Evenstar
(#27858182)
Level 3 Imperial
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This dragon’s natural inborn element is Arcane.
Female Imperial
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Personal Style
Apparel
Skin
Scene
Measurements
Length
19.1 m
Wingspan
17.77 m
Weight
7903.66 kg
Genetics
Shale
Iridescent
Iridescent
Orca
Shimmer
Shimmer
Coal
Gembond
Gembond
Hatchday
Breed
Eye Type
Level 3 Imperial
EXP: 403 / 1401
STR
6
AGI
6
DEF
6
QCK
5
INT
8
VIT
8
MND
6
Lineage
Biography
Evenstar
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Nickname: Eve Researcher ~ Alchemist  
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Interesting things fill the world, and curiosity cannot be sated by studying the same things over and over again. I think this is why I chose to leave my parent's clan, and why - at least on my mother's side - my parents let me go so easily. There may have been more at work - some alignment of the stars, or perhaps a once-in-a-lifetime cosmic event, or maybe a butterfly sneezed somewhere and set off a ripple of events; no matter the case, or cause, or whatever you want to call it, life has certainly been filled with adventure since that day. I was born into a Clan settled on the Starfall isles and it was there, surrounded by a vastly unique array of dragons, that I grew and learned. In appearances, I take after my mother, but it's my father's adventurous spirit that I inherited that really was a pillar of my personality. Most hatchlings do not give a second thought to their nest or the egg they crawled from, but I was determined to figure things out. Why was the nest in this spot? How did they decide on the size? How did I fit into that egg, and what was going to happen to the shell? Questions, always questions, and simple answers that relied on the acceptance of past information were never good enough. As I grew and began learning about our magic, and flying, life became a lot more exciting, but my endless questions almost always ended with my teachers bellowing out, "That's just the way it is!" Which, of course, was not good enough. Eventually, studying late into the night and rising early, I had gleaned all I could from my older clan members (or sufficiently irritated them to the point that they would no longer answer my barrage of challenging interest), and it was time to move along. When I told my parents, there was a small mix of relief and concern, but this does seem to be the way things are done in Sornieth - dragons travel all the time for one reason or another. I promised to send them letters whenever I had a chance, and I hope that they are receiving them. Ahh, but life is never as easy as we want to think... The day I left the Clan was dreary, at best. The sky was darkly overcast and a chill was seeping into the air. Many dragons were busy lighting incense and other well-maintained fires to protect the books and scrolls and research materials from the damp, but my parents had both come to the edge of activity to see me off. "Are you sure you don't want to wait for the weather to clear up?" my mother asked me. "You could stay at least one more day," added my father. I shook my head and gave them both a light nuzzle. The rain was dampening our manes and wings, but as it was little more than a mist, I thought it should be fine, and I wanted to reassure them I was not making the wrong decision. "I am going to have to learn to deal with worse when I am traveling. A nice mist like this will keep me cool while I'm flying, and I'm the perfect color to blend in with these clouds, so I'll be safer until I get my bearings." Charbroil - a Nocturne from the Shifting Expanse - passed by at that moment and gave a little snort. "Let her go, you two! She wants to get out there and challenge the world, and I say let her! She's got a very Stormcatcher attitude and this is great flying weather!" Not lingering around for a response after his words, Charbroil flitted off with his bundle of research tools in his claws. My parents shared a smile with me, and then it was time to depart. I will never forget the ease in which weather can change, especially over the ocean. I had decided to visit Dragonhome first, wanting to avoid the disease and violence that happens in the Scarred Wasteland, and to see if there was someone I could talk to about the First Age. As I was drifting lazily along the upper warm currents, letting my mind drift through all the questions I wanted to ask and topics I wanted to cover, I failed to notice the darkening of the sky, and the deep, warning growl of the thunder. No, what jarred me from my thoughts was the rather sudden updraft that tried to rip my wings out of socket. The pain was unreal, and quite unlike anything I had ever had to deal with, but it was either stay aloft with tears in my eyes, are plummet into a sea that I suddenly realized looked more like an angry beast than the placid bay waters I was used to. I lost my bearings in that bleakness as I dodged strikes of lightning and did everything I could to not be ripped apart by the winds that howled and clawed at me. Whatever instinct helped to drive me forward, I do not know, but I know that at some point, things became a blur of survival and then I was waking up on a rocky shoreline. I was also sore from snout to tail and starving, but the storm had taken my bag with my supplies. Being a dragon means never being without resources, and I had my countless hours of studying to help me, along with the driving motivation of hunger. I managed to find a few crabs, urchins and clams near the shore - enough to sate my hunger, but then it was time to journey inland to find some clean water to drink. With thanks to be alive, and that the sky was clear enough to offer the ability to navigate, I set off on foot. 
