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TOPIC | Memento Mori (moved!)
@Jaspernoir
Where/how are we submitting the lore? And how long should the submissions be? And are they focused on our dragons?
Thanks <3 I'm super excited
Where/how are we submitting the lore? And how long should the submissions be? And are they focused on our dragons?
Thanks <3 I'm super excited
@Jaspernoir
Where/how are we submitting the lore? And how long should the submissions be? And are they focused on our dragons?
Thanks <3 I'm super excited
Where/how are we submitting the lore? And how long should the submissions be? And are they focused on our dragons?
Thanks <3 I'm super excited
-Reborn-
1/1/2019
The day that Talus got his second shot at life wasn’t unlike others- it had started simply with a hunting trip, that was all. Of course, how was he to know that the very phrase that defined his lineage could be roughly translated to “Remember, you will die.” He didn’t know much about the curse that plagued his bloodline, nor was he ever very interested in learning of his father’s family history. It was due to these factors and a number of other small, unlucky incidents that Talus found himself blanketed in a heavy darkness, something weighing heavily on his chest as he struggled to breathe.
He couldn’t recall how he had gotten here, or what was happening- not at first, anyways. In the beginning it was all he could do not to lose his sanity in the cold, inky blackness that seemed to dull all of his senses. It was his vision that came back first, though he was under the immediate impression that it wasn’t true vision. No, this was something he had seen before. Kenai, his longtime friend and more recent mate, sat before the nest that the two of them had worked to craft together for the young they were planning to raise. The other pearlcatcher gave a soft smile, and her mouth moved as if she were trying to say something. What she was trying to say, Talus did not know, for his hearing had yet to return.
Kenai wasn’t the only hazy memory he witnessed. It was true, what they said about life flashing before your eyes when you die. At least for him it was, as he watched memory after memory fly by then slip from his grasp before he could even get a hold on it, a solid grasp on what was fiction, what was his imagination and what was reality. Meanwhile the weight that bore down on his chest only became heavier, and he could feel his ribs beginning to splinter under the immense pressure. It was just barely too much to take when he finally recalled how he had ended up here.
It was a TigerBlood Foo. It was a moment of sluggishness from his hunting party. It was a slow reaction on his part- he had been unable to avoid the attack as the Foo came crashing down atop him from his crouch. But, probably most importantly, it was Talus’ final breath.
That was when his hearing came back.
“Talus.” At first it was so soft, melodic, that he wasn’t sure he had heard it correctly. He opened his mouth to respond, but there was no air left to leave his lungs, forming the words he so desperately wanted to throw out into the darkness- where was he? Was he still alive? Would he be going home? How had this happened? But there wasn’t any way for him to do so. Now, as his hearing became stronger, he heard a ticking as well; rhythmic and crisp. It was the ticking of a clock, and when the voice spoke once again he knew it must be the voice of time himself. “Talus.”
The pearlcatcher desperately looked around for any sign of movement, any sign of life, and he was rewarded. About 100 yards ahead of him was a small, antique looking clock. He knew he had to get there- he knew he had to move closer. So with a strength he did not know he possessed up until this very moment, Talus rolled onto his belly and began crawling forward. Every move was agony, but he knew he had to continue on; something was calling to him, and he wasn’t one to ignore the call. “Talus,” the voice grew louder, more clear as he drew closer, as did the melodic ticking of the clock’s arms.
He was finally there, desperately reaching out, the clock just out of claw’s reach when he realized he could move forward no longer. This was where he was going to die. He believed this so much so that when the clock spoke up again, he had barely heard him. “Do you want to live?”
‘No!’ screamed every broken bone, every bruised inch of the Pearlcatcher’s weakened body. There was a sudden distaste in his mouth, a sudden plea for death itself to finally make his move- but he did not. Instead, he left Talus lying there, suffering through clips of the memories that had played through his head earlier. His thoughts settled on Kenai, doubtlessly worried sick by now about him. And despite every protest his body made, he had made up his mind. “Yes”
“What price would you pay?”
“Anything”
And Talus reawoke.
-Reborn-
1/1/2019
The day that Talus got his second shot at life wasn’t unlike others- it had started simply with a hunting trip, that was all. Of course, how was he to know that the very phrase that defined his lineage could be roughly translated to “Remember, you will die.” He didn’t know much about the curse that plagued his bloodline, nor was he ever very interested in learning of his father’s family history. It was due to these factors and a number of other small, unlucky incidents that Talus found himself blanketed in a heavy darkness, something weighing heavily on his chest as he struggled to breathe.
