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Njothr
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Info
Level 25
Skydancer Male
Hatchday
Apr 17, 2017 (3 years)
Stats Growth
Length
4.32M
Wingspan
5.34M
Weight
573.35KG
Genes
PrimaryGold Crystal
SecondaryGold Facet
TertiaryIvory Gembond
Eye TypeNature Unusual
Energy: 25 / 50
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N J O T H R

Born to the Nature flight, Njothr never felt entirely like he belonged in the beautifully chaotic landscape of his homeland. He was undoubtedly proud of his heritage, and held a strong love for the act of nurturing living things- even as a hatchling, his quarters could be found crammed with homemade clay pots housing found seedlings, and even small animals held within carefully constructed terrariums. The gold fledgling, however, had always been curious about what lay beyond the twisting trees of the Shrieking Wilds.

As a young adult, then, the announcement of his decision to accompany a young guardian clanmate on her Search came as an unsurprising one to many of his clanmates- though he was certainly met with mixed reactions. Some frowned, and muttered that his company was a disruption of the sacred, and traditionally solitary, act of a guardian's Search. Others smiled and shook their heads, having known that Njothr had been bound to leave eventually.

The guardian herself was not bothered by the prospect of Njothr's company- indeed, not much seemed to bother Tsima, a stoic gray dragon scarcely younger than Njothr himself. And so the unlikely pair set off, Tsima following her internal compass south, Njothr flitting beside his traveling companion like a golden shadow.

Their trek took them out of the Wilds, across the bay separating the Viridian Labyrinth from the main continent, and into the sun-touched lands of the Lightweaver, where the landscapes were rolling, yellow-grassed hills and ancient white stones, and where the trees stood much straighter and more neatly than either of them was familiar with. South and a little bit west, toward the coast of the inland sea, toward the sheer drop of a cliff- and to the fledgling city that was being constructed beside the cliff, terraces and docks and squares of the same pale stone spilling outward.

It was beautiful.

 
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