Months later, I felt myself a fairly well traveled dragon. I had visited several territories, countless clans, and had learned to skirmish and haggle. What had started as a struggle to find basic supplies and safe places to sleep had turned into wonderment at the world as it became easier - day by day - to not simply survive, but thrive. Each new place was filled with things to be studied, examined, cross-examined, dissected, questioned and so much more - I had an endless buffet of knowledge at my claws and all I had to do was pick what I wanted. Thoroughly satisfied after an in depth conversation with an older Snapper about their methods for translating ancient beastclan heiroglyphs, I decided it was time to head to the markets and relax while crowd-watching. It is a lot of fun for me to rest there and watch and listen - more so when I have a pouch full of coin from bringing items like fresh clams to the wandering Snapper clans. As I was resting in the lee of a boulder, munching on some delicious berries as a treat while I read over my research notes, I happened to overhear a couple of conversing Guardians, and they caught my interest. "Music is not magic!" one of them sputtered. He was dressed in Arcane garb, and I could see that he had purple eyes like I did. Despite the indignation that was causing his frills to stiffen up, his counterpart gave him a lazy grin and lifted his wing-joints in a shrug. "Sure? Cause I can use music to make folks dance, or cry - I can make 'em laugh or get angry; I can put little ones to sleep or soothe other angry critters. I can even deafen and stun folks. Seem slike magic to me." The two Guardians paused to one side and it was clear that Purple-Robes was quite a bit older than Music. Both had colors of the sun, but the arcane dragon's scales were more dull with ripples along his scales where the other gleamed bright like gemstones in firelight. I had never thought of music as magic before, but I perked up a little to listen to how the two would continue. "Stirring emotions is not harnessing the ether, Wade. What dragons, and other beasts, feel in their hearts when faced with that flute of yours has nothing to do with spell casting, or the Arts." Purple-Robes gave a sigh of exasperation, one that I myself have heard countless times, and I tried to stifle a small laugh, because it was clear to me that the other male, Wade, had absolutely no iota of care whether the other dragon agreed with him or not, but was enjoying riling the male regardless. "Now, look, Meri, I'm j-" "-Meridion! For the hundredth and one time, I have told you my name is Meridion, not Meri!" "Meridion, right, right. Sure, fella, I gotcha, calm down." By this time, I had to laugh. Of course, this drew their attention to me and I felt my wings draw closer to my body in embarassment as I ducked my head. At that point, the males were staring at me, so it was of no use trying to scurry off, and while they were both easily three times my size, I had been spending a lot of time talking to snappers that were equally large, or even larger. Standing up, I adjusted my hat and dusted off my robes before moving to introduce myself. "My name is Evenstar, and I apologize for listening to your conversation. It was very interesting subject matter, though, and I would actually care to hear the debate carried out to its fullest." "Arinwade, but you can call me Wade," said the slightly smaller of the two Guardians with his vibrant colors and his gemstone scales. "This here is Meri...dion." Wade glanced sideways as he finished the name slowly. Clearly, he had reached a line he wasn't quite ready to cross. Meridion snorted and slammed the end of his tail against the ground. The vibrations made me wobble a bit on my feet, and my wings extended a ways to help me keep my balance. The moment passed, and I found myself bein scrutinized by a pair of ageless violet eyes behind a pair of spectacles. Up close, I could see that he was Gembound like I was and I smiled a little as my eyes went to the largest of the clusters on his wings. "I suppose we could accomodate an apostate from the Isles," Meridion mused. Wade did a double take and his maw fell open slightly. "I will introduce you to the Matron of our Clan and you can spend some time with us, if you like, but we need to finish our shopping, first and foremost." Delighted, I nodded my head quickly and then adjusted my hat as it slipped slightly. Meridion and myself both ignored Wade's wide grin, and as the two guardians turned to head to the Swap Stand, I followed along behind, now and then munching on a few of the berries I had bought. For the rest of the afternoon, the two Guardians went around the Trading Post, talking to many dragons, and when the sun began to tilt deeply toward the horizon I found that I was not the only one being taken to Clan Elysia that day. Three Imperials besides myself joined our small troupe; a stalwart male named Zadkiel, and two females named Ellar - whom shone gold like the sun - and Firebird whose colors made me think of the festive plants known as pumpkins. In the back of my mind, I recalled my mother's warning and shuddered a little before we took flight to travel to the lands of the Lightweaver. I noticed that the other Imperials looked similarly uneasy, but that each of us carried an inherent good will toward the others. The journey was a long one, but soon enough all six of us were landing upon the brightly lit paths of the Mirrorlight Promenade.