He couldn’t recall how he had gotten here, or what was happening- not at first, anyways. In the beginning it was all he could do not to lose his sanity in the cold, inky blackness that seemed to dull all of his senses. It was his vision that came back first, though he was under the immediate impression that it wasn’t true vision. No, this was something he had seen before. Kenai, his longtime friend and more recent mate, sat before the nest that the two of them had worked to craft together for the young they were planning to raise. The other pearlcatcher gave a soft smile, and her mouth moved as if she were trying to say something. What she was trying to say, Talus did not know, for his hearing had yet to return.
Kenai wasn’t the only hazy memory he witnessed. It was true, what they said about life flashing before your eyes when you die. At least for him it was, as he watched memory after memory fly by then slip from his grasp before he could even get a hold on it, a solid grasp on what was fiction, what was his imagination and what was reality. Meanwhile the weight that bore down on his chest only became heavier, and he could feel his ribs beginning to splinter under the immense pressure. It was just barely too much to take when he finally recalled how he had ended up here.
It was a TigerBlood Foo. It was a moment of sluggishness from his hunting party. It was a slow reaction on his part- he had been unable to avoid the attack as the Foo came crashing down atop him from his crouch. But, probably most importantly, it was Talus’ final breath.
That was when his hearing came back.
“Talus.” At first it was so soft, melodic, that he wasn’t sure he had heard it correctly. He opened his mouth to respond, but there was no air left to leave his lungs, forming the words he so desperately wanted to throw out into the darkness- where was he? Was he still alive? Would he be going home? How had this happened? But there wasn’t any way for him to do so. Now, as his hearing became stronger, he heard a ticking as well; rhythmic and crisp. It was the ticking of a clock, and when the voice spoke once again he knew it must be the voice of time himself. “Talus.”
The pearlcatcher desperately looked around for any sign of movement, any sign of life, and he was rewarded. About 100 yards ahead of him was a small, antique looking clock. He knew he had to get there- he knew he had to move closer. So with a strength he did not know he possessed up until this very moment, Talus rolled onto his belly and began crawling forward. Every move was agony, but he knew he had to continue on; something was calling to him, and he wasn’t one to ignore the call. “Talus,” the voice grew louder, more clear as he drew closer, as did the melodic ticking of the clock’s arms.
He was finally there, desperately reaching out, the clock just out of claw’s reach when he realized he could move forward no longer. This was where he was going to die. He believed this so much so that when the clock spoke up again, he had barely heard him. “Do you want to live?”
‘No!’ screamed every broken bone, every bruised inch of the Pearlcatcher’s weakened body. There was a sudden distaste in his mouth, a sudden plea for death itself to finally make his move- but he did not. Instead, he left Talus lying there, suffering through clips of the memories that had played through his head earlier. His thoughts settled on Kenai, doubtlessly worried sick by now about him. And despite every protest his body made, he had made up his mind. “Yes”
“What price would you pay?”
“Anything”
And Talus reawoke.
Day 1: Reborn
Descendent(s): Midnight
In her first life, Midnight was always afraid.
She went by a different name then, one that has faded into dust with the passing of time. She knew her parents' stories by heart, knew what chance she would have when she passed into the abyss. The problem was, she didn't want to die.
What if her familiar was something bad? What if it possessed her? What if it demanded something of her that she could not fulfill? Worst of all, what if it didn't show up to bargain at all? So she didn't take chances. She risked nothing, planned everything in meticulous detail. She made no errors, had no regrets.
That was when she was sent to an allied clan, that of the Dawnchasers. She was to be an ambassador at first, but decided that interacting with other dragons was too risky and was to be off limits. Too afraid to leave, she stayed there and never left her house. It was no way to live, but she was safe and that was all that mattered. At least, that's what she thought.
No matter what preparations we make, how untouchable we think we are, how little we risk, the flood always comes anyways. And when it arrives, it wrecks everything in its path.
Midnight's flood came in the form of an emperor. The creature had been ravaging the Sunbeam Ruins unchecked for quite some time now. Nobody had thought it would come this close to the Tangled Woods. That assumption evaporated when it showed up without warning and burned the city down. She was in her house when it caught flame, sobbed when she felt her life seeping away.
The part of death that was most shocking was not the quiet or the cold, but rather the surety that came with it. For once Midnight was unafraid, for she knew. She knew that the spirit was waiting for her, and she knew that whatever path it led her down had to be better than the one she had just walked. She was finally ready.
"I would ask you if you would like to live, but I sense we both know the answer to that already," a cool voice echoed through the void.
"I'll do anything," she begged. "Just don't leave me here alone to die."
"Anything? I suppose we can work with that."
In her second life, Midnight was a force to be reckoned with.
She opened her eyes to see her self inflicted prison crumbled to ashes around her, the embers still warm. She crawled from the rubble and found the rest of the clan. Nobody noticed her presence, just as nobody had noticed she hadn't been found among the survivors.
