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Blake
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Info
Level 1
Imperial Female
Hatchday
May 14, 2015 (4 years)
Stats Growth
Length
29.91M
Wingspan
20.36M
Weight
8890.12KG
Genes
PrimaryIce Iridescent
SecondaryCoal Shimmer
TertiaryWhite Gembond
Eye TypeIce Common
Energy: 44 / 50
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Information
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Blake
a witch in winter

The first to join Marth and Caeda’s band was, in fact, not from the Lightweaver’s domain. The Ruins were entirely unknown territory to her, a traveller from the Southern Icefield.

Her eyes looked as if they’d been frozen over. Imperials were no uncommon sight here, but dragons who carried a deep coldness in their hearts like she did were a rarity. The two were curious, of course. Blake didn’t mind much.

But her behavior was quite different. She was excitable, cheerful even. She’d introduced herself as a witch, a master magician like they’d never seen before.

And they hadn’t. There was little need for specialized mages in the Ruins: there were a few who had taken it upon them to research the arcane writings on ancient tablets and perform long-forgotten rituals, but that was about it. Everyone was a mage, to some degree. Dragons of the Ruins held a great amount of magic within them, but when such becomes the average, it stops being special.

Dragons like Blake, however, were built to survive.

What good does conjuring up a snowstorm do when the risk of freezing to death already is omnipresent? In what way do sudden freezing temperatures deter wildlife that has long been used to it?

Perhaps she was lucky to be born an Imperial, then, and have the physical presence to worry less about such things. Yet Blake’s fascination for that mystical force which had been buried both deep in the snow and within the memories of those who lived there grew ever steadily, as did her worry of what the others would think.

Inevitably, however, the time came when she would try to harness the power for herself. She did manage to find out quite a few things on her own: there were hardly any ancient spellbooks to consult, and so she was to improvise instead. For example, she found that what little vegetation her frozen homeland knew was, although a rather unorthodox choice, as potent as anything else. Things were going well - Blake simply had to figure out how to make them keep going well.

And yet, suspicions kept growing and growing, while Blake desperately fought to keep her interests - or was it an obsession at this point? - hidden. Of course, you may have noticed this is a story with a foregone conclusion.

Before even one stern word was uttered, Blake took whatever she could with her and flew away.


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This pearl hums with potent magical energies, but is otherwise cold to the touch. The memory contained within is as follows:

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Order

Head of the Glass Order
Member of the Gilded Circle
Honorary Member of the Wooden Order



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