was called a “Fae”, the smallest of the dragon breeds.
They told her to stay away from Imperials- the largest- for fear that they would
step on such a small dragon that blended in so well with the colors of their land.
They were called all sorts of things: Skydancers and Pearlcatchers and a weird
feathery thing that called itself a Coatl. She saw value in some of the breeds, but
she would never understand the short arms of the feathery thing. The fact that
they worked with the great fires made even less sense, as they would likely get
burned trying to work with the metals. They seemed successful, however, and so
she decided that the fire was for them.
They asked her where she had come from, the lands she called her home.
Something told her that she should not be too specific, but she told them about the
diamond halls and treasured walls of gold, the weapons of pure amber and the
riches of her enemies. She left out the details of who she was, as the residents of
this strange land would likely not take well to someone like her. It was only the
sights they were interested in anyways, not the complications or the darkness
behind the visible beauty.
Xaz was a warlord.
She plundered lands that were not her own, killed those who were not her kind,
adding their gemstone hearts to the treasury. She stood at the head of the war
with a sword and shield, watching the faces of her enemies as they ran from her
gaze, wanting nothing to do with her. Rebellions fell, ancient structures broke and
fell into ruins. The only thing that could ever worry her was the Paragon, a storied
perfect individual who reigned over everything with an iron claw. Everything Xaz
conquered or owned would go to the Paragon, only the leftovers being spread
between her and her fellows. Everyone serving someone who was not the Paragon
meant nothing, and there was barely anything that Xaz could share between them.
It was a long time ago, she believed, when she decided to rebel against the highest
of authority and keep some of her spoils, make the blood that was shed worth
something to the rest of them not under the perfect of them. She had asked her
two sisters about it even longer ago and was met with hesitation, only for the topic
to be brought up again once the Paragon led to the death of the third. That was
when the duo decided to strike back, give their sister the memorial she deserved
and be treated as they should be for all the work they had done. And so began the
civil war between the three powers, all from the same beautiful land.
That was the last thing she happened to remember of her past.
Oh, how she hoped that was the end! The idea of the resolution and rebuilding
being gone into the void hurt her more than any war could, stinging more than the
fresh scars on her side. It was terrible, a terrible notion of the fact that it may not
have been the end. But the idea of it being the end was another bad thought, as it
would mean that she either lost- or wasn’t there to fight at all. She didn’t know
what pained her most.
She was thrown out of her thoughts when she received a tap on the wing by a
swirly dragon, their spiraling body swerving through the air in a hover. “Are you
okay?” they asked in a voice that sounded distorted, as if they were far away.
Attempting to shake the ringing from her head she told them that she was, that
she had only blanked out. They accepted this answer and let her stand to her feet.
She told them that she was going to leave “Light”, see the other things in this world
for herself and find what there was to find in this strange other universe. They
were sad to see her go and welcomed her back at any time, wishing her the
blessing of “Lightweaver” and giving her what she would need for her journey. They
asked her to at least leave the next day, and she agreed.
She headed out during the night.
The instant she left “Light” she felt a little more confident, the idea that answers
existed and that maybe, just maybe, the world could make sense again. Maybe.
_____________________________________________________________________________
It had been months since Xaz woke up.
Years? Months? Everything just flowed together into one stream of time, running
onwards faster than she could keep up with it. Past memories started to appear
false, as if it was a story she was once told that she barely remembered. Friends
and siblings, subjects and enemies…everything came together like a fantasy tale
that she could barely even believe was possible. Yet it happened. She knew it
happened. She just had to convince herself of what she already knew.
At the moment she was in a place called “Light”, a boring name according to her
high standards. Yes, it was bright, but not any brighter than the moon or dual suns
shining off a diamond hall. It was the feelings, rather than the details, that she
remembered best of her past. While the details were more important, the feelings
endured. “Light” was a friendly place, the winged inhabitants open to answering
questions and asking a few of their own. To fit in better she called herself Xaz, a name that went
right alongside their fancy and exotic titles. They all seemed to realize that she had
come from some faraway land, and the details of such must be recorded in their
scrolls. They were known for this, according to a traveler she had met, offering her
wares of nearby lands with similar names and a plethora of tales. Their halls of
writing deeply interested her, as she was used to burning likely unwanted
knowledge instead of keeping it for further reference. They even kept the banned
tomes.
