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Yulalie

(#26994079)

Level 1 Skydancer

Familiar

Raptorik Herder

Energy: 50/50

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Length

4.33 m

Wingspan

5.69 m

Weight

375.12 kg

Genetics

Coal
Poison

Antique
Toxin

Antique
Stained

Hatchday

Sep 17, 2016
(7 years)

Breed

Adult
Skydancer

Eye Type

Ice
Common

Level 1 Skydancer

EXP: 0 / 245

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Biography

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Yulalie
{ yu - LAA - lee }
Nickname: Yula
Lead Scavenger
♦ purchased from
Weatherun Hatchery

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The Scavenger's Road
(written by Disillusionist)
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It might have been because she'd been born in the Southern Icefield, where food was usually scarce, but from the very beginning Yulalie wanted more. She always paused to listen to travelers from other lands, and she questioned them closely about the wonders waiting for them back home. When she was barely old enough, she left the clan, finding passage with other travelers and eventually finding herself halfway across the world.

The Sunbeam Ruins, it seemed to her, was the richest, most prosperous land, and so she decided to make her home here. She fell in with a small but hardworking clan. Yulalie had picked up a few skills here and there, but it was difficult for her to settle down in any one industry: a jill of all trades, a mistress of none. She mostly worked alongside the clan engineer; they both hailed from Ice and so had some common ground. She was able to help the old dragon tinker with his machines and devices, but her heart was never really in it; she was always dreaming of grander and greater things...even if she couldn't rightly say what they were.

The clan was soon joined by another Skydancer. His name was Xavier, and he and Yulalie clicked right away. They whiled away the hours exchanging plans, ideas about what they wanted to do in the future. It wasn't belong before those plans intertwined and they each found themselves including the other in their imaginings. Things proceeded in a not-uncommon fashion, and soon they were a mated pair.

"But we live out here in the sticks," Xavier chuckled. "We should find some great city, raise our children there." Yulalie heartily agreed -- but by then it was too late; the eggs, when they came, were too fragile to be moved. It was their first clutch, and neither mother nor father wanted to risk the children. They remained in the clan.

More eggs hatched, and more...Yulalie and Xavier talked about moving away less often now. They concentrated on raising their children instead. But discussions or none, the hatchlings had inherited their parents' dreams of grandeur, their longing for something more. They grew up, raised by the clan as much as by their own parents, listening to tales of dragons past who had been sent to serve the Lightweaver. It was the ultimate glory! It was called "exaltation" for a very, very good reason....

Yulalie and Xavier found themselves agreeing. Any dragon could build an empire or a city, but only the very greatest were given to the gods. When their children asked to be trained to serve the Lightweaver, they concurred. All but one child passed the tests; then they all went away together to the Beacon of the Radiant Eye.

There were no more children after those two clutches. Yulalie still thought about moving elsewhere, but Xavier had lost interest in the idea. He had watched his children train and had thought to himself, "I can do that." It wasn't long before he, too, asked to be trained for exaltation.

And still Yulalie didn't mind. "You'll come visit me, won't you?" she asked. She was being facetious -- exalted dragons did not come back. But Xavier promised that he would write while he was allowed to, and wouldn't it be grand? Why, she would be married to the servant of a deity, and their children would be warriors of Light as well! It wasn't the glory she'd looked for, but it was glory nonetheless....

And so Xavier went away. Yulalie had thought about joining him, but had decided it was not for her. She was too delicate and -- she was honest enough to admit -- too high-strung. No, life was better here in the lair. The clan had grown prosperous, and the work here was easy. She could go back to tinkering alongside the old engineer, swap stories with him.

For a long time, she did exactly that. She had nary a care in the world. Xavier's letters stopped after a while, but that was normal; once exaltees became more enmeshed in the day-to-day duties of serving their deity, they could not be troubled to write back home. Yulalie comforted herself by recalling that dragons in the service of a god were protected by that god. It was only right.

And then one day, a letter arrived from the Cathedral of Eyes.

Many years before Yulalie had arrived, another of the clan's families had exalted their children. They had been so proud, too! They had also told themselves that their sons would be protected....

But one of them was dead. He'd gone to war in his goddess' name and had washed up on a lonely shore. And there he had died, far from home, surrounded only by strangers and spirits.

The other dragons quietly accepted this, and outwardly, Yulalie did, too. But deep inside, the turmoil and anxiety gnawed away at her. Was this her beloved Xavier's fate? And what of their beautiful children? Were they doomed to die in battle, never knowing the warmth of a lair and a family again?

She ached for news of them, but there was no way to reach them; the deities did not cater to such trifling demands. All dragons knew there was the possibility they'd die in battle They knew such a thing was likely to happen. Yulalie had understood that and had accepted it, and it had been fine...

So long as it didn't happen to those she cared about.

Her decison began to haunt her. She'd sent her children and mate away so willingly....She'd even laughed and smiled! Glory! All for glory! "Are you all right?" her clanmates asked her, but she could only hang her head in shame. Her hunger for glory had very possibly killed her family.

She continued to live and work with the clan. Her family would have wanted that....Yet she found herself drifting away from the engineer's labs; instead, she roamed far and wide, picking up what knickknacks and trifles she found, scavenging for the lair. She did this day by day, half-fearing, half-hoping, that she would come across something dropped by one of her children or her mate, some sign of them....

She did not know what she'd do if she found such a sign. She would probably go mad...or else she, too, would turn her face towards the Beacon of the Radiant Eye. She supposed it didn't really matter now. Glory or obscurity -- in the end, all went to the grave.

~ The End

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