It wasn't until they arrived in the Shifting Expanse and started over that she began to make a name for herself. She became one of the best thieves in the place with her silent steps and quick eyes. She laid a clutch with a demon. She reached heights that she'd never even thought were possible when all she wanted to do was stay hidden. All because of the thing that she had been afraid of the entire time. Her familiar, ambition.
@Jaspernoir Not sure if you wanted to be pinged for these or not, but I wrote a bit for the first prompt!
Descendent(s): Midnight
In her first life, Midnight was always afraid.
She went by a different name then, one that has faded into dust with the passing of time. She knew her parents' stories by heart, knew what chance she would have when she passed into the abyss. The problem was, she didn't want to die.
What if her familiar was something bad? What if it possessed her? What if it demanded something of her that she could not fulfill? Worst of all, what if it didn't show up to bargain at all? So she didn't take chances. She risked nothing, planned everything in meticulous detail. She made no errors, had no regrets.
That was when she was sent to an allied clan, that of the Dawnchasers. She was to be an ambassador at first, but decided that interacting with other dragons was too risky and was to be off limits. Too afraid to leave, she stayed there and never left her house. It was no way to live, but she was safe and that was all that mattered. At least, that's what she thought.
No matter what preparations we make, how untouchable we think we are, how little we risk, the flood always comes anyways. And when it arrives, it wrecks everything in its path.
Midnight's flood came in the form of an emperor. The creature had been ravaging the Sunbeam Ruins unchecked for quite some time now. Nobody had thought it would come this close to the Tangled Woods. That assumption evaporated when it showed up without warning and burned the city down. She was in her house when it caught flame, sobbed when she felt her life seeping away.
The part of death that was most shocking was not the quiet or the cold, but rather the surety that came with it. For once Midnight was unafraid, for she knew. She knew that the spirit was waiting for her, and she knew that whatever path it led her down had to be better than the one she had just walked. She was finally ready.
"I would ask you if you would like to live, but I sense we both know the answer to that already," a cool voice echoed through the void.
"I'll do anything," she begged. "Just don't leave me here alone to die."
"Anything? I suppose we can work with that."
In her second life, Midnight was a force to be reckoned with.
She opened her eyes to see her self inflicted prison crumbled to ashes around her, the embers still warm. She crawled from the rubble and found the rest of the clan. Nobody noticed her presence, just as nobody had noticed she hadn't been found among the survivors.
It wasn't until they arrived in the Shifting Expanse and started over that she began to make a name for herself. She became one of the best thieves in the place with her silent steps and quick eyes. She laid a clutch with a demon. She reached heights that she'd never even thought were possible when all she wanted to do was stay hidden. All because of the thing that she had been afraid of the entire time. Her familiar, ambition.
@Jaspernoir Not sure if you wanted to be pinged for these or not, but I wrote a bit for the first prompt!
Day 1: Reborn
Descendent(s): Midnight
In her first life, Midnight was always afraid.
She went by a different name then, one that has faded into dust with the passing of time. She knew her parents' stories by heart, knew what chance she would have when she passed into the abyss. The problem was, she didn't want to die.
What if her familiar was something bad? What if it possessed her? What if it demanded something of her that she could not fulfill? Worst of all, what if it didn't show up to bargain at all? So she didn't take chances. She risked nothing, planned everything in meticulous detail. She made no errors, had no regrets.
That was when she was sent to an allied clan, that of the Dawnchasers. She was to be an ambassador at first, but decided that interacting with other dragons was too risky and was to be off limits. Too afraid to leave, she stayed there and never left her house. It was no way to live, but she was safe and that was all that mattered. At least, that's what she thought.
No matter what preparations we make, how untouchable we think we are, how little we risk, the flood always comes anyways. And when it arrives, it wrecks everything in its path.
Midnight's flood came in the form of an emperor. The creature had been ravaging the Sunbeam Ruins unchecked for quite some time now. Nobody had thought it would come this close to the Tangled Woods. That assumption evaporated when it showed up without warning and burned the city down. She was in her house when it caught flame, sobbed when she felt her life seeping away.
The part of death that was most shocking was not the quiet or the cold, but rather the surety that came with it. For once Midnight was unafraid, for she knew. She knew that the spirit was waiting for her, and she knew that whatever path it led her down had to be better than the one she had just walked. She was finally ready.
"I would ask you if you would like to live, but I sense we both know the answer to that already," a cool voice echoed through the void.
"I'll do anything," she begged. "Just don't leave me here alone to die."
"Anything? I suppose we can work with that."
In her second life, Midnight was a force to be reckoned with.
She opened her eyes to see her self inflicted prison crumbled to ashes around her, the embers still warm. She crawled from the rubble and found the rest of the clan. Nobody noticed her presence, just as nobody had noticed she hadn't been found among the survivors.
