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Species: Bird-Cat Dragon
Description: Merel looks like a bird and cat mixed together. She has white
fur covering her entire body and deep blue feathers where her ears would
at her shoulders and at the base of her tail. Merel has a strong grey beak
and keen green eyes. Though she may look pretty and soft to the touch,
Merel isn't easy to get close to. She dislikes getting her feathers
ruffled and thus keeps her distance from those she knows won't be able to
resist. Other than that she is a stubborn type of dragon that's just a tad
Place of Origin: Winter 2004 Xmas Exchange
Bond: Blood Court Green Eguth (f) from the The
Empyrean Stair (Court Clutch)
Merel looked up at the pale yellow Muttutu dragon Amaria
and was both surprised and pleased by the ffort the stunted neutered
dragon was putting into her studies. Though she'd been destinied to a life
of servitude and undergrowth, to be no more than a pet or guard, the
Muttutu was intent on being much more. As she served the goddess Aruru,
her priorities lay on nurturing. Amaria had been born female until the
luck of the draw had made her what she was today.
"Aren't you getting tired?" Merel
The white-grey feathered and furred brid-cat dragon wasn't all that eager
to socialise but there was something endearing about Amaria that not even
she could withstand. Merel was a winter-born creature which meant she was
only starting to feel comfortable now that summer was at it's end.
"I need to be able to teleport." Amaria
"Not all dragons can do that, you
know." Merel replied.
"If I want to protect those in my care than
I should be able to do it. It's the safest way of getting out of harm's
Well there was logic in that.
"I can help you. Teach you."
Merel said solemnly.
Amaria looked up at the larger white-grey dragon and thought she really
couldn't be choosy. Most of the other dragons were training for bigger
things. So what if her teacher looked a bit wishy-washy, she was a
teacher. Secretly, Amaria wanted to be a parent. But she'd never have her
own eggs. So looking after the children of others seemed like the closest
she'd ever come. But before she attempted to be a nanny, she really needed
to be perfect.
"Thank you. Can you show me how you do
it?" Amaria asked carefully.
She saw Merel wink out and back in a few feet away.
"Not to brag but I'm really good at
teleporting. I'm sure I'll be able to teach you if you're meant to be able
to do it."
"I should. I AM a dragon."
Amaria said, feeling a twinge of frustration.
Merel nodded and placed a paw on Amaria's.
"Feel how I do it. I'll take us to that tree
Amaria nodded and felt as pinpricks of cold briefly touched her
extremities only to vanish when they returned under the tree.
"I don't think I really got it." she
"You have to visualise where you want to go.
Make the image crystal clear in your head. And then you just let go. Try
it, at worst we'll stay right here."
Amaria thought that didn't seem very helpful. But she closed her eyes and
envisioned the place they'd come from. Crystal-clear, Merel had said, like
the jewels in a necklace or crown. She sighed when she thought of the
pretty stones some humans wore... and then they were gone.
The candidates were led into the Sands. Dragons and humans numbered about
equal portions but the dragons seemed to be clustered together. Rumours
were that it was to buffer members of a death court. Merel steered clear
of the lot, they seemed pretty political and preechy and it seemed like a
lot of work. Work she wasn't planning on doing.
Eggs were clustered around their mothers and a foster mother called Brigid.
While the eggs that Brigid had coiled herself around seemed unmoving - or
perhaps...contemplative - those natural-born alongside their mothers
seemed to grow more eager, and thus, were the first to start shaking. A
strange, momentary sensation washed over the sands, like listening.
Watching. Clearly coming from the unmoving eggs - as they seemed to
observe what their clutchmates would do on instinct alone, before they
applied their own knowledge. After all, experiencing a thing was different
from observing a thing.
“Your feathers are
lovely.” A Blood Court green came to
sit a close-but-proper distance from Merel. She was one of the parented
hatchlings and sensed a bond with the grumpy cat-dragon.
the only reason why I like you, but I thought a compliment might be
appropriate. I can’t wait to see what happens next, and I’d like to be
with you when it does - I am called Eguth.”
Mother: Blood Court Gold Muhoth
Father: Light Court Bronze Razmoth
Personality: Lofty, Ambitious
*Blood-Activated Elemental Magic
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