Saakaar the White
Drake
Biography ...
Like so many others that have walked the lands of Aradath, Saakaar
was raised by those who did not bring him into this world. More often
than not this is the case for young Draco's as they are left to fend
for themselves. Saakaar was raised not by a family but by a community.
A small fishing village by the name of Vaikartan, located somewhere
along the waterways of Emjedah and the Sorcerer's Isle where so many
Frontacians reside. Not completely abandoned, Saakaar was expected to
adapt if he were to survive this time of his young life. It was his
curious nature that lead him to the villagers, not to ask for a hand
out, but to question their daily habits that he had been watching from
afar.
The villagers of Vaikartan took Saakaar in without question as he
appeared as one of their own at such a young age. His skin was a bit
rough but that was to be expected from one living away from society.
This was overlooked and he soon became a child of the village. The
first order of business was to teach the young boy how to earn his
keep so he was given a fishing pole and bait and was expected to
figure out the rest by watching the others. Again his curiosity guided
him and before long he was pulling fish from the pier with the older
villagers. It wasn't long after this that Saakaar was introduced to
the sea by means of a deep sea vessel. He showed surprising strength
on his maiden voyage, pulling in larger fish without any aid at all.
The captain quickly offered him a job aboard his ship and Saakaar
began to establish himself as a fisherman of Vaikartan.
As Saakaar grew older, his body features began to change ever so
slightly. Part of growing up for a young Draco. His skin, now a thick
hide, was starting to attract stares and whispers from the village but
the captain paid it no mind. He had the strongest dockhand in the
village and wasn't about to give him up because he looked alittle
different from the rest. To make up for this, Saakaar was given a
oversize poncho and a floppy boaters hat to wear whenever they
returned from the sea. Curious as he was, he never did question why
he hid his appearance. He was content with the food and money he was
earning and did not want to risk losing it all over a few questions.
During the winter months, Saakaar would most often spend his time
swimming in the cold ocean waters late at night when the other
villagers were sleeping. As a child he could hold his breathe for
nearly twice as long as the other village children. His thickened skin
allowed him to swim in the coldest of waters. It was during one of
these late night swims that one of the village elders noticed him
climbing onto the pier from the waters and questioned him.
"Are you mad?" the old villager shouted. "You could freeze to death in
those fridged waters. It was at that very moment the the village
noticed the texture of Saakaar's skin as the moonlight reflected off
the water on his body.
"Vile serpent creature! Be gone. Curse not this village with your
forked tongue!" The old man continued to shout at Saakaar as he ran
from the pier, yelling to any that would listen. Frightened that he
may lose his job, his home, and his entire way of life, Saakaar
gathered his possessions from the dock and untied a small fishing boat
from the pier. Without thinking, he leaped into the boat and set off
into the ocean, unsure of where he would go. All he knew was he would
not be accepted in Vaikartan any longer. Several weeks passed and no
sign of land could be seen. Saakaar had made a makeshift fishing pole
from one of the boating ores and used it to keep himself fed. He was
surprised when the raw fish did not upset his stomach and even more
shocked when the salt water did not dehydrate him like the villagers
had warned it would do. Driven by these discoveries, Saakaar found
motivation in learning what else he was capable of that had been kept
a secret.
Land, finally. Across the horizon a glowing halo could be seen. Nearly
exhausted at this point, Saakaar grabbed his remaining ore and steered
his way into the port city. He was promptly greeted by a few sneers
and a dockhand who was quick to point out that he could not dock his
boat in this location. "Keep it" Saakaar murmured as he made his way
past the dockhand and into the city of Emjedah. After only a few days
within the city, Saakaar learned of another town called Spur where
others like him had come to live and learn of themselves. Eager to
find out why he had become an outcast in his village, he left Emjedah
for the Spur.
Spur was like nothing Saakaar had ever seen before. So many different
races, each minding their own for the most part. Much could be learned
in these streets but it was nearly impossible to find a citizen
willing to take the time to listen to his questions. One afternoon
however, all his questioning would lead him to what would be a life
altering encounter. A massive black winged Drake glanced down at
Saakaar before speaking in a tongue that he surprisingly understood.
"Greetings" the deep voice said. "I am Bodhi, the midnight". For the
first time Saakaar felt as if he was far more than he had ever been
told. He desired to be something more than just Saakaar. Trying not to
appear clueless, he quickly responded "Greetings to you, I am Saakaar
the Curious".
In the months to come, Saakaar would prove his curious nature to Bodhi
and others. His questions would allow him to grow in knowledge and
confidence. He was introduced to Dragon and Secian, both of which he
felt an instant connection with. His desire to learn more about his
connection to these small winged creatures lead him to a Secian named
Mirabelle. She too was curious and seeking the knowledge of her kind.
She felt much the same feelings as Saakaar was feeling yet neither of
them could explain it. Their questions soon became long talks which
would carry on into the morning light. It was through Mirabelle that
Saakaar was able to truly discover himself. Their desire to
understand each other lead to Saakaar asking Mirabelle to grow with
him, in both knowledge and power.
Through pain, desire to be something more, and the loving touch of
Mirabelle, a great white has been born from the small dracoform that
once questioned everything. Saakaar now furthers himself from the
lessons of the past, moving forward to make sure the same mistakes
are not made once again. Some may call it a distrust in the race while
others view it as a desire to protect what is sacred. Either way he
is armed today with not only the gift of flight and powerful claws,
but an understanding of his past and of what is yet to come.
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