It wasn't until they arrived in the Shifting Expanse and started over that she began to make a name for herself. She became one of the best thieves in the place with her silent steps and quick eyes. She laid a clutch with a demon. She reached heights that she'd never even thought were possible when all she wanted to do was stay hidden. All because of the thing that she had been afraid of the entire time. Her familiar, ambition.
@Jaspernoir Not sure if you wanted to be pinged for these or not, but I wrote a bit for the first prompt!
Descendent(s): Midnight
In her first life, Midnight was always afraid.
She went by a different name then, one that has faded into dust with the passing of time. She knew her parents' stories by heart, knew what chance she would have when she passed into the abyss. The problem was, she didn't want to die.
What if her familiar was something bad? What if it possessed her? What if it demanded something of her that she could not fulfill? Worst of all, what if it didn't show up to bargain at all? So she didn't take chances. She risked nothing, planned everything in meticulous detail. She made no errors, had no regrets.
That was when she was sent to an allied clan, that of the Dawnchasers. She was to be an ambassador at first, but decided that interacting with other dragons was too risky and was to be off limits. Too afraid to leave, she stayed there and never left her house. It was no way to live, but she was safe and that was all that mattered. At least, that's what she thought.
No matter what preparations we make, how untouchable we think we are, how little we risk, the flood always comes anyways. And when it arrives, it wrecks everything in its path.
Midnight's flood came in the form of an emperor. The creature had been ravaging the Sunbeam Ruins unchecked for quite some time now. Nobody had thought it would come this close to the Tangled Woods. That assumption evaporated when it showed up without warning and burned the city down. She was in her house when it caught flame, sobbed when she felt her life seeping away.
The part of death that was most shocking was not the quiet or the cold, but rather the surety that came with it. For once Midnight was unafraid, for she knew. She knew that the spirit was waiting for her, and she knew that whatever path it led her down had to be better than the one she had just walked. She was finally ready.
"I would ask you if you would like to live, but I sense we both know the answer to that already," a cool voice echoed through the void.
"I'll do anything," she begged. "Just don't leave me here alone to die."
"Anything? I suppose we can work with that."
In her second life, Midnight was a force to be reckoned with.
She opened her eyes to see her self inflicted prison crumbled to ashes around her, the embers still warm. She crawled from the rubble and found the rest of the clan. Nobody noticed her presence, just as nobody had noticed she hadn't been found among the survivors.
It wasn't until they arrived in the Shifting Expanse and started over that she began to make a name for herself. She became one of the best thieves in the place with her silent steps and quick eyes. She laid a clutch with a demon. She reached heights that she'd never even thought were possible when all she wanted to do was stay hidden. All because of the thing that she had been afraid of the entire time. Her familiar, ambition.
@Jaspernoir Not sure if you wanted to be pinged for these or not, but I wrote a bit for the first prompt!
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Kalo/77/Gray - they/he - proud apologist of the vampiric and otherwise monstrous |
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@Darkryuukin just like @.Tempestral did below you :) Post right here, and yes, focused on your lineage dragon!
@Tempestral AAAAAAAA I love it! So emotional! Sorry I missed your first ping!
@Demonchild77 awesome amazing!!!!!
@Tempestral AAAAAAAA I love it! So emotional! Sorry I missed your first ping!
@Demonchild77 awesome amazing!!!!!
@Darkryuukin just like @.Tempestral did below you :) Post right here, and yes, focused on your lineage dragon!
@Tempestral AAAAAAAA I love it! So emotional! Sorry I missed your first ping!
@Demonchild77 awesome amazing!!!!!
@Tempestral AAAAAAAA I love it! So emotional! Sorry I missed your first ping!
@Demonchild77 awesome amazing!!!!!
@Jaspernoir
This is gonna be fun!
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[b]1/1/19: Reborn[/b]
All in all Kronos doesn't remember what happened in between his first life and his second. Other than a body wide ache he gets, with sudden flashes to when hundreds if not thousands of pounds of earth came barreling down on him. The faint sensation of rain turning to sticky, night sweats when he jolts awake in his sleep. Still haunted by the past.
Everything went white after that, like his mind had been suspended in purgatory. All alone in an empty space, the only noise being the his thoughts. It was odd, being unable to feel time move. It became neigh unbearable and just when he thought he'd go mad. Kronos awoke, as if he'd just been asleep. Immediately a sensation crawled through his body, something wasn't right.
Kronos rushed to his feet only to fall to the floor, his center of gravity being vastly different to what he remembered. It was then the young male realized, he was no longer in the same body he had been born into. He wasn't even remotely the same creature. No longer was he a handsome young man, just starting his apprenticeship under an archmage.
