Pori

(#19932799)
Seer
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Energy: 41/50
This dragon’s natural inborn element is Wind.
Female Wildclaw
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Personal Style

Apparel

Autumn Breeze
Summer Swelter
Will o' the Ember
Solar Flame Candles
Haunting Amber Grasp
Solar Flame Headpiece
Celebration Sage Cover
Solar Flame Cloak
Solar Flame Collar
Solar Flame Tail Jewel
Solar Flame Tail Ribbon
Gilded Compass
Ember Sylvan Wings
Celebration Sage Sleeves
Celebration Sage Sash

Skin

Skin: Wildfire

Scene

Scene: Starksand Dunes

Measurements

Length
5.72 m
Wingspan
8.19 m
Weight
687.47 kg

Genetics

Primary Gene
Lemon
Crystal
Lemon
Crystal
Secondary Gene
Crimson
Facet
Crimson
Facet
Tertiary Gene
Lemon
Stained
Lemon
Stained

Hatchday

Hatchday
Jan 07, 2016
(8 years)

Breed

Breed
Adult
Wildclaw

Eye Type

Eye Type
Wind
Common
Level 25 Wildclaw
Max Level
Meditate
Haste
Eliminate
Rally
Sap
Berserker
Berserker
Berserker
Ambush
Ambush
STR
135
AGI
8
DEF
5
QCK
32
INT
5
VIT
5
MND
5

Biography

[tw--self-mutilation]


















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The Seer is thrice blind.



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Her eyes were her precognition; she looked and saw the future of her kind. Hatchlings tumbling in the boneyard that is their home, adult forms somewhere beyond the wyrmwound but not yet, not now. Clanmates, withering and breaking and disintegrating to dust before her eyes. She visited nests and saw the ghosts their eggs become, old and dead before they were even born. Placed a claw on the husks and spoke welcome after she said goodbye.

The contagion and inhabitants breathe. The sun hangs high (perpetual, infinite) but lives ebb in a chaotic lull of the tides. She walked these lands and saw the wars that never happened, fought by generations that never existed.

Yet, she thought—for time is a terrible thing, and to hold its horizon in her gaze is a curse—as she tore out her eyes and dropped them in the dead, parched sands.






Her ears were her gateway; she listened and heard joy, heard intensity, heard anger, heard grief. Each called out to her like a song where she was the composer. Notes etched themselves against the back of her mind, a melody for one. Dragons came to her for counsel, once; she experienced their breaks and their sorrows, their maladies and their sufferings, and felt everything yet nothing.

The cacophony didn’t go away no matter how much she screamed. Stories of survivors were never beautiful; they are drenched in blood and riddled with scars, for happenstance is a terrible thing. And they can laugh, they can cry, but the sun hangs high in the eternal sky and it laughs and cries for nobody.

They were a broken accordion of pointless misfortunes, so she bashed her head against a wall until wetness dribbled from her ears, until she was finally left with a dull buzz of silence.
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Her skin was her history; she ran her talons across chipped murals of her lair and felt laughter that had long faded within the walls. Laid her feet on great skeletal monuments and merged with gods that once roamed the land. She was young, but the earth is willing to speak. And speak it did: of an era before clans, an era before deities. The birth of the sun. The cusp of creation. The pinpoint of beginnings.

Sometimes, she stumbled upon might-have-beens, crooked drop-offs of past possibilities, bottoms obscured by the darkness of uncertainty. Scarier were the buried secrets, extinctions and apocalypses that had been wiped from memory; for truth is a terrible thing, and she learned that some secrets were best forgotten.

There would be no undoing what was done. She tried anyway—threw herself into an acid pool in hopes that it would clean away her sins. It couldn’t, but she came out with skin eaten to nothing around her limbs, all nerves burnt away. The subsequent pain was a reprieve.









She draped a cloth over her eyes, bound the bleeding edges of her ears, chained gemstones to her ankles and wrists. She can’t see, can’t hear, can’t touch, and it is as much peace as she can allow herself.

She is the Seer. And the Seer is thrice blind.

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