She learned that her species was called a “Fae”, the smallest of the dragon breeds.
They told her to stay away from Imperials- the largest- for fear that they would
step on such a small dragon that blended in so well with the colors of their land.
They were called all sorts of things: Skydancers and Pearlcatchers and a weird
feathery thing that called itself a Coatl. She saw value in some of the breeds, but
she would never understand the short arms of the feathery thing. The fact that
they worked with the great fires made even less sense, as they would likely get
burned trying to work with the metals. They seemed successful, however, and so
she decided that the fire was for them.
They asked her where she had come from, the lands she called her home.
Something told her that she should not be too specific, but she told them about the
diamond halls and treasured walls of gold, the weapons of pure amber and the
riches of her enemies. She left out the details of who she was, as the residents of
this strange land would likely not take well to someone like her. It was only the
sights they were interested in anyways, not the complications or the darkness
behind the visible beauty.
Xaz was a warlord.
She plundered lands that were not her own, killed those who were not her kind,
adding their gemstone hearts to the treasury. She stood at the head of the war
with a sword and shield, watching the faces of her enemies as they ran from her
gaze, wanting nothing to do with her. Rebellions fell, ancient structures broke and
fell into ruins. The only thing that could ever worry her was the Paragon, a storied
perfect individual who reigned over everything with an iron claw. Everything Xaz
conquered or owned would go to the Paragon, only the leftovers being spread
between her and her fellows. Everyone serving someone who was not the Paragon
meant nothing, and there was barely anything that Xaz could share between them.
It was a long time ago, she believed, when she decided to rebel against the highest
of authority and keep some of her spoils, make the blood that was shed worth
something to the rest of them not under the perfect of them. She had asked her
two sisters about it even longer ago and was met with hesitation, only for the topic
to be brought up again once the Paragon led to the death of the third. That was
when the duo decided to strike back, give their sister the memorial she deserved
and be treated as they should be for all the work they had done. And so began the
civil war between the three powers, all from the same beautiful land.
That was the last thing she happened to remember of her past.
Oh, how she hoped that was the end! The idea of the resolution and rebuilding
being gone into the void hurt her more than any war could, stinging more than the
fresh scars on her side. It was terrible, a terrible notion of the fact that it may not
have been the end. But the idea of it being the end was another bad thought, as it
would mean that she either lost- or wasn’t there to fight at all. She didn’t know
what pained her most.
She was thrown out of her thoughts when she received a tap on the wing by a
swirly dragon, their spiraling body swerving through the air in a hover. “Are you
okay?” they asked in a voice that sounded distorted, as if they were far away.
Attempting to shake the ringing from her head she told them that she was, that
she had only blanked out. They accepted this answer and let her stand to her feet.
She told them that she was going to leave “Light”, see the other things in this world
for herself and find what there was to find in this strange other universe. They
were sad to see her go and welcomed her back at any time, wishing her the
blessing of “Lightweaver” and giving her what she would need for her journey. They
asked her to at least leave the next day, and she agreed.
She headed out during the night.
The instant she left “Light” she felt a little more confident, the idea that answers
existed and that maybe, just maybe, the world could make sense again. Maybe.
_____________________________________________________________________________
yeezy13 wrote:
Gigantic, towering
A bundle of yellow
Tall, menacing
Bend to her will
Diamonds glittering
Angry, rage
Yet fear and guilt
Lie buried beneath
Strong minded
Dark eyes
Flashing in the abyss
Logical, rational
But cunning
Vindictive
Her life a jumble
Even efficient
She is not
Organized
Dangerous
Lethal
Yellow Diamond
Shining
A bundle of yellow
Tall, menacing
Bend to her will
Diamonds glittering
Angry, rage
Yet fear and guilt
Lie buried beneath
Strong minded
Dark eyes
Flashing in the abyss
Logical, rational
But cunning
Vindictive
Her life a jumble
Even efficient
She is not
Organized
Dangerous
Lethal
Yellow Diamond
Shining
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