No, now he was some hideous lizard who walked on all fours and couldn't even do the most basic of spell. Reincarnation? What a joke, it's more like his soul had just been pasted into a different body. Was his reptile skin even his own or was their someone else here before? Kronos never stopped his mind from dwelling on these kinds of things.
Ripped out of his own dimension and placed in one he had little to no understanding of, [i]perfect[/i]. This lack of understanding, definitely doesn't go unnoticed by those around him. Kronos struggles to learn the ways of his new world, god forbid anyone try to teach him to fly. The language these overgrown lizards speak is difficult enough to pick up.
He hopes it will all make sense soon enough and hopefully then, he can understand enough to find away back to where he really belongs.
@Jaspernoir
This is gonna be fun!
1/1/19: Reborn
All in all Kronos doesn't remember what happened in between his first life and his second. Other than a body wide ache he gets, with sudden flashes to when hundreds if not thousands of pounds of earth came barreling down on him. The faint sensation of rain turning to sticky, night sweats when he jolts awake in his sleep. Still haunted by the past.
Everything went white after that, like his mind had been suspended in purgatory. All alone in an empty space, the only noise being the his thoughts. It was odd, being unable to feel time move. It became neigh unbearable and just when he thought he'd go mad. Kronos awoke, as if he'd just been asleep. Immediately a sensation crawled through his body, something wasn't right.
Kronos rushed to his feet only to fall to the floor, his center of gravity being vastly different to what he remembered. It was then the young male realized, he was no longer in the same body he had been born into. He wasn't even remotely the same creature. No longer was he a handsome young man, just starting his apprenticeship under an archmage.
No, now he was some hideous lizard who walked on all fours and couldn't even do the most basic of spell. Reincarnation? What a joke, it's more like his soul had just been pasted into a different body. Was his reptile skin even his own or was their someone else here before? Kronos never stopped his mind from dwelling on these kinds of things.
Ripped out of his own dimension and placed in one he had little to no understanding of, perfect. This lack of understanding, definitely doesn't go unnoticed by those around him. Kronos struggles to learn the ways of his new world, god forbid anyone try to teach him to fly. The language these overgrown lizards speak is difficult enough to pick up.
He hopes it will all make sense soon enough and hopefully then, he can understand enough to find away back to where he really belongs.
This is gonna be fun!
1/1/19: Reborn
All in all Kronos doesn't remember what happened in between his first life and his second. Other than a body wide ache he gets, with sudden flashes to when hundreds if not thousands of pounds of earth came barreling down on him. The faint sensation of rain turning to sticky, night sweats when he jolts awake in his sleep. Still haunted by the past.
Everything went white after that, like his mind had been suspended in purgatory. All alone in an empty space, the only noise being the his thoughts. It was odd, being unable to feel time move. It became neigh unbearable and just when he thought he'd go mad. Kronos awoke, as if he'd just been asleep. Immediately a sensation crawled through his body, something wasn't right.
Kronos rushed to his feet only to fall to the floor, his center of gravity being vastly different to what he remembered. It was then the young male realized, he was no longer in the same body he had been born into. He wasn't even remotely the same creature. No longer was he a handsome young man, just starting his apprenticeship under an archmage.
No, now he was some hideous lizard who walked on all fours and couldn't even do the most basic of spell. Reincarnation? What a joke, it's more like his soul had just been pasted into a different body. Was his reptile skin even his own or was their someone else here before? Kronos never stopped his mind from dwelling on these kinds of things.
Ripped out of his own dimension and placed in one he had little to no understanding of, perfect. This lack of understanding, definitely doesn't go unnoticed by those around him. Kronos struggles to learn the ways of his new world, god forbid anyone try to teach him to fly. The language these overgrown lizards speak is difficult enough to pick up.
He hopes it will all make sense soon enough and hopefully then, he can understand enough to find away back to where he really belongs.
@CosmicFalcon i may or may not have been stalking Kronos for months now, as you add snippets to his lore :D !!!!!!!!!!
@CosmicFalcon i may or may not have been stalking Kronos for months now, as you add snippets to his lore :D !!!!!!!!!!
@Jaspernoir
:O!!
Man, now I feel bad for being too broke to dress him. I promise I'll get his lore finished one day and it's good to know he has a fan! xD
:O!!
Man, now I feel bad for being too broke to dress him. I promise I'll get his lore finished one day and it's good to know he has a fan! xD
@Jaspernoir
:O!!
Man, now I feel bad for being too broke to dress him. I promise I'll get his lore finished one day and it's good to know he has a fan! xD
:O!!
Man, now I feel bad for being too broke to dress him. I promise I'll get his lore finished one day and it's good to know he has a fan! xD
Reborn
Descendant: ShadowEssence
How old were you, when you realized your own mortality? Do you remember the minute, the hour you recognized you would not be here forever? For ShadowEssence, it was something he had known his whole life. Even as a baby, he was given a locket with "momento mori" written inside it, Latin which translates to "remember, you have to die". It was an important part of his lineage, though he never understood why.
