Ah, so you wish to know more about me and the weredragon, eh...
Well, we weredragons are known as Dalake, named after the first of our kind. We are the Keepers of Balance--between Order and Chaos--as we were created to do from the dawn of time. Or at least our dragon-kin was, until our first creator Split and destroyed the Balance as he ceased to be the Pure Balancer and became the Myriad Corruptor. The Dalake were created to restore it. We are also the Keepers of Magic, magic we use to weaken the Barrier between the worlds. We long to see the Wyrm whole again, and we destroy his corruption where we find it as we search for a way to cure him. I feel that it is impossible....
I, Myrror, am personally of Clan Moonscale, the silver weredragons, Keepers of the Moon Magic. We share many of our gifts with Clan Nightscale, who presides over the night itself. As far as I know, I'm the only member of Clan Moonscale living. My mother, my sister and three of my hatchlings are Moonscale-kin, and my hatchlings MIGHT become Dalake. There is also a chance that there might be other kin---somewhere. I hope there is...
What? Oh, you wanted to know more about ME....*smile*...I was getting to that...
I was born of the human stock on the outskirts of New Orleans, and named Jenna Lebeau. My father was a T'ief there, and a good one at that. He taught me all he knew before he was murdered when I was eight. I don't thieve much now, mostly to hurt wyrms-corrupted people, but the skills Do come in handly. Almost immediately after the funeral, my mother packed and moved us to Massachusetts. She soon remarried, and a year later, my sister was born. Six years later, HE was killed and my little sister kidnapped...by the time we found her, she had been changed to a humanoid winged feline. I personally swore revenge--even though I was 16--and hunted the monster that changed my sister down. A year later, I found her---or rather, she found me. I don't wish to speak of it, just that what she did to me triggered my First Change, and that she won't be doing anything to anybody anymore. I was so horrorfied that I ported myself to another Realm, and it took me two years of Realm-hopping to find my way home again, and found out what I was.
A Dalake of the Clan Moonscale.
The Last of My Kind.
Or so I thought, until I was visited by OTHER Dalake and I went to Dyrmyst...
Dyrmyst is the Realm of the Dalake, a paradise, a world of perfect balance. After the Shapeshifter War, the survivors gathered up what kin they could find and traveled en masse into the Umbra. They traveled passed the Endless, until they came across a Realm so far away from the Gaia Realm that Maelstrom, Weaver and Wyrm were still working in harmony there. It truely is a beautiful place, like my home might have been at one time. I fear, however, that the Gaia Realm, my home, is dying. It's so taken over by the Weaver that all the Dalake could not restore the Balance. I have a place in Dyrmyst if my home dies within my lifetime. I spent a wonderful year there, and met Talathyst, a Shadowscale-kin. We've mated, and if you look around, you might be able to see him, and my twelve hatchlings I had by him.*GRIN*.
That's all I can tell. If you desire more information, you should look up Akina of Clan Sunscale. She's been Dalake for 500 years, and knows a bit more than a 21-year-old newling like me....
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