Viktor
(#29554994)
Level 5 Wildclaw
Familiar
Slumbering Charlatan
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This dragon’s natural inborn element is Lightning.
Male Wildclaw
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Personal Style
Apparel
Skin
Scene
Measurements
Length
5.11 m
Wingspan
4.74 m
Weight
547.81 kg
Genetics
Ice
Crystal
Crystal
Ice
Facet
Facet
Orca
Lace
Lace
Hatchday
Breed
Eye Type
Level 5 Wildclaw
EXP: 3439 / 5545
STR
8
AGI
9
DEF
6
QCK
5
INT
5
VIT
6
MND
6
Biography
 V I K T O R♫
KING OF THE NEW COURT
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I N F O Gender: Male Mate: Exclusive ╰━━━━━━━━╯
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R E L A T I O N S  MATE PARENTS  KING OF THE OLD COURT  QUEEN OF THE OLD COURT ╰━━━━━━━━╯ |
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". . ." ╰━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━╯ Ancient tales speak of changelings; fairy hatchlings placed in the nests of mortal parents. Some fairies never raise their own children and Viktor’s egg was no different. He hatched in the Tempest Spire beneath the roaring storm clouds and cracking lightning, but it never felt like home. From the beginning, Viktor wasn't like other hatchlings. He was unusual; eerie in a way that made his parents and clan feel unsettled despite the fact that they could never pinpoint exactly what it was that caused the feeling. Indeed, the only one who didn’t seem to care was Viktor’s sister, Arkania. She was bold and passionate, often dragging him off on adventures that inevitably landed them in trouble. When they got caught, Viktor always took the blame. “You’re such a bad influence,” their parents would tell him, but Arkania would thank him later and that always made it worthwhile. Viktor also had a secret that he kept from even Arkania. There was a dance; one that he knew from the moment he was born. The dance frightened even Viktor sometimes because of how instinctual it was. Once he began, he had no control over his body, which seemed to twirl and pivot to a pattern of movements that Viktor could never change. It wasn’t a secret that Viktor loved dancing, but he never shared this particular dance. Not until his sister stumbled upon him one day. “What was that!” Viktor jolted with surprise before turning to see Arkania, a broad smile across her face. “I’ve never seen that dance before, where did you learn it?” Viktor laughed nervously “what dance?” he said quickly, before sighing. Perhaps it was best just to explain, his sister would understan- “Oh Viktor, I found you! Ready to go? I have an amazing adventure planned for today”. Viktor glanced at her with confusion, “what about the dance?” he said. “What dance? Did you have something new you wanted to show me? Better make it quick or I’m leaving you to go explore the Tempest Spire on my own!” After that, Viktor was caught a few more times. He began to realize that dragons who watched his dance would believe anything that he told them, even if it was a blatant lie. So Viktor began to lie. He didn’t realize at first that there were repercussions in altering what other dragons believed. He simply saw it as an opportunity, perhaps a chance to finally feel at home among the dragons who shunned him his entire life. “You don’t feel uneasy around me,” he told the clan. They believed him. The more Viktor lied to his family, the more they began to change. Dragons in the clan went mad, fighting amongst one another or rambling to themselves in insanity. They no longer knew what to believe since many of Viktor’s lies conflicted with other memories and beliefs in their minds. Even Arkania became a shell of her former self, rambling on about things that Viktor didn’t understand. What had he done? His home was in shambles, the dragons he had called a family were corrupted by his lies and Viktor felt only guilt. Perhaps they were better off without him. The Wildclaw danced once more for his clan and told them one last lie. “I never existed,” he said, “and neither have any of the things I’ve ever told you”. Viktor was happy watching as his family exchanged confused looks before someone shouted, “hey I’ve never seen you around before, what brings you to our clan?” It was Viktor’s father, his voice directed at the son he no longer remembered he had. “Oh me?” Viktor said with a forced smile, “I was simply passing through”. After that, Viktor traveled; studying and learning dances as he went from region to region in search of a new home. Despite learning hundreds of different dances, Viktor never saw another dragon perform a dance that resembled the one he had known since he hatched. It was several years after he left his birth clan that Viktor received an invitation. It came in the beak of a crow that landed before the Wildclaw and dropped a golden envelope at his feet. “Greetings Viktor. It is on behalf of the Cathedral of Eyes that we extend this invitation. We cordially welcome you to join us for the premier of our latest theatrical production.” Below the writing there was a time and date along with a set of coordinates for the venue. Viktor supposed he had little to loose by attending and he arrived at the Cathedral right as the sun set, its golden rays piercing through the think blanket of fog that surrounded the structure. The Cathedral itself was a looming monument carved from the limestone cliffs and decorated extravagantly with stained glass windows and an expansive courtyard garden. There was an obsidian Imperial at the door who greeted Viktor with a request to see an invitation before leading the Wildclaw inside and down a series of polished marble halls. Viktor took a seat in the large theatre room, its velveteen red seats facing towards the stage, which was still obscured by a heavy golden