He would never remember his parents, whom he assumed gave him the locket. The clan he had been born into had its share of political struggles, and he and every other pearl catcher child was sent into the woods to die. Oddly, this is not where he ended up dying, instead he was taken in by another clan entirely, and raised as their own.
Still, he searched day and night for the reasons behind his locket and the Latin inscribed in it. Never setting foot outside the ruined tower that existed within the clan's territory, he spent years doing seemingly nothing other than studying his family's history. Finally he found it, the curse they all shared, something that apparently gave them a "second life".
Now, most people become afraid of death when the realize the reality of it. Some stare at an empty graveyard, and realize they too will someday be buried there. But, with this knowledge came the opposite feeling. It gave him a feeling of excitement, for now he felt he could do anything without real consequences. He had spent years in fear, neglecting the clan, and the nocturne who had taken him in. Now their clan was moving, from the brambled woods in the Shadows, to the thick forests of the Nature clans, and he wanted to be on the front lines, defending against the beast tribes.
Unfortunately, a studious life does not lend itself to being great in combat. He survived many fights, and even became one of the stronger dragons in the clan. Sure, he was still leagues under the leaders, but he was truly feeling a part of something now, something bigger than himself.
The night before his death, he celebrated this internal victory with himself, he drank and ate and generally was the merriest the clan had seen him since they adopted him into their ranks. Unfortunately, he began to forget the meaning behind that Latin phrase. Remember that you must die... a way to make one focus on being higher than flesh and blood, to be above mortal desires.
That night, he died. He only thought of dying at the hands of an enemy, not at his own mistakes. He woke up, panicked, as he felt his heart racing against his chest. All the wine he had drank had caught up with him, and he could nearly feel his liver giving out against the toxins. He tried to let out a cry for help, but nothing came out of his failing lungs. As his soul left his body, he remembered everything about his life; every moment once forgotten now came flooding back. He solemnly saw how much of it he had wasted, for one reason or another, and a great heartache filled his chest. He looked down at his body and watched as the other dragons surrounding him slept peacefully still.
At that moment, a Wispwillow Peryton approached him, and appeared to smile.
"You have died," she said sweetly, "but you have a choice."
He nodded and looked towards the familiar, "I know you are here to give me my second chance... but, why me? I have done nothing with my first life."
"Precisely," she stretched out, her wings seemed strangely longer than most Wispwillow's he had seen before, "that is exactly why you may want this second chance, and I can help you. I can make you everything you wanted to be. We are creatures of the night, of the darkness. Your clan is going to the forests, but you and I can bring the darkness there! All you have to do, is answer one simple question-"
"What would I do to live?" he looked her dead in the eyes, "I know your question spirit, and I know my answer. Anything. Just give me a chance to be reborn, to have strength this time around, and let me protect the people who love me."
With that, the dragon found himself being forced back into his lifeless body. Laughter filled the air, and when he awoke he had taken on the qualities of darkness itself. He was black, through and through, and his body had and empty hollowed out center where his soul could be seen, even to those who were still living. But the biggest difference was in his own abilities. Suddenly he could use magic, and the new found power seeped out of his body around him in pools of inky darkness.
Yes he thought to himself This is true power.
@Jaspernoir
Its been a long time since I wrote anything, hope it works
Descendant: ShadowEssence
How old were you, when you realized your own mortality? Do you remember the minute, the hour you recognized you would not be here forever? For ShadowEssence, it was something he had known his whole life. Even as a baby, he was given a locket with "momento mori" written inside it, Latin which translates to "remember, you have to die". It was an important part of his lineage, though he never understood why.
He would never remember his parents, whom he assumed gave him the locket. The clan he had been born into had its share of political struggles, and he and every other pearl catcher child was sent into the woods to die. Oddly, this is not where he ended up dying, instead he was taken in by another clan entirely, and raised as their own.
Still, he searched day and night for the reasons behind his locket and the Latin inscribed in it. Never setting foot outside the ruined tower that existed within the clan's territory, he spent years doing seemingly nothing other than studying his family's history. Finally he found it, the curse they all shared, something that apparently gave them a "second life".
Now, most people become afraid of death when the realize the reality of it. Some stare at an empty graveyard, and realize they too will someday be buried there. But, with this knowledge came the opposite feeling. It gave him a feeling of excitement, for now he felt he could do anything without real consequences. He had spent years in fear, neglecting the clan, and the nocturne who had taken him in. Now their clan was moving, from the brambled woods in the Shadows, to the thick forests of the Nature clans, and he wanted to be on the front lines, defending against the beast tribes.