"E-everyone! Please come quickly!" The quiet of the day was broken abruptly as one of Clan Elysian's scouts, known as Ashweather, broke through the dull din of activity. Silence reigned supreme for a moment as all eyes went to the Skydancer and I felt my heart begin to race slightly. Meridion, whom I had been sharing a discussion with as we cured herbs and mixed tinctures and tonics, was the first to react. "Someone fetch the Matron. Evenstar, Hawke, and Wynsora, I want you three to come with me. Lead the way, Ashweather," came the sure, deep command and the four of us fell in line behind Ashweather. The Skydancer was frantic and he turned around, half running and half gliding, clearly torn between speed and wanting to make sure the slower of us could follow. For a moment, I admired the way that Wynsora swept ahead, the light gleaming from her glossy hide until she flashed like a brilliant white beacon - her skill in flying was unmatched by any within the Clan and I knew I would never dare to fly so low to the ground because of the stagnant air and lack of wing space to get a good curl and keep myself aloft. Hawke, a brightly colored Wildclaw and mate to Meridion, ran a little to the rear of us. From experience, I knew this was a precaution tactic on her end - she was the Clan's second fiercest fighter and the strongest hunter and was afraid of very little despite Wildclaws naturally being about a third in size compared to Guardians. I liked her blunt demeanor very much. My thoughts, however, were interrupted as we crested a rise and looked down over the scene before us. On the other side, Helios - the Clan's Lead Scout - was crouched next to a young Skydancer I had not seen before; the darker colored hide was dulled, riddled with weeping wounds and stains as he laid upon the grass. A light breeze carried a sour stench of disease and rotting up the knoll and all save Hawke reacted to the pure vileness of the scent. Along with my own gasp, I heard Wynsora let out a startled noise, her wings beating frantically to halt her forward progress and carry her out of the updraft. As a group, we made our way down the hill and it was Meridion that carried the male carefully back to the Clan's Hearth upon his back, held carefully between strong yet gentle wings. It was a strange turn of events that I found myself the young, wounded Skydancer's sole caregiver. All of the others had been given primary tasks, and I had not yet agreed to stay permanently, and so - though Ashweather wanted to linger - it fell to me to tend him. I spent long hours reading next to his side as he moaned and tossed in his fever riddled sleep. At times he whimpered frantically about insidious whispers and threatening laughter, but when I would change his bandages or read to him, or simply stroke his tufts, he would calm again and go back to a more restful sleep. After a few nights of this, a meeting was called quietly, and I found myself (a non-member of the Clan) sitting in a circle with the Clan Matron and the Arcanians - Meridion, Aelavara and Ashweather looked as troubled as I felt as the conversation began with a question directed toward me. "He is improving?" Elynsynos asked. The white-clad female guardian was resplendent and graceful. As always, when she spoke, the air was painted with rich tones of warmth - like honey coated amber before a fire; as always, in her presence, I felt a faint tinge of deep sorrow within her, but I knew it was not my place to ask. "Yes," I replied after a few moments. "But he is Afflicted, I think. The Snappers in Dragonhome were telling me about it. There is no telling which Strain has him, or if it is only one, and we cannot say what sort of..." I hesitated here, glancing to Ashweather. The Skydancer was haggard, his wings and antennae drooping from sleepless nights and constant worrying about his offspring. I did not want to speak the next words, but it was a time for honesty. "Mutations will ultimately overtake him. Right now, from what Ashweather has shared with me, his hide has darkened, and he has lost his eye-color, along with several bone spurs on his face, neck and chest. Otherwise, he needs to best his fever." After my words, Ashweather visibly caved inward. It was like watching the male shrink to half his size and I felt awful. Silverlight, Ashweather's mate, was currently away in the Southern Icefields doing some scaveging. She did not know yet what had happened to their child. "Thank you, Evenstar." The words came from Aelavara. She was an Imperial that, like myself, hailed from the Starfall Isles and while dark of scale, her leathery wings held a brilliant hue - only hers was of vivid flames where mine was of a clear, wintry sky. "He seems to do better in your company." "I agree," came Meridion's words. The mix of energy within the room was nearly overwhelming, but I had learned that Meridion never spoke words lightly, especially ones of praise. I tugged at my hat a moment, and then straightened my coat before speaking once more. "I would like to stay, I think. This is clearly something that needs extensive study. Everything in our world is created, and affected, by the Ether. The dragons of Dragonhome taught me that, and all magic has a cost, but it also has ways it can be altered. Maybe there is something we can figure out. Together." "Let her stay." All heads in the room turned toward Ashweather and I found him staring directly at me with eyes that were no longer bright gold, but more of a faded yellow - nearly white. "Please, stay. He likes you, I can tell. Please, help my son." The meeting concluded with only a few words from Elynsynos. "So be it."