curtain. The Cathedral was eerie and Viktor was beginning to feel uncomfortable, a feeling that was only amplified when the curtains were drawn and a pale Wildclaw stepped out onto the stage who looked surprisingly like- “Arkania!” someone on the stage shouted and Viktor could barely believe what he was seeing. Indeed, the performance seemed to capture every detail of Arkania’s life including his dance. How could these dragons possibly know? How could they perform the dance, his dance so flawlessly? The performance continued; showing Arkania’s life after Viktor left the clan. She had grown up, still as bold and adventurous as ever but then. . she started asking questions. “I’m looking for information” the actress playing Arkania said, “about a dance that can get someone to believe anything you tell them.” There was a dragon, an Imperial with pearlescent scales that stared down at the Wildclaw, “and why do you desire such information?” Arkania's expression was laced with determination, “I’m searching for my brother”. “What will you give me in exchange for the truth?” the Imperial asked, her voice a whisper. “Anything.” Viktor heard the truth about himself as the pale dragon spoke. “How much do you know about Faeries?” the Imperial began. When she finished, Arkania glared at the pearlescent dragon, “what rubbish! How can you believe in such things? Faeries? Those only exist in legends.” The Imperial sighed, unfurling herself as she began to dance. “Do you believe me now? I’ve told you the truth and now you will give me what you promised — anything, right?” The Wildclaw blinked her eyes as if clearing a daydream from her head and shifted uneasily, “well, I suppose that was the bargain, what will you take?” A smirk stretched across the Imperial’s face, “your life”. Viktor closed his eyes before the performance ended. He couldn’t watch what he presumed was his sister’s death, but there was little he could do to block out the screams. When Viktor opened his eyes again again, the pearlescent Imperial had stepped off the stage and now stood before him. “Well Viktor, it’s nice to finally meet you. I am Titania and-” The Wildclaw snarled, “you! How dare you speak to me after what I just witnessed!” The Imperial only sighed disapprovingly, “is that any way to speak to your mother? We’ve simply done you a favor by eliminating all of your earthly ties; your weaknesses. After all, how can you truly learn to manipulate someone if you actually care about them?” Viktor lunged from his seat, attempting to slash at the Imperial before she pinned him to the ground. “You’re so small and weak in this form!” she laughed, “why do you bother keeping it? You’re a prince of the faerie court, you should look the part.” Viktor growled back, “No! That’s not who I am and you are not my family! I will never join your court.” Titania sighed, “I didn’t want to have to, but i suppose you leave us with no choice”. The theatre around Viktor faded slowly, now taking the form of a throne room cast in twilight shadows. There were a series of bird cages hanging from the vaulted ceiling and several etherial dragons dancing in a circle around Viktor and Titania. “You were born here Viktor, and you’ve always been a prince of the Faerie Court”. Viktor had no choice but to believe the lies. Viktor hatched inside the Cathedral of Eyes, but the structure never felt like home. He served the Court for many years, becoming a master of weaving elaborate lies to accompany his dance. “You know our dance is meant to be on ice, right?” his father had said before gifting Viktor a Polarfreeze Defender; a bear-like creature with the ability to freeze any surface. Viktor always felt, however, that something was missing; that there was something he couldn’t quite remember correctly. The only reminder of his previous life was his form, which had remained that of a Wildclaw much to his parents’ chagrin. Then he met Yuuri. The Coatl had seen his dance and Viktor waited until the other dragon fell asleep to whisper into his ear. “There was no one dancing on the lake tonight”. The next night, however, the Coatl came back, eager to watch the Wildclaw dance again. Viktor was puzzled as no matter how many times the Coatl watched his dance, the Wildclaw could never get him to believe the lies he spun. Then the Coatl actually started replicating the dance and it was Viktor’s turn to stare, wide-eyed from the side of the lake as he watched his own dance repeated back at him. Well. . almost. The Coatl was still shaky on his feet and the landings to his jumps were. . they could use some work. Viktor was thinking to himself as he watched the Coatl when the other dragon disappeared. Alarmed, he looked to the lake, seeing the cracks in the ice surrounding a break in the surface of the ice sheet. Viktor rushed onto the lake, diving into the water and pulling the now unconscious Coatl back up to the surface. “I wanted to impress the faeires when I finally met them. I know they’re real” Yuuri said when he woke up. Viktor could only smile, “Consider me impressed”. The longer that Viktor spent with Yuuri, the more he started to remember his past and the more he began to resent the Faerie Court. Viktor had never been able to change his family’s dance before, but now that Yuuri was with him, his ties to the Court of Faerie began to dissolve and his dance began to change. When he danced, dragons were no longer forced to believe anything he would tell them. Instead, the dragons who watched Viktor and Yuuri would simply be happy, even if it was just until the dance ended. The pair became kings of a new Faerie Court and they vowed that one day, they would overthrow Titania and Oberon. The Old Court was nearing the end of its reign. |
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