Unfortunately, a studious life does not lend itself to being great in combat. He survived many fights, and even became one of the stronger dragons in the clan. Sure, he was still leagues under the leaders, but he was truly feeling a part of something now, something bigger than himself.
The night before his death, he celebrated this internal victory with himself, he drank and ate and generally was the merriest the clan had seen him since they adopted him into their ranks. Unfortunately, he began to forget the meaning behind that Latin phrase. Remember that you must die... a way to make one focus on being higher than flesh and blood, to be above mortal desires.
That night, he died. He only thought of dying at the hands of an enemy, not at his own mistakes. He woke up, panicked, as he felt his heart racing against his chest. All the wine he had drank had caught up with him, and he could nearly feel his liver giving out against the toxins. He tried to let out a cry for help, but nothing came out of his failing lungs. As his soul left his body, he remembered everything about his life; every moment once forgotten now came flooding back. He solemnly saw how much of it he had wasted, for one reason or another, and a great heartache filled his chest. He looked down at his body and watched as the other dragons surrounding him slept peacefully still.
At that moment, a Wispwillow Peryton approached him, and appeared to smile.
"You have died," she said sweetly, "but you have a choice."
He nodded and looked towards the familiar, "I know you are here to give me my second chance... but, why me? I have done nothing with my first life."
"Precisely," she stretched out, her wings seemed strangely longer than most Wispwillow's he had seen before, "that is exactly why you may want this second chance, and I can help you. I can make you everything you wanted to be. We are creatures of the night, of the darkness. Your clan is going to the forests, but you and I can bring the darkness there! All you have to do, is answer one simple question-"
"What would I do to live?" he looked her dead in the eyes, "I know your question spirit, and I know my answer. Anything. Just give me a chance to be reborn, to have strength this time around, and let me protect the people who love me."
With that, the dragon found himself being forced back into his lifeless body. Laughter filled the air, and when he awoke he had taken on the qualities of darkness itself. He was black, through and through, and his body had and empty hollowed out center where his soul could be seen, even to those who were still living. But the biggest difference was in his own abilities. Suddenly he could use magic, and the new found power seeped out of his body around him in pools of inky darkness.
Yes he thought to himself This is true power.
@Jaspernoir
Its been a long time since I wrote anything, hope it works
Reborn
Descendant: ShadowEssence
How old were you, when you realized your own mortality? Do you remember the minute, the hour you recognized you would not be here forever? For ShadowEssence, it was something he had known his whole life. Even as a baby, he was given a locket with "momento mori" written inside it, Latin which translates to "remember, you have to die". It was an important part of his lineage, though he never understood why.
He would never remember his parents, whom he assumed gave him the locket. The clan he had been born into had its share of political struggles, and he and every other pearl catcher child was sent into the woods to die. Oddly, this is not where he ended up dying, instead he was taken in by another clan entirely, and raised as their own.
Still, he searched day and night for the reasons behind his locket and the Latin inscribed in it. Never setting foot outside the ruined tower that existed within the clan's territory, he spent years doing seemingly nothing other than studying his family's history. Finally he found it, the curse they all shared, something that apparently gave them a "second life".
Now, most people become afraid of death when the realize the reality of it. Some stare at an empty graveyard, and realize they too will someday be buried there. But, with this knowledge came the opposite feeling. It gave him a feeling of excitement, for now he felt he could do anything without real consequences. He had spent years in fear, neglecting the clan, and the nocturne who had taken him in. Now their clan was moving, from the brambled woods in the Shadows, to the thick forests of the Nature clans, and he wanted to be on the front lines, defending against the beast tribes.
Unfortunately, a studious life does not lend itself to being great in combat. He survived many fights, and even became one of the stronger dragons in the clan. Sure, he was still leagues under the leaders, but he was truly feeling a part of something now, something bigger than himself.
The night before his death, he celebrated this internal victory with himself, he drank and ate and generally was the merriest the clan had seen him since they adopted him into their ranks. Unfortunately, he began to forget the meaning behind that Latin phrase. Remember that you must die... a way to make one focus on being higher than flesh and blood, to be above mortal desires.
That night, he died. He only thought of dying at the hands of an enemy, not at his own mistakes. He woke up, panicked, as he felt his heart racing against his chest. All the wine he had drank had caught up with him, and he could nearly feel his liver giving out against the toxins. He tried to let out a cry for help, but nothing came out of his failing lungs. As his soul left his body, he remembered everything about his life; every moment once forgotten now came flooding back. He solemnly saw how much of it he had wasted, for one reason or another, and a great heartache filled his chest. He looked down at his body and watched as the other dragons surrounding him slept peacefully still.
At that moment, a Wispwillow Peryton approached him, and appeared to smile.
