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Vale

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Level 1 Fae

Familiar

Ultimate Buttersnake

Energy: 0/50

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Length

1.17 m

Wingspan

1.3 m

Weight

2 kg

Genetics

Grape
Jupiter

Grey
Saturn

Overcast
Stained

Hatchday

Aug 02, 2017
(6 years)

Breed

Adult
Fae

Eye Type

Light
Common

Level 1 Fae

EXP: 0 / 245

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V A L E

Secret keeper • magician • Role here

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B I O G R A P H Y
Double lines to Naomi, the Glitch Queen. Mother is a 4th gen
Father is a 7th gen descendant of Naomi

By Crystal4180
Veal stretched his wings. The long, arduous day had long-since faded into night, but he wasn’t tired. The lair around him was full of snores and the sound of sleeping dragons. He sighed, and rolled over. Every time he closed his eyes
was there. He’d been dreaming of Naomi for weeks now. It had started small at first. A flash of purple eyes in the corners of his vision, a gleam of white scales, but now his ancestor was almost omnipresent each time he slept. Sometimes she’d simply sit there, her cold gaze piercing him, other times she’d walk around him, whispering horrible things into his ear. Veal knew what she wanted, what she’d always wanted. She wanted him to take up her mantle. She wanted him to take the world around him and twist and distort it into his own image. Vale had tried everything: sleeping potions, herbs, sleeping spells, but nothing kept his mind safe from Naomi. He had her blood in him, however diluted the years had made it, he was her descendant. That also meant, he had some of her power.

The magic that came with his lineage was hard to explain, even harder to understand. It wasn’t quite like what the shade-touched could do, but far from what the average mage was capable of. Naomi had been said the manipulate reality itself, change the course of time, reverse life and death. If the fae called for the night to become day, well, the cosmos would obey. That were the rumours, anyways. Of course, the magic had faded from her bloodline over the years, and for a while Vale thought it had finally died out with his mother. But now, he had doubts. Seeing Naomi in his dreams had seemed to cause... something to rise in him. He had an acute sense of the world around him. How the flowers bent and buckled in the wind, how the light of the sun bounced off of every rock and gemstone. He’d found himself fixated, almost entranced, by these new discoveries, much to the confusion of his clan mates.

His clan mates, well, he’d never been particularly close to any of them. He didn’t dislike them, not by a long shot, but he knew he’d never truly been a part of his clan. His heritage had made sure of that. He knew how they whispered about him, how their eyes lingered on him as he walked by. It had become commonplace. He’d grown up in the clan, but it had never felt like home.Of course this didn’t mean he wanted to harm them, any of them, not like Naomi wanted him to.

Vale never knew exactly what happened to his parents. They’d sought refuge in the clan before he had hatched, and he’d come out of his egg only a few days after. He didn’t remember much about them, only that they had disappeared. That’s what he’d been told anyways. He knew dragon’s didn’t just disappear into thin air. He’d connected the dots years ago, and in some ways, he wished he hadn’t. His mother had been a powerful mage, even by fae standards. She’d displayed similar powers to Naomi, despite only being a distant descended. She'd been working on something, something big. He’d only gotten brief scraps from her journals, what he could find of them anything. Half the time they were delusional scrawlings, but other times he could almost understand them. She’d been writing about changing the nature of magic itself. To ‘free’ dragons from the limitations of their own minds, to allow them to tap into the very heart of what magic was.

Of course, near the end of her life, his mother had begun to lose her grip on reality. From what Vale could remember, she’d spend most of her final days muttering to herself. It wasn’t any
language he'd been able to make out, but perhaps it'd just been his young age. Vale didn't like to think on it, acknowledging what had happened to his mother had meant that he'd have to acknowledge what might happen to him. He shivered at the thought.

Perhaps his turmoil would be eased if he had someone to talk to about it, but he had no one. He had no doubt his clan would cast him out if they viewed him as dangerous, hell, he couldn't blame them. He played his role in the clan, made sure he pulled his weight but he'd never been able to fully integrate. Then where would he go? He could ply his trade as a merchant or a mercenary, but what was a dragon without his clan? He rolled onto his side, there was no use thinking about this.

Even if he was Naomi’s descendant, even if shared the blood with the one they called the “world-bender” he wasn't his mother, and he definitely wasn't Naomi. Thinking about whatever darkness the future may hold for him was futile, lest he forget the present. He'd make sure he didn't end up like those before him, he didn't have any other option. His fate wasn't set in stone, no more than anyone else's. Even now, the rising sun peaked over the horizon, a sign of the changing world. Soon, everyone in his clan would begin their day, and he’d begin it with them. He was a valuable member of the clan, Vale reminded himself. He couldn’t spend all his time thinking on possibilities, he’d just become even more isolated from his clan.

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_ LINEAGE _

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Lenfear

Mara

Willow

Naomi
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_ SECOND LINEAGE _

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Belal

Cypir

Hastur

Ammutseba

Fia

Willow

Naomi
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Needs: vial of glowing sight
Unfulfillable dream: glimmer tert

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