Hythier
(#17868667)
I believe I have made myself quite opaque.
Familiar
Wraith Hound
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Energy: 50/50
This dragon’s natural inborn element is Light.
Male Skydancer
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Personal Style
Apparel
Skin
Scene
Measurements
Length
3.67 m
Wingspan
6.8 m
Weight
555.59 kg
Genetics
Charcoal
Skink
Skink
Azure
Bee
Bee
Shadow
Okapi
Okapi
Hatchday
Breed
Eye Type
Level 4 Skydancer
EXP: 68 / 4027
STR
23
AGI
6
DEF
5
QCK
9
INT
9
VIT
5
MND
9
Biography
❤ H Y T H I E R ❤
hPatriarchh
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ABOUT - » Hythier isn't very nice to anyone. Well.. He's somewhat friendly to Ephialtes. Though he is by far the most affectionate with his mate, Bandadi. Even if Hythier is a little.. Rude.. Everyone still loves him with slight contempt. Especially since he's their leader. It's speculated that this personality of his may have been created due to the stagnant and loveless relationship of his parents. » It seemed they had clutches, not out of love for one another, but out of duty in a way. No one knows for sure, except maybe Hythier and Bandadi themselves. It's doubtful that anyone will ever know other than them. » Deep down, Hythier doesn't believe that there's much of him to love.. He never expected anyone to even remotely care for him. But Bandadi is not just anyone. Whenever she's around him and she speaks, Hythier can feel a spark of warmth inside him along with that feeling that one would call " butterflies." » And when she finally confessed her love for him, he was dumbfounded to say the least. This beautiful and talented Pearlcatcher actually harbored feelings for him?? Needless to say, he returned the feelings and more, since then they've been practically inseparable. » Whenever he has spare time, Hythier will visit with his Pearlcatcher lover's lavish balcony overlooking the waterway coming between the Sunbeam Ruins and the Viridian Labyrinth . » Bandadi has even made him a Lapis Lazuli necklace that he never takes of, wearing it religiously symbolizing his committed bond and loyalty to her and her only. |
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 RELATIONS - » Mate - Bandadi His Queen; mercy on those that scorn her. » Adopted Daughter - Othim A parental figure where she has none. » "Best Friend" - Ephialtes One of the few to stick around by his side. » Half-Brother - Mandalore Very different, yet share a parent. |
 OTHER NOTES - » Gene Plans: Glowtail » Wishlist: Art & Genes » Cost: 1,200 Gems 
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quiet sobbing
When did her voice start doing that? I wonder as Bandadi walks away from where I stand, her tail swaying cheerfully. I am still, watching her retreating back for several moments, trying to puzzle it through in my mind. Usually the answers are so clear to me, but for some reason I do not understand, my mind has none today.
I find that I can focus only on the feeling she has left me with. The sweet timbre of her words makes me feel off, almost as if my innards are trembling. My belly feels curiously light even as I remember her voice. I wonder if this is what most people call “butterflies.” I don’t recall ever having felt them before.
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I find myself questioning this new feeling again and again over the next weeks, but despite my efforts, I do not have any new answers. I know only that Bandadi makes me feel different than anything else. It confuses me, to the point where I am unable to focus very well on my tasks any longer.
Instead, I find my eyes, my attention drawn to Bandadi. She has become a magnet for the iron filings of my thoughts to be drawn to. I try to regain control of my mind, but I find that it is difficult. I don’t understand it. Any of it. This frustrates me.
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“Why do you do that?” Ephialtes asks me that morning, dragging me from the vast expanse of my mind. I have been losing myself in my thoughts far too much recently. I look at him blandly for a few moments before I remember his question.
“Do what?” I inquire dully, not quite sure what point he is trying to make.
“Look at Bandadi like that.” The fae tilts his head, expecting an answer. I search my mind, but I find that I have none.
“Like what?” I press easily, raising one eyebrow.
“Like--” He considers for several moments. “I suppose like you’re fascinated by her.”
I respond after a pause that seems much too long only to turn away from him. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
“Do you have feelings for her?” His voice is matter-of-fact. The feathers of my back prickle uncontrollably at his words. I don’t understand why he would say that, so I don’t respond. I find I have to hide the chills racing down my spine. I consider his question for several long moments, losing myself in the tumultuous storm of my mind.
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I find that I cannot sleep as well anymore. My mind is constantly brimming with questions that have no answers. Even when I am lying alone, I find that I can hear her voice echoing through my head. The odd feeling of “butterflies” has become much stronger, flitting about in my chest. Sometimes it is uncomfortable. Often I feel ill from it.
Though my mind never rests, I am just as confused as I was before. I have become frustrated by this. Frustrated to the point where I am finding it continually more difficult to control my actions. I do not like that feeling. I think that I must confront her about this before I lose my mind.
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I try to speak with her about it, but words have become difficult. Phrases that once could run clearly from my mind to my mouth now stumble. “Bandadi, I need to speak with you.” I manage to form a cohesive sentence at last.
Her smile drops from her face, “Me too.” She says quietly, making the butterflies move. I am intrigued by this, and I ask her to speak first. “I--I love you.” Bandadi tells me, her words coming out in a rush.
I find I am stunned into silence. She bites her mouth, her eyes suddenly worried. Her face carries the look of someone that fears they have said too much. I open my mouth, but no words come out. I stand, motionless, as Bandadi’s expression transitions from fear to disappointment. Something appears to break within her. She turns, slowly, and walks away.
Why? I am not sure how to feel. I am not sure what to think. My mind is utterly baffled by this turn of events, and I find I do not know how to think anymore. My chest clenches painfully as I watch her walk away. Heedless of what it may look like, I run after her.