"You have died," she said sweetly, "but you have a choice."
He nodded and looked towards the familiar, "I know you are here to give me my second chance... but, why me? I have done nothing with my first life."
"Precisely," she stretched out, her wings seemed strangely longer than most Wispwillow's he had seen before, "that is exactly why you may want this second chance, and I can help you. I can make you everything you wanted to be. We are creatures of the night, of the darkness. Your clan is going to the forests, but you and I can bring the darkness there! All you have to do, is answer one simple question-"
"What would I do to live?" he looked her dead in the eyes, "I know your question spirit, and I know my answer. Anything. Just give me a chance to be reborn, to have strength this time around, and let me protect the people who love me."
With that, the dragon found himself being forced back into his lifeless body. Laughter filled the air, and when he awoke he had taken on the qualities of darkness itself. He was black, through and through, and his body had and empty hollowed out center where his soul could be seen, even to those who were still living. But the biggest difference was in his own abilities. Suddenly he could use magic, and the new found power seeped out of his body around him in pools of inky darkness.
Yes he thought to himself This is true power.
@Jaspernoir
Its been a long time since I wrote anything, hope it works
Descendant: ShadowEssence
How old were you, when you realized your own mortality? Do you remember the minute, the hour you recognized you would not be here forever? For ShadowEssence, it was something he had known his whole life. Even as a baby, he was given a locket with "momento mori" written inside it, Latin which translates to "remember, you have to die". It was an important part of his lineage, though he never understood why.
He would never remember his parents, whom he assumed gave him the locket. The clan he had been born into had its share of political struggles, and he and every other pearl catcher child was sent into the woods to die. Oddly, this is not where he ended up dying, instead he was taken in by another clan entirely, and raised as their own.
Still, he searched day and night for the reasons behind his locket and the Latin inscribed in it. Never setting foot outside the ruined tower that existed within the clan's territory, he spent years doing seemingly nothing other than studying his family's history. Finally he found it, the curse they all shared, something that apparently gave them a "second life".
Now, most people become afraid of death when the realize the reality of it. Some stare at an empty graveyard, and realize they too will someday be buried there. But, with this knowledge came the opposite feeling. It gave him a feeling of excitement, for now he felt he could do anything without real consequences. He had spent years in fear, neglecting the clan, and the nocturne who had taken him in. Now their clan was moving, from the brambled woods in the Shadows, to the thick forests of the Nature clans, and he wanted to be on the front lines, defending against the beast tribes.
Unfortunately, a studious life does not lend itself to being great in combat. He survived many fights, and even became one of the stronger dragons in the clan. Sure, he was still leagues under the leaders, but he was truly feeling a part of something now, something bigger than himself.
The night before his death, he celebrated this internal victory with himself, he drank and ate and generally was the merriest the clan had seen him since they adopted him into their ranks. Unfortunately, he began to forget the meaning behind that Latin phrase. Remember that you must die... a way to make one focus on being higher than flesh and blood, to be above mortal desires.
That night, he died. He only thought of dying at the hands of an enemy, not at his own mistakes. He woke up, panicked, as he felt his heart racing against his chest. All the wine he had drank had caught up with him, and he could nearly feel his liver giving out against the toxins. He tried to let out a cry for help, but nothing came out of his failing lungs. As his soul left his body, he remembered everything about his life; every moment once forgotten now came flooding back. He solemnly saw how much of it he had wasted, for one reason or another, and a great heartache filled his chest. He looked down at his body and watched as the other dragons surrounding him slept peacefully still.
At that moment, a Wispwillow Peryton approached him, and appeared to smile.
"You have died," she said sweetly, "but you have a choice."
He nodded and looked towards the familiar, "I know you are here to give me my second chance... but, why me? I have done nothing with my first life."
"Precisely," she stretched out, her wings seemed strangely longer than most Wispwillow's he had seen before, "that is exactly why you may want this second chance, and I can help you. I can make you everything you wanted to be. We are creatures of the night, of the darkness. Your clan is going to the forests, but you and I can bring the darkness there! All you have to do, is answer one simple question-"
"What would I do to live?" he looked her dead in the eyes, "I know your question spirit, and I know my answer. Anything. Just give me a chance to be reborn, to have strength this time around, and let me protect the people who love me."
With that, the dragon found himself being forced back into his lifeless body. Laughter filled the air, and when he awoke he had taken on the qualities of darkness itself. He was black, through and through, and his body had and empty hollowed out center where his soul could be seen, even to those who were still living. But the biggest difference was in his own abilities. Suddenly he could use magic, and the new found power seeped out of his body around him in pools of inky darkness.
Yes he thought to himself This is true power.
@Jaspernoir
Its been a long time since I wrote anything, hope it works