"Who are you?" The raspy, weak voice was barely audible over the crackle of the nearby fire, but it was enough to stop me in my work. The pungent herbs and other ingredients that I had been experimenting with, based on the knowledge of countless others, had begun to work and the better the solutions worked, the more I wanted to find an even more potent combination. When I looked up, I saw a pair of murky eyes turned in my direction. I had been told that the Skydancer was born in the lands of the Lightweaver, but there was no golden hue to gaze into any longer - all the color had been clouded - and it seemed he was using his antennae to locate me rather than his sight. Cautiously, and filled with hope, I made my way a little closer, bringing a bowl of fresh water with me. I heard the Skydancer sniff and he shifted weakly to lift his head, but he did not seem afraid of me. Encouraged, I placed the bowl between his paws and waited for him to finish drinking. At first, he drank too quickly and coughed and spluttered, but together we eventually helped his thirst to slacken. "I know you," he said, his voice rough like the gravel the Snappers often crushed beneath their powerful feet. "You were there when I made it home." "Yes," I replied. "My name is Evenstar, and I am here studying under the LoreElder. I should go and get your parents. They'll be so happy to know that you're awake, now, and-" I paused, carefully reaching out to touch his face. He flinched at first, but then let me feel his hide. "-your fever seems to finally be gone. The herbs are working, I think." "You did all of this for me?" he asked as I started to turn. "Oh." The question surprised me and I took a moment to think about my motivations. If I really wanted to study the Afflicted, and things that concerned them, then I could have traveled to the Scarred Wasteland, or any of the regions at least closer to the Plaguebringer's territory. I didn't have to stay. "I guess I did," I finally admitted, a little surprised with my own answer. "I really should go and get your parents, though." "Wait. Would you... please, can I have something to cover my face? I must look ghastly. I don't want my mother to see me like this." Turning his head down in shame, the male looked heart broken. It was true that his hide had lost it's luster compared to other Skydancer's, and that the bone spurs were a bit alarming since they were not natural to his race, and that the loss of the hair on his face, neck and shoulders was a bit odd, but the wounds were no longer festering and would heal nicely. "I don't think you need them, but yes, I will get you something, first." It took me a little time, but eventually I returned with a cowl and mantle that matched his colors and would properly cover his area of Affliction. He toyed with the material for some time before managing to weakly cover himself with the items. There were so many times I wanted to reach out and help him, but I knew that if the roles were reversed that my shame would double if I were treated as an invalid. So I left him with some more water within reach, and a large pile of food that he could slowly nibble on, and went in search of his parents, and the Matron. Days turned to weeks, and weeks to months. Before I realized it, an entire season had gone away and the coolness of autumn was replaced with the blustery winds and overcast skies of winter. The Skydancer, whom had since taken the name Hallows, had fully recovered from his wounds, but the Affliction had left its permanent mark upon him, both physically and mentally. While he struggled often enough with the mutations and had taken to wearing the mantle and cowl nearly all the time, his bond with his parents and others with the Clan remained strong. Everyone was happy that he was home safe, and that day by day he was gaining strength and confidence. Leaning a little to the side as I rested upon my belly, I felt my side brush against his and then a tiny nip from his beak in my ruff. A smile touched my lips and I left my reading to turn and cuddle up against Hallows fully, snaking my long tail around him. We are not that different in size, for now, and as it turns out, Hallows enjoys my endless questions and boundless curiosity. Friendship, somewhere along the lines, had turned into trust, and the budding of love. He had even, eventually, shared with me the story of his horrendous adventure that sometimes still plagued him in his sleep. It was not uncommon to wake in the night and find him staring sightless into the flames of the darkness. His eyesight had never returned. "Do you think if you had come sooner, when I was healthy and handsome, that you would have fallen in love with me?" he asked me. "No," I replied, and he tensed a little in surprise. I nuzzled him to reassure him. "I love the you that you are, Hallows. You love me for my mind, and I love you for your thoughtfulness and your care for others. If you had only chased me for my tail, I would have been unhappy. I like being adored for traits I chose, and not what I have no control over." "For that, I am forever grateful," he murmured, taking away my book. I smiled, knowing I would be doing no more research for the night, but sometimes there are things better learned first hand than through the words of another, and I knew in my heart that I was Home and would not have it any other way. |
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