Flix
(#57256845)
Level 8 Mirror
Simmer
Glowing Globe
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Energy: 50/50
This dragon’s natural inborn element is Fire.
Male Mirror
This dragon is hibernating.
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Personal Style
Apparel
Skin
Scene
Measurements
Length
7.44 m
Wingspan
6.09 m
Weight
561.81 kg
Genetics
Fire
Cherub
Cherub
Sunshine
Saturn
Saturn
Aqua
Veined
Veined
Hatchday
Breed
Eye Type
Level 8 Mirror
EXP: 5778 / 16009
STR
17
AGI
17
DEF
17
QCK
17
INT
17
VIT
17
MND
17
Biography
I knew they’d never take me seriously.
I was always the runt, the outcast who could never fit in. My father was the leader of our Mirror pack, and we were strong, ruthless dragons. My mother had died shortly after my hatching in a terrible volcano eruption. After the eruption, many dragons said that my father was never the same again. He became upset, cold, and angry. Dragons far and wide then feared us Mirrors of Ashfall Waste. We called ourselves the Renegades. Many may say it was a harsh life, but it was the only one I knew. The scorn, the wrestling, the constant hunger and pain and fear. My father was always pushing 7me to do bette
This all erupted one day when there was a hunting shortage throughout Ashfall Waste and we were left hungry. I came up with an idea to move to a cooler cleft hidden among the rocks. There was another pack there, a herd of Guardians rather out of their element. But I knew that mingling with the other breed was the only way to survive in our current situation. My father rejected this proposal and I was mocked for such a ridiculous suggestion. When a young dragon died, I just couldn’t take it anymore.
It might be the fact that I knew this dragon. She’d been small and weak, somewhat like me, hatched out of a stray egg we’d found on the rocks. We were ruthless but not heartless, and we couldn’t leave a defenseless hatchling to die. I’d known her and even grew up with her. She’d always acted tough, even when she was starving...even when she died before my very eyes...
Maybe I loved her. I don’t know. It was so long ago, it’s hard to tell. It hurts too much.
But I know one thing for sure. I just couldn’t do it anymore.
After years of living like a second-class dragon, I finally mustered up courage. I didn’t want to live like this anymore. I didn’t have to. I could walk my own path without the influence of my father or any dragon. I ran away.
I headed for the Guardians myself. If my pack’s pride prevented them from asking for help when they were starving to death, then I would have more sense. My father probably would have killed me if he found out, but at that point I didn’t care.
I met a Guardian at the cleft. She was young, but her eyes gleamed with the spark of a warrior. Her blue skin showed brilliantly as she gruffly escorted me to the rest of the herd. They didn’t trust me, but decided to give me a trial period of some days. I was well treated, the cleft was near a waterfall which was full of fish, despite being a second taste I accepted it gratefully. The Guardians also treated me well, with courtesy and respect, which I can regretfully say would have never happened back at home.
True to my word, my father was furious. Lack of food and his normally viscous temper drove him mad. He launched an attack on the Guardian herd and the fought back. I remember that time, watching them fight. I could only stare in shock as dragons flew at each other, bristling with rage. All I could hear were the screams, the growls, the hisses of furious dragons; the attacked and the attackers facing off in brutal battle. All I could smell was the metallic tint of blood that spattered against the rocks. All I could see were the dragons that I had grown up around my whole life fighting dragons I barely knew that had yet treated me with more courtesy than I could even dream of being showed through my own father.
I just stared on dumbly until I found myself facing my father. He’d looked over me with anger in his eyes. “I always knew you were trouble, ever since you crawled out of the egg.” He’d spat, his eyes bloodshot with rage and hunger. “It’s a pity that the volcano didn’t drown you in lava like it did your mother.”
I was so furious that I leaped at him, tackling him and bowling him over. At first he had been surprised until he’d regained control and sprang up, slinging me into the wall with a powerful swipe of his talons. He loomed over me, his eyes dark, and I scrabbled for support just as a dark blue blur slammed into him from the side. It was that Guardian that I’d first met, Verde, and for the first time I understood the meaning behind the breed’s name. Together we fought my father fiercely. Before long, the battle was over and the Mirrors limped off toward their homes. My father tried to follow but couldn’t, and ended up bleeding to death on the rocks from his injuries before anyone could help him.
The Guardians were impressed by my performance in the battle and accepted me as one of my own. As the years passed, Verde and I became mates and we finally decided to head off to start a family and life of our own, separate from the herd.
We were perplexed. We wanted our dragonets to grow up in a safe place, where they wouldn’t be regulated by stupid rules and laws, where one dragon alone has all the power. So we decided to start a Clan. Verde fought me at first, but now, looking back, it was the best decision of my life.
Dragons are happy here. We’re actually changing lives. They can be who they are without having their past life dictate who they must be. Everyone has a purpose, and a hope.
And sometimes I wonder if it was for a purpose. My father is a sore thorn in my side that I fear will never let go. Many of the things he’s said to me last till this day, even though he’s gone.
