Mother Moon

Appearance,

height/length/weight • 10 ft, 15 ft, 30 tons
physique • She is slender in make, her body built for speed and elegance.
scent • Merethyl smells of forbidden dreams and moonlit fantasies. She is a meadow where flowers grow in a beautiful arrangement, their glow ethereal in the light of the low hanging moon. Stars reflecting off the surface of a nearby pond, she is the gentle breeze that sends ripples across the otherwise placid mirror of crystal blue.
voice • Her voice is whimsical in nature, the softer undertones that carry her words into the wind able to tangle in the air around you; entrancing any who might already be allured by her otherworldly beauty. She is wise beyond her years, and her voice displays this in a magnificent way. Like a finely aged bottle of wine, Merethyl’s voice is smooth, almost hauntingly so.

A breathtaking prism of colors, Merethyl is a wonder to behold. Unlike most of her kind, she is not wrapped in polished scales and leather, rather, she is clothed in silken furs and plumes of feathers. Her face is not serpent-like, nor does it hold any semblance of comparison. She is feline, or perhaps canine, her snout elegant like that of a fox, her brow as regal as a Persian's. Pale blue crystals remain ever vigilant, as stunning as a collection of unmined moonstone and as piercing as the light that refracts from ever sheen primary feathers.

Personality,

likes • She enjoys cool, peaceful nights out in the Arid Desert, the serenity of Deleri's expansive library, and pleasing encounters with the common folk of Agova.
dislikes • Merethyl is easily aggravated by people who insist on 'babying' her or who treat her as if she's still a fresh hatchling.
fears • Perhaps her greatest fear is the return of the disease she suffered from all those years ago.

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History,

titles/epitaphs • Mother Moon, Moon-Touched, Light-Bringer, The Eternal, Ethereal Queen, Queen of Mystical Truths
nicknames • Silver

sire&dam • Chinarrem&Atlanna
siblings • Aside from her parents, Merethyl has no knowledge of her kin.

A beloved child of a royal company in Agova, the sudden and completely unexpected tragic loss of the provinces most lustrous princess was ill received by the denizens of Vescentia's desert realm. Her disappearance, although a necessary evil, hurt not only the hearts of her parents but the whole of Agova itself as a result. Crystalized in time by a mysterious healer who could find no other cure to save the young dragon from a fatal ailment, she was tucked away deep within the mountains of Ethona's Alpine Tundra to wait out the devastating sickness. Fast-forward nearly 300 years later, Merethyl's body has finally managed to kick whatever dark force had been hell-bent on ending her life, and she's broken free from the shaman's powerful spell. Lost and utterly confused by the world she's awoken to, nothing is as she remembers.