Samael
(#26715479)
Level 25 Wildclaw
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This dragon’s natural inborn element is Arcane.
Female Wildclaw
This dragon is hibernating.
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Personal Style
Apparel
Skin
Scene
Measurements
Length
5.88 m
Wingspan
7.99 m
Weight
581.87 kg
Genetics
Coral
Jaguar
Jaguar
Red
Rosette
Rosette
Obsidian
Capsule
Capsule
Hatchday
Breed
Eye Type
Level 25 Wildclaw
Max Level
STR
7
AGI
6
DEF
6
QCK
5
INT
7
VIT
7
MND
7
Lineage
Parents
- none
Offspring
- none
Biography
Samael
Aspiring Witch Doctor
Aspiring Witch Doctor
[img]Breeding Card Image Here[/img]
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The darkness was absolutely oppressive, a crushing weight all around the tiny Tundra. The small, orphaned fluffy hatchling was scared, and rightly so. She had just hatched, but there were no dragons near her, not even any living creatures as far as she could tell. All she saw around her was stuff that she could not see any purpose to, none at all. Scraps of metal, sharp and intimidating, along with rotting garbage and other, even less identifiable things, were the only objects around to keep her company. She shuddered. A chill breeze was in the air, coming from the direction she instinctively knew was south. She had no idea where to go, or even what she was. She had no idea where she had come from. All she knew was that she was alone, and that terrified her. She looked down and around her, seeing bits of broken, purple eggshell. She shivered again, her thick fur not entirely taking the sting out of the cold wind. She realized that nothing was going to get done just sitting there, so she stood up, shakily, stretched her small and useless wings, and started walking. She walked with the breeze at her right, since she had no other way of keeping a sense of direction. The ground was pink around her, but she paid it no mind. What other color would ground be? In the Arcane domain, many dragons grow up without realizing that normally, dirt is brown. She kept walking, eventually coming to a tall, metal fence. It was several times taller than her, and she decided that she would need a way over it, but she didn’t know how. So, on a whim, she began using her strong Tundra jaws and legs to pull pieces of junk over towards the fence itself, slowly creating a ramp of sorts. It took her two days, eating the occasional edible-seeming plant growing in the garbage and hiding whenever she heard something else moving. But she managed it. That wind never stopped blowing, and she never lost her sense of direction. She climbed up her makeshift escape, finally tumbling down on the other side. As she hit the ground, she felt a crunch from her left wing, and a sharp, blinding pain. But she stood up and kept walking. Another day’s travel brought her to a place she didn’t understand. A reddish-brown substance crept over the ground, visibly moving and shifting. She didn’t want to walk on it, but she felt like she had to. A strong creature, she knew, didn’t fear what they didn’t understand; rather, they simply endeavored to understand it. So she kept walking, always keeping that cold wind at her right side. A few more days travel, and she found her first Beastclan – a Serthis. She tried to hide, but couldn’t. An instinctive response forced her, once she was spotted, to lunge at the snake-creature and bare her incredibly sharp hatchling fangs. The wounds she caused were not deep, but they bled profusely. Landing on the other side of the Serthis, she was caught by surprise by a lashing tail that threw her several feet to one side, landing on her left wing again. That blinding pain returned, but she stood up and lunged again, this time laying herself flat on the ground afterwards to avoid the lashing tail. It took over an hour, but finally the Serthis fell to the ground, either dead or dying. The small, as-yet-nameless Tundra checked its satchels, finding a bounty of edible plants and meat, which she devoured, feeling full for the first time since she hatched. She smiled, pain in her wing forgotten for the moment. Before long, though, she had to move on, leaving the Beastclan creature to its demise. She walked and walked, the pain in her wing getting worse and worse. Eventually, after almost a week, she found a cave and huddled up inside, finally spared – if only temporarily – from that chilling wind. She curled in on herself, making sure her injured wing was towards the cool wall of the cave. She woke up to a group of dragons looming over her. Instict kicked in again, and she lunged at the closest one, only to come up short as the large Guardian, Almacheist, caught her mid-leap. The small Tundra struggled, growling and snarling in as intimidating a manner as she could manage. The Guardian simply looked at her, an amused smile on her face. Kajeen and Sternenkind simply watched, curious as to what the clan leader would do. Almacheist’s smile abruptly faded as she saw the hatchling’s clearly shattered wing. She glanced at Sternenkind, who shrugged, and at Kajeen, who was hovering uncomfortably close – although, his sight probably had something to do with that. Almacheist spoke up, saying “This one is now one of ours. Any objections?” Kajeen quickly shook his head, surprising Almacheist as the Spiral generally didn’t like newcomers. Sternenkind simply shrugged again, continuing his streak of being the most noncommittal dragon Almacheist had ever met. Almacheist leaned over and set down the small hatchling, saying in a soothing voice “Your name is Samael, and I will raise you as my own. You will be safe with us. Please, accompany us back to our clan.” The small dragon didn’t understand the words, but she understood from the tone that this dragon meant her no harm. She relaxed slightly, still not trusting the two dragons to either side of her new protector. In truth, little Samael was happy just to know that she was finally safe, or at least safer than she would be on her own. They flew back to the clan lair, their new recruit in tow. Samael learned much about dragonkind in the few days it took to return to the clan. She learned some common words and what they meant, she learned what it meant to have a name and that hers was Samael. She liked that name; it was easy for her to say, and it sounded like her. They returned to the lair late at night; no other dragons were awake and they walked in without even a greeting from a clanmate. Almacheist took Samael, who was getting bigger by the day, now that she had a steady source of food on the way back to the clan, and dragged her to the clan’s Hoard. She went to the very back, to a dark corner that was covered in cobwebs and dust. Almacheist took a scroll case and, with utmost care, took it off the shelf and opened it. “Speak these words, Samael, and you will be changed. This scroll will destroy you and then put you back together, but it will fix your wing.” Samael nodded, still feeling the sting from her wing that had never properly set or healed. She gingerly took the scroll and looked at it, surprised as the knowledge of the words, their meaning, and how to say them flooded her mind. She began to intone the syllables, each word coming to her easier than the next. She understood why she had to do this, and what was coming after she finished reading the ancient runes. When she reached the end, a searing pain took over her entire body, and she collapsed. It was a difficult process, changing breeds, but it is doubly so when the dragon is injured in such a way that the scroll has to correct it. Within a few minutes, the fluffy Tundra that had been there had disappeared, and in her place was a perfectly healthy – and perfectly deadly – Wildclaw. Samael stood up and flexed her wings, using her much more flexible neck to inspect her entire body, and gently lashing her tail back and forth. She looked at Almacheist and grinned. Now this, this was Samael more thoroughly than Samael ever had been. And she was ready for whatever challenge the world threw at her next. |
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