Asaphida
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Level 20 Pearlcatcher
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Personal Style
Apparel
Skin
Scene
Measurements
Length
6.14 m
Wingspan
6.39 m
Weight
471.04 kg
Genetics
Oilslick
Giraffe
Giraffe
Oilslick
Safari
Safari
Antique
Ghost
Ghost
Hatchday
Breed
Eye Type
Level 20 Pearlcatcher
EXP: 1387 / 111687
STR
6
AGI
6
DEF
6
QCK
7
INT
7
VIT
6
MND
7
Biography
Asaphida
A whisper in the dark.
“Your grandfather is what?!” her distant cousin Stormlight asked raising his voice slightly. His piercing red eyes were narrowed in disgust. Asaphida backed off a few steps, suddenly afraid he might harm her. She could feel his barely restrained anger and her instincts told her to run. But she was done running. She had come here, to her family, to be safe. Safe from that thing which was wreaking havoc in her beloved homeland. To be trained and educated in the arts of war, that was her birthright. And nobody would take that from her. It wasn’t her fault that her family’s bloodline not only included the blood of the living. She took a deep breath and looked at the older dragon defiantly. “My grandfather came back from the dead. He died and was resurrected. But he is not a dumb, dragon-eating zombie. He is as kind and intelligent as he was before that…incident. And I am as alive as you are. My heart is beating, my blood is running through my veins. I’m breathing the same air as you. If you cut me, I will bleed. And when I die, I won’t come back. If that’s what you are afraid of.” Stormlight frowned, still staring at her. “Mind your tong, hatchling. If you die here, you will indeed not come back. We burn our dead. There is nothing left to come back, at least not bodily.” Asaphida flinched when suddenly a dagger seemed to come from out of nowhere, cutting her arm and drawing blood. She wheeled around, teeth bared and growling. A pale coatl smiled at her, licking the blood from his dagger. Stormlight snapped at the pale one while grabbing hold of Asaphida’s arm. “Are you mad, Morvyn? I mean, madder as usual? What was that about?” The pale coatl named Morvyn bared his teeth and hissed aggressively. “Call me mad one more time and you will be sorry. Very sorry indeed.” Asaphida shivered. There was something in the voice of that coatl that made her fur bristle. Even Stormlight didn’t want to bring matters to a head. With a forced smile he said: “Just tell me why you attacked our guest. You know it is forbidden to harm another clan member or guest.” Morvyn grinned wickedly. “I just wanted to collaborate her story. You seemed … worried … about her nature, and I can assure you that her blood tastes like that of any other living dragon. She is what she says, a living, breathing being. Whatever her grandfather is, she is as alive as you or me.” Asaphida stared at him. Her blood tastes like that of any other dragon. She wondered if she wanted to know how he would know that. Stormlight himself didn’t seem to be taken aback at all by this strange statement. He kept smiling and thanked him for this insight but Morvyn had already retreated into the shadows. In the blink of an eye, he was gone. Asaphida shuddered. When Stormlight finally turned to her again, the angry and disgusted look in his eyes had disappeared. He pulled her closer to inspect the cut on her arm. He seemed concerned. “You better get that cut checked out, Morvyn usually poisons his weapons. I apologize for his behavior. He is…well, you better see for yourself. Or better yet, stay away from him.” He sighed. “Lugaidh is our most senior Night Warrior, he will see you when he gets back from patrol. Until then, take a look around. Get to know the place and its dragons. Talk to them. Tonight, we’ll meet at the tavern. Then Strider will tell you his story. And after that you decide if you really want to stay here. But first, I’ll take you to Fahlyse, our healer.” Asaphida followed Stormlight through the Citadel and out into the Ancient Grove. What a strange place this was. She had never seen anything like it. But then there were no ancient forests in the Sunbeam Ruins. And certainly, no trees that were big enough to live in. Maybe she should stay in the Citadel for the time being, she felt more at home with walls of stone around her. She smiled to herself. Whatever that Strider would tell her, she wasn’t a coward. She would face whatever evil was lurking in the shadows of these ancient trees. It couldn’t be worse than the thing that had driven her away from her homeland. She had no idea how wrong she was… |
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