This is a candidacy page for Jiyuu
Dragonstake
STATS
Name
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Pendella
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Gender
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Female
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Age
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22
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Family
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Mother, father and 2 baby twin brothers.
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Looks
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takes after her mother, long black hair, green eyes
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Character
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takes after her father, strong willed and stubborn
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STORY
Pendella walked around in circles while she played nervously with
her fingers. There were eggs,...she had a chance of getting one for herself,
but then, she might not. Her trip to this place was a blur. It seemed like
only a week ago she had been home, helping her mother around the home and
babysitting the twins. Pendella was 22, she could have been married by
now, but she was too strong for any man in her village. She had an opinion
about everything and could debate for hours. She had long black hair and
green eyes. She looked like her mother, but resembled her father
in behaviour. Often they had laughed about it and called her a Molotov
mix. She was ready to take on the world in those days.
She had left her home shortly after, taking a trip round the country when
she had gotten sidetracked, and now she was here, waiting...
She sighed. She stopped walking and managed to take a seat with the other
candidates. They had come from all over. She couldn't spot anything in them
she didn't have. But then again, she hardly knew them, They had been here
for quite some time now and she had only gotten here recently. The clutch
was ready to hatch, maybe the dragons had already picked and she would be
left standing alone, defeated. Pendella knew she couldn't succeed at
everything she did, and she had no problems with not being able to
needlepoint and such, but this was different. A dragon would decide if she
was worthy.
She stood back up and started walking again, softly whispering. She had
managed to live without dragon for years, she would manage if she didn't
impress, but then again, she would know she hadn't. And maybe
that would be what would break her in the end. There was nothing Pendella
could imagine that was worse than being denied by a dragon. A man, she could
handle that, she didn't need any of those proud bags of air. With their talk
of battle and glorious victories... drinking contests they meant with that.
None of them knew the struggles of past heroes, men and women, more women
than they realised who had fought for their country.
Pendella sighed... With a dragon she might one day become a heroine. Someone
that people talked about in stories and sang songs about. That would be the
day... The day she could show the world and any man she was as good as any
of them and even better than most. A secret smile appeared on her face. She
would just have to believe in herself. Self-confidence was her alley.
Suddenly she realized the other candidates were all sitting down and staring
a bit in the distance. That wasn't like it was before. Some of the others
also had been awkwardly moving on their chairs and nervously smiling at the
others. They were listening! She stood very still and heard it. A soft moan
from deep within the castle...
The doors swooped open and a voice in their heads said: "Enter."
HATCHING
Pendella took a deep breath, opened her eyes and looked
with a bit of doubt in her heart at the shaking eggs. Today was THE day,
the day when she would either know what she had missed for years, or could
still only dream of the loss. With a last quick prayer to impress she took
a step forward into the circle with the other candidates and waited.
Then, in an explosion of noice, all the dragons burst free. Pendella jumped.
A brown and pink dragon had come up to butt her hand with her nose.
“You need not be afraid Pendella.
You have courage and I will bring out that courage in you. I am Myanith.”
Pendella kneeled to stroke the baby dragon.
"You are right,
Myanith, I do have courage.” Pendella said as she and Myanith moved to
the side. In that blissful moment she realised just what she had missed
and finally understood how one could take their life when either of the
team died.
"I have courage..." she whispered again, "Now that you are
in my heart."
FLIGHT
With a careful nudge (which still nearly knocked Pendella
over), Myanith urged her rider to give her some attention. Impatient,
Pendella looked up from her study books.
"What is it, Myanith"?
"I know you're busy training and studying to become
a more dependable rider, but we could just go train outside... practice some
flying."
"Not before I know all the safety measures. I can't afford mistakes if I
want to make wingsecond."
"That's important too, but lately I've been feeling
a bit strange."
Pendella looked up, concerned and asked: "Then should you go flying?
Wouldn't it be better to visit a doctor?"
"I don't feel weak or anything." Myanith
shrugged, "Just strange."
"Is you skin flaking? Maybe you're just growing."
"How much bigger do you think i'll get?"
Myanith smirked, "No I just want to fly as fast and
as high as I can, shine in the sun and laugh at the moon. It's a weird
feeling, but not anything bad."
"Maybe we should take that flight..." Pendella mused, "And maybe I should
get you signed up for a mating flight, I think that's a glowy spot right
behind your ears..."
"Really?"
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