It was that hardship that made me who I am today. I miss those who have left me, but I could never ask for a better mate than the one who stands by my side. I could never ask for better dragonets, or a more willing clan.
We are Clan WingsofDestiny, and we strive to serve the Flamecaller and be the best dragons that we can be.
I was always the runt, the outcast who could never fit in. My father was the leader of our Mirror pack, and we were strong, ruthless dragons. My mother had died shortly after my hatching in a terrible volcano eruption. After the eruption, many dragons said that my father was never the same again. He became upset, cold, and angry. Dragons far and wide then feared us Mirrors of Ashfall Waste. We called ourselves the Renegades. Many may say it was a harsh life, but it was the only one I knew. The scorn, the wrestling, the constant hunger and pain and fear. My father was always pushing 7me to do bette
This all erupted one day when there was a hunting shortage throughout Ashfall Waste and we were left hungry. I came up with an idea to move to a cooler cleft hidden among the rocks. There was another pack there, a herd of Guardians rather out of their element. But I knew that mingling with the other breed was the only way to survive in our current situation. My father rejected this proposal and I was mocked for such a ridiculous suggestion. When a young dragon died, I just couldn’t take it anymore.
It might be the fact that I knew this dragon. She’d been small and weak, somewhat like me, hatched out of a stray egg we’d found on the rocks. We were ruthless but not heartless, and we couldn’t leave a defenseless hatchling to die. I’d known her and even grew up with her. She’d always acted tough, even when she was starving...even when she died before my very eyes...
Maybe I loved her. I don’t know. It was so long ago, it’s hard to tell. It hurts too much.
But I know one thing for sure. I just couldn’t do it anymore.
After years of living like a second-class dragon, I finally mustered up courage. I didn’t want to live like this anymore. I didn’t have to. I could walk my own path without the influence of my father or any dragon. I ran away.
I headed for the Guardians myself. If my pack’s pride prevented them from asking for help when they were starving to death, then I would have more sense. My father probably would have killed me if he found out, but at that point I didn’t care.
I met a Guardian at the cleft. She was young, but her eyes gleamed with the spark of a warrior. Her blue skin showed brilliantly as she gruffly escorted me to the rest of the herd. They didn’t trust me, but decided to give me a trial period of some days. I was well treated, the cleft was near a waterfall which was full of fish, despite being a second taste I accepted it gratefully. The Guardians also treated me well, with courtesy and respect, which I can regretfully say would have never happened back at home.
True to my word, my father was furious. Lack of food and his normally viscous temper drove him mad. He launched an attack on the Guardian herd and the fought back. I remember that time, watching them fight. I could only stare in shock as dragons flew at each other, bristling with rage. All I could hear were the screams, the growls, the hisses of furious dragons; the attacked and the attackers facing off in brutal battle. All I could smell was the metallic tint of blood that spattered against the rocks. All I could see were the dragons that I had grown up around my whole life fighting dragons I barely knew that had yet treated me with more courtesy than I could even dream of being showed through my own father.
I just stared on dumbly until I found myself facing my father. He’d looked over me with anger in his eyes. “I always knew you were trouble, ever since you crawled out of the egg.” He’d spat, his eyes bloodshot with rage and hunger. “It’s a pity that the volcano didn’t drown you in lava like it did your mother.”
I was so furious that I leaped at him, tackling him and bowling him over. At first he had been surprised until he’d regained control and sprang up, slinging me into the wall with a powerful swipe of his talons. He loomed over me, his eyes dark, and I scrabbled for support just as a dark blue blur slammed into him from the side. It was that Guardian that I’d first met, Verde, and for the first time I understood the meaning behind the breed’s name. Together we fought my father fiercely. Before long, the battle was over and the Mirrors limped off toward their homes. My father tried to follow but couldn’t, and ended up bleeding to death on the rocks from his injuries before anyone could help him.
The Guardians were impressed by my performance in the battle and accepted me as one of my own. As the years passed, Verde and I became mates and we finally decided to head off to start a family and life of our own, separate from the herd.
We were perplexed. We wanted our dragonets to grow up in a safe place, where they wouldn’t be regulated by stupid rules and laws, where one dragon alone has all the power. So we decided to start a Clan. Verde fought me at first, but now, looking back, it was the best decision of my life.
Dragons are happy here. We’re actually changing lives. They can be who they are without having their past life dictate who they must be. Everyone has a purpose, and a hope.
And sometimes I wonder if it was for a purpose. My father is a sore thorn in my side that I fear will never let go. Many of the things he’s said to me last till this day, even though he’s gone.
It was that hardship that made me who I am today. I miss those who have left me, but I could never ask for a better mate than the one who stands by my side. I could never ask for better dragonets, or a more willing clan.
We are Clan WingsofDestiny, and we strive to serve the Flamecaller and be the best dragons that we can be.
Flix is the calm, strong, and proud leader of his clan. As dragons of Fire typically have hot tempers, he has to battle it often but his wise leadership carried the clan through. He loves his mate Verde and would do anything for her.
Name ideas:
Starspirit
Crystalsong
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