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“I have feelings.” I say breathlessly. My words are indelicate, unrefined. All the same, I know that I must say this.
“I--I don’t understand,” Her laughter is weak, quavering as she strives to cover up her nervousness. I find that I do not have an explanation for her. How could I not have noticed this before? The way that her swan like neck flows into her slender shoulders. The way that her eyes sparkle when she speaks, seemingly far brighter than the gems that she works with. The words sound foolish in my head, the words of a dreamer, not a thinker. However, I find I cannot stop them.
I raise my hand hesitantly. I don’t understand why I am finding it so hard to make my body obey me. Her cheek is smooth under my touch, and I can feel her thready pulse. I lean close, my heart throbbing in my chest. My eyes capture hers, and I dare not break the contact between us. My words come out as a whisper, the loudest that I can manage at this moment. Breath catching in my throat, I manage,“ I love you.”
I never thought that I would say those words. I never thought that I could believe in something so frivolous, so nonsensical. I did not understand why people love. But sharing this moment with her, I understand. Love does not make sense. It has no place in the world of reason, because one does not love with the mind. One loves with the heart, where the butterflies dance in my chest.
Writing by - Skylark
When did her voice start doing that? I wonder as Bandadi walks away from where I stand, her tail swaying cheerfully. I am still, watching her retreating back for several moments, trying to puzzle it through in my mind. Usually the answers are so clear to me, but for some reason I do not understand, my mind has none today.
I find that I can focus only on the feeling she has left me with. The sweet timbre of her words makes me feel off, almost as if my innards are trembling. My belly feels curiously light even as I remember her voice. I wonder if this is what most people call “butterflies.” I don’t recall ever having felt them before.
--
I find myself questioning this new feeling again and again over the next weeks, but despite my efforts, I do not have any new answers. I know only that Bandadi makes me feel different than anything else. It confuses me, to the point where I am unable to focus very well on my tasks any longer.
Instead, I find my eyes, my attention drawn to Bandadi. She has become a magnet for the iron filings of my thoughts to be drawn to. I try to regain control of my mind, but I find that it is difficult. I don’t understand it. Any of it. This frustrates me.
--
“Why do you do that?” Ephialtes asks me that morning, dragging me from the vast expanse of my mind. I have been losing myself in my thoughts far too much recently. I look at him blandly for a few moments before I remember his question.
“Do what?” I inquire dully, not quite sure what point he is trying to make.
“Look at Bandadi like that.” The fae tilts his head, expecting an answer. I search my mind, but I find that I have none.
“Like what?” I press easily, raising one eyebrow.
“Like--” He considers for several moments. “I suppose like you’re fascinated by her.”
I respond after a pause that seems much too long only to turn away from him. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
“Do you have feelings for her?” His voice is matter-of-fact. The feathers of my back prickle uncontrollably at his words. I don’t understand why he would say that, so I don’t respond. I find I have to hide the chills racing down my spine. I consider his question for several long moments, losing myself in the tumultuous storm of my mind.
--
I find that I cannot sleep as well anymore. My mind is constantly brimming with questions that have no answers. Even when I am lying alone, I find that I can hear her voice echoing through my head. The odd feeling of “butterflies” has become much stronger, flitting about in my chest. Sometimes it is uncomfortable. Often I feel ill from it.
Though my mind never rests, I am just as confused as I was before. I have become frustrated by this. Frustrated to the point where I am finding it continually more difficult to control my actions. I do not like that feeling. I think that I must confront her about this before I lose my mind.
--
I try to speak with her about it, but words have become difficult. Phrases that once could run clearly from my mind to my mouth now stumble. “Bandadi, I need to speak with you.” I manage to form a cohesive sentence at last.
Her smile drops from her face, “Me too.” She says quietly, making the butterflies move. I am intrigued by this, and I ask her to speak first. “I--I love you.” Bandadi tells me, her words coming out in a rush.
I find I am stunned into silence. She bites her mouth, her eyes suddenly worried. Her face carries the look of someone that fears they have said too much. I open my mouth, but no words come out. I stand, motionless, as Bandadi’s expression transitions from fear to disappointment. Something appears to break within her. She turns, slowly, and walks away.
Why? I am not sure how to feel. I am not sure what to think. My mind is utterly baffled by this turn of events, and I find I do not know how to think anymore. My chest clenches painfully as I watch her walk away. Heedless of what it may look like, I run after her.
--
“I have feelings.” I say breathlessly. My words are indelicate, unrefined. All the same, I know that I must say this.
“I--I don’t understand,” Her laughter is weak, quavering as she strives to cover up her nervousness. I find that I do not have an explanation for her. How could I not have noticed this before? The way that her swan like neck flows into her slender shoulders. The way that her eyes sparkle when she speaks, seemingly far brighter than the gems that she works with. The words sound foolish in my head, the words of a dreamer, not a thinker. However, I find I cannot stop them.
I raise my hand hesitantly. I don’t understand why I am finding it so hard to make my body obey me. Her cheek is smooth under my touch, and I can feel her thready pulse. I lean close, my heart throbbing in my chest. My eyes capture hers, and I dare not break the contact between us. My words come out as a whisper, the loudest that I can manage at this moment. Breath catching in my throat, I manage,“ I love you.”
I never thought that I would say those words. I never thought that I could believe in something so frivolous, so nonsensical. I did not understand why people love. But sharing this moment with her, I understand. Love does not make sense. It has no place in the world of reason, because one does not love with the mind. One loves with the heart, where the butterflies dance in my chest.
Writing by - Skylark
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