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Sabrathan

(#8589535)

Level 1 Imperial

Familiar

Tigerblood Foo

Energy: 49/50

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Measurements

Length

22.45 m

Wingspan

17.74 m

Weight

6611.28 kg

Genetics

Denim
Starmap

Silver
Shimmer

Ice
Smoke

Hatchday

Dec 13, 2014
(9 years)

Breed

Adult
Imperial

Eye Type

Wind
Common

Level 1 Imperial

EXP: 0 / 245

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QCK

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Biography

S A B R A T H A N

Sabra is a talkative but proud little thing, she's curious to a fault and sharp as a tack. She hasn't got much tact nor does she put much finesse into her words when she opens her mouth. As a child she spent much time "away with the sprites" but now she is head of the scavenging team and her den is the storage for the weird and wonderful ephemera not easily sorted into the categories of value and junk, so she gets to keep them.

Sabra was born in the Wind flight and taken in by Lassuarium in the clan's early days because she was so endeared by the constant babbling of the wriggly hatchling. Lassuarium found her around one o'clock in the evening, under a full moon and named her guardian of the first hour of the night.' Lassuarium tells her this often, speaking vividly of the wonderfully bright, round moon that the Lightweaver had bestowed that night for the sakes of illuminating Sabrathan... And Sabrathan has heard the story a million times.

Sabrathan hardly lives up to this elegant, ethereal name with her garbled sentences and clunky manner. Physically, Sabrathan lacks all the grace that Imperials seem to summon in their limbs, she waggles and wobbles her long gangly body in an attempt to look graceful and airy, but it totally fails as her body loves to express itself. A conversation with Sabrathan is never complete without wild gestures.

True to her birth flight, she is positive-minded but scatter-brained at times, less rushing about constantly and more likely to be found "away with the sprites." She doesn't care much for the wind-flight ideal of wanderlust, seeing as she grew up in a light-clan. But her sense of non-attachment and curiosity is hardwired into her.

Regardless of her airy ways, there is one thing remains firm in Sabra's mind - she never lies. Ever. She might avoid the truth, or conveniently dance around it, but she could never lie in any way, shape or form. Her mate is the steadfast and studious Sphene, together they make an unstable, yet always refreshed, pair. Sphene learns an awful lot from Sabrathan's exuberant insistence with claws-on teachings.

Sabrathan’s tail flicked to and fro as she craned her neck over the window ledge, the rest of her long body reclining lazily on the chamber floor. She shook out her antlers, they tinkled with the small bells and the festive streamers she had tied to it for the celebration. She sighed, she was beginning to tire of them now.

She watched her clan mates fly and twist in the cloudless sky to the tune of ecstatic horns, flutes and drums below. The sun was setting on the last days of the Mistral festival and soon they would return to the light territory. Sabra didn’t feel ready to leave.

She glanced at the satchel she had brought over, once heavy with sunbeam fig treats, dried sour strawberries and pelagas bark tea. She had brought a lantern fashioned from painted paper and filled with glowing Reedcleft Sparklers. There had been golden tortoise shells and ferret pelts strapped to to her bags that had clinked and flapped the entire flight over. Now all traded for scrolls.

She had read every one of them as soon as she could; poems, treatise, hatchling doodles and all sorts of wonderful insights into the Cloudsong’s ways. Yet she didn’t recognise a single one. No poems about abandoning hatchlings or apology letters to her directly. She was a fool. All she wanted, she had to admit, was two words. Just two words. ‘Moon Road’.

“Scuse’ me.”

Sabrathan lifted her heavy head to see a little Spiral fledgling tugging at her mane. She smiled, it was one of the little ones of the Wind clan who were hosting them. She was covered in swirling colourful face paints and smiling with a toothy grin.

“Yes? Can I help you?”

“Ondran said that Lea said that Amble said you had sticky june bug sweets.” She handed over a scroll smudged with facepaint, “Can I trade you for some?”

“Of course you can!” Sabra laughed and pulled out a small bag of dried june bugs coated in toffee, “Here you go...!”

The Spiral beamed and immeadiately began crunching on it before scampering out the chamber, returning only to pop her head through the chamber door to thank her and scurrying away again.

Sabra idly toyed with the seal on the scroll; maybe it was better to leave them unopened, she thought, she wouldn’t leave on a disappointed note. She looked out the window and saw the spiral now clumsily flying through the air, sharing out her toffee bugs to her nest mates. She gave her a wave and Sabrathan chuckled.

What’s the festival without trying to take a chance and have a bit of fun?

She broke the seal and unfurled the bamboo paper. No doodle or spring haiku, just a map. She furrowed her brow as she read over the blotchy green ink, it wasn’t easy to parse but the location wasn’t that far off from where she was staying. She checked her compass, South-West on an Islet in Singer’s Brook.

She strapped on her satchel and jingled her antler bells again for good measure before leaping from the window into the air. Soon a small party of her clan mates and hosts joined her as she sailed in the air. The face painted fledglings looped around her until they waved her off. What better way to get into her home-flight spirit than take off on an adventure...?

After she had left the Cloudsong, the melodies and drumming became distant and she could only her the gentle tinkling of her bells. An hour or two passed and the sun had sunken into twilight. Reedcleft sparklers lit up her descent, disturbed from their perches but the gust from her large wings.

“Here we are...” She whispered to herself.

The islet felt like a whispering place. A place didn’t demand quiet, but inspired it.

Statuettes of spirit guardians sat on the edge of the brook that forked around the islet. Frogs, axolotls, cranes and kitsune, all eyeing her in the luminous nightfall. A small shrine lantern covered in moss sat nearby, long abandoned and worn. She ought to leave an offering before she took off, she thought. She curled up under a willow and caught her breath from the journey. Its fronds hung over her and formed a little shelter, it felt cozy under the dimming skies.

She wondered if there was anything special about this islet, other than the fact it was as serene as it was. She laid her head down, perhaps flying out so late wasn’t the wisest idea. But she could lay down to sleep in this unclaimed territory until morning.

The Moon rose over head and the stars began to wink into focus. Then, a fwoosh. A blue flame woke in the shrine lantern. Sabra almost jumped up before she noticed another then another all lighting one after another. She hadn’t noticed the other lanterns encircling the islet, some were broken and half sunken into the moss. Yet they lit up all the same.

She got up and wandered to check on them, perhaps this was a sacred place and she ought to move on with an apology to the spirits. Then, she spotted the tomb stone. An upright stone, covered in chickweed and sandcreeper. Perhaps she could make amends by clearing it from its face to allow it to be legible.

She pulled off the foliage gently with her claws, trying to mind the stone beneath.

- Tomb of the Moon Road Clan -
Our Souls rest before their journey into the stars,
carried on the Great Singer’s winds...

Sabrathan’s mouth fell open. The silence that had haunted her life where her family should have been wrapped around her in that moment. Every prayer for a memory of understanding beyond the words left to her as a young hatchling, ‘Moon Road’, had been answered by the silence she was engulfed by.

She read the names by starlight. Of course, she recognised no one, she had been so young after all. To be found carried on a storm to the Hewn City ruins, the only words she knew was ‘Moon Road’ she had parroted until she was ready to learn to read.

She had her answer now. A heavy, thudding, painful answer, a heavy burden to carry home. She wept, throwing herself at the bottom of the tombstone. She sobbed until the crickets stopped singing. Sabrathan finally ran out of tears and heaved a rattling sigh.

She didn’t feel heavy at all. Something had lifted from her chest, and the journey home would be the easiest it had ever been...

Coded by @Palushiemalus #124501
Bordered Gifs by @Delamire

Adoptables by @calliedragons

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