Morrigan
(#59171031)
X: Wheel of Fortune
Familiar
Djamor Bat
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This dragon’s natural inborn element is Arcane.
Female Nocturne
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Personal Style
Apparel
Skin
Scene
Measurements
Length
6.08 m
Wingspan
7.3 m
Weight
741.24 kg
Genetics
Sanguine
Skink
Skink
Berry
Spinner
Spinner
Flaxen
Ghost
Ghost
Hatchday
Breed
Eye Type
Level 1 Nocturne
EXP: 0 / 245
STR
7
AGI
6
DEF
7
QCK
6
INT
6
VIT
6
MND
7
Biography
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 Arcane to Shadow -- the journey unruly. Day to night. Frost started on scale hide, the bitter cold of night kind to none. Dragons of all cantered to rest, a hobble surrounded by bramble at all sides -- a cave towards the back, a river down the side and leading out towards the forest. Thick spindly brambles ran across the ground, at least five stepped on with dribbles of blood left in their wake. It was Graves who found the egg, his knack of finding shinies leading him to the furthest depths of the jagged opening. The further he went the narrower the path got -- his belly pressed against cold stone. The egg was just sitting there, dull and frosted. To say Graves took pity would be against his morals, he had merely taken one look at the thing and dubbed it unworthy of his time -- it wasn’t shiny and he didn’t like it. But, he was instructed before entering the caves to bring back his findings by the chieftess herself. So Graves adjusted his maw around the egg with one long sigh and skittered back to the waking world. His clan laid to rest around him, imperials curled like walls to block the wind from the smaller in the middle. His chieftess -- Adel -- was but an ant on a dark scaled imperial’s nose. The tiny fae could never be found too far away from one the bigger reptilians. Graves would bet it was so she felt tall. The egg was set by the black imperials scarred leg, his form sat patiently. The mirror watched the imperial acknowledge him, a bored eye slowly opening and closing just as quickly. He waited, and waited -- Alduin started to snore -- and only then did Adel stretch her tiny fae form and hop over onto Graves' snoot. A brief exchange was shared; Graves explaining where he found the egg and Adel telling him to bring it to Sula. He wasn't a fan of being pointed in every direction, but he obeyed -- rolling the egg across the floor to the blackened form of lightning across the night sky. Sula was a seasoned warrior, cuts zigzagging through thick hide, spines snapped along her back and tail, she turned electric hues onto the approaching mirror in an instant -- her teeth bared. This ridgeback was not known for her kindness, but for how she acted harshly towards all -- the egg received a soft look and curled against her without an explanation nor care for one. Its dull shell concerned her, where warmth should rise cold instead seeped. Her heart bled for the unhatched dragonling and the low chances it had for survival. She would vow at that moment to protect it until her last, curled close to keep the egg protected from harsh elements. It was days that she stayed like that, her clan deciding to set proper camp around her. Where they wanted to move further into Shadow’s territory, no-one wanted to dare tell the ridgeback to move. So the brambles was were they would live-- The only light came from the sky overhead, and the mushrooms of glowing neon underneath. Graves at the very least had started to collect them; bets starting for the amount he could fit in his gob and whether or not the glowing would show through his teeth. It wasn’t any special day that the egg started to pip -- Sula hadn’t even noticed until the small noc head had shown itself. Deep in her slumber, eyes growing bright as she waited and nudged the egg -- encouraging the hatchling to see the light of day. However, even after, she feared for the child of Shadowbinder with the Arcanists’ blessing. Many had started whispers that it was a sign the Arcanist approved of their move, and the Shadowbinder herself was welcoming them into her lands. Sula, not being the spiritual type, merely wanted the poor thing to live happy and bright-eyed. With eyes of magic and wonder, but the body of trickery and fiends. She who holds the fate of the clan in nimble claw; The Messenger of Guidance and yet the Harbinger of the Dark-- Morrigan 
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