Skyien
(#10905701)
"I will keep searching..."
Familiar
Miniature Sornieth Globe
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Energy: 48/50
This dragon’s natural inborn element is Water.
Male Skydancer
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Personal Style
Apparel
Skin
Scene
Measurements
Length
5.38 m
Wingspan
5.38 m
Weight
754.77 kg
Genetics
Splash
Iridescent
Iridescent
Maize
Facet
Facet
Maize
Gembond
Gembond
Hatchday
Breed
Eye Type
Level 6 Skydancer
EXP: 537 / 8380
STR
5
AGI
30
DEF
5
QCK
16
INT
10
VIT
5
MND
10
Lineage
Parents
Offspring
- Alphecca
- Hero
- Hero
- Mabel
- Hero
- Nova
- Everwanderer
- Leptodon
- SwiftWarrior
- Desertsong
- Dainan
- Pryce
- Unnamed
- Furymaw
- Resistance
- Xylona
- Hailstone
- Sleetsong
- Mist
- Ogrenix
- Hero
- Dreadmurk
- Hero
- Diserone
- Nerux
- Sterren
- Flamme
- Nabokov
- Killian
- Pastela
- Arietis
- Hero
- Unnamed
- Fritz
- Mageling
- Snowpoff
- Aria
- Chrysophylax
- Molnun
- Artegal
- Alexis
- August
- Ragnufel
- Axel
- Irelia
- Sera
- Virus
- Elspeth
- Virus
- Lionar
- Fendel
Biography
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Skyshine Goldfeather
Lead Explorer "Know that somewhere, there will be a place for you in the world."
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 B I O G R A P H Y
"Everything is your fault!" The young Skydancer screamed out into the storm, the tears he shed mixing with the stinging drops that fell from the sky. He hated water. He hated rain. It made him remember. He hated pain. It made him remember. He hated blue. It made him remember. His own body, marred with gashes and gems torn from his flesh, was one giant stupid reminder of where he came from. He didn't care if it ended. He curled up among the vivid green grasses and bamboo, not caring if nobody found him. He had barely lived and already he wanted to die. It wasn't because of him. He was a good kid, right? He'd done everything they asked. He'd worked harder than they wanted him to. He did more, but they were never satisfied. Claws digging into his own wounds, he curled up tighter, watching the dark sky grow darker. 
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B I O G R A P H Y
He awoke in a shallow cave. The one that he assumed had picked him up was on the other side, gently putting together a meal. Something that he could eat. Something... for him. Was that right? He couldn't remember the last time someone had done something for him. He'd only heard of it. But for sure, it was for him. Glancing down at his body, he found bandages wrapped around his wounds. Fresh bandages. Soft bandages. No more scars. This dragon was weird. Why would they save him? They had no reason to. "Why did you save me?" He didn't mean to ask. He was afraid of the answer. And when the other turned and looked at him, his eyes widened and he flattened himself down. No, he definitely shouldn't have asked. "You deserve a life." The Skydancer paused. ...The big guy wasn't mad? The golden eyed dragon picked up his small bundle, setting it before the thin Skydancer. "Eat. You should be strong." With that, the Skydancer's anger turned on himself. Here he was, wanting to die when... there were ones out there who cared. The dragon's voice didn't have a hint of anger towards him. It had been too long since he had last heard someone speak to him with compassion. It was new, and he welcomed it. Tears filled his eyes once more. "Thank you..."
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B I O G R A P H Y
The duo continued through the greens of the Plateau. Neither of them had a destination, but as long as they traveled together, they wouldn't need one. If they found no home, then they would be fine as long as they had each other. ... Night had fallen. The borders of the Starfall Isles were never quiet, the true beauty only revealing itself as darkness fell. They'd reached one end of Sornieth. Silently, both of them trudged on, eyes filled with awe for the glowing beauty of the Starwood Strand. Both of them secretly wanted to live there. They had never seen anything like it. And, lo and behold, they found a clan. And with them, they stayed.
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Bio template by @Mibella, find it here.
An earthen spire warped by the nearby magics of the Starfall Isles, glittering with magical ores and gemstones as it approaches the clouds; this is where the Icarus Ridge is located, and its colonies make their home among this ancient stone.
A small island between the territories of Arcane and Earth, with some arguing they belong to both, and others neither. This is where the Dusthooved make their permanent camp, tents and portable houses that shuffle, disappear, and reappear over time.
Within an ancient canyon flourishing with life, the Bittercrisp Orchard makes their home. Flower petals from the ever-blooming trees carpet the ground, interacting with the rich crystal jutting out the canyon walls to create a beautiful display year-round.
The Temple of Requiem, the Crooked Spire, the Final Requiem, or the Bell's Toll Catacombs, whatever the name-- the imposing, ancient temple stands tall amongst ruins and rubble, seemingly at peace with the undead denizens that roam nearby. The catacombs underneath the temple spread far and wide, with clans miles away still accidentally excavating into them.
My fabulous baby~ :D
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