Theit
(#11719528)
Level 3 Snapper
Familiar
Lesser Wisp
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This dragon’s natural inborn element is Lightning.
Male Snapper
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Personal Style
Apparel
Skin
Scene
Measurements
Length
5.03 m
Wingspan
2.51 m
Weight
8899.37 kg
Genetics
Azure
Iridescent
Iridescent
Caribbean
Facet
Facet
Ice
Smoke
Smoke
Hatchday
Breed
Eye Type
Level 3 Snapper
EXP: 117 / 1401
STR
12
AGI
8
DEF
12
QCK
6
INT
6
VIT
12
MND
6
Biography
T H E I T
A story by Mitchy (45707)
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A story by Mitchy (45707)
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The dining room was dim, light being emitted only by the candles set around the table. The castle seemed eerie; only the quiet footsteps of the servants echoed in the halls. Theit sat alone for his dinner, as he always did. He was a glorious shade of blue that only ran in his family: the Royal family. His eyes were a bright blue, passed down from his father, Lars, and his large tail a trait from his mother, Neptune. The family was very noble and respected by all, but after the sudden disappearance of Lars and Neptune when Theit was no more than five days old, the throne was suddenly pushed onto him, and he turned cold. Theit was always high above everyone else. Politically, he was the king. He ruled in silence, no one saw him personally, but rather his servants read decrees he made. His castle was on a hill and towered over the houses of peasants, and he was much richer than anyone else. I don't want Crowntail Wanderers, Theodore. I asked for Crowntail Surglings, stated Theit to his servant. The small Fae bowed as low as he could, his face completely red and eyes wide, and scurried away to correct his mistake. No servants dared go near Theit while he was mad for fear of his rage. Theit simply stayed quiet and stared ahead at the candles on the table, watching the lights flicker back and forth. Two servants watched him and kept their distance. They weren't allowed to leave their post, in case Theit needed anything. He said nothing to them. The breeze picked up and drifted though the regal curtains next to Theit. He shivered and one of the candles went out, yet still didn't say a word. Only ominously stared ahead. One Fae flew and closed the large windows and drew the curtains, blocking out the view of the nighttime sky, while the other flew to bring the flame back to the candle. Then they went back to their posts. Theit said nothing. Theodore came back with Theit's Crowntail Surglings, bowed to him, and scurried off. Late in the night, when the castle was still, the sound of the copper door knock beating onto the entrance roused Theit from his sleep. He got up and flew out into the hallway, checking for any servants that could answer the door for him. All were in their chambers, sleeping. He drifted through the hallways and unlatched the door, opening it on a small Nocturne. Theit towered over her, and she shivered, holding a tattered blanket close to her body as the wind passed between them. Theit watched her as she spoke. Sir, she began, I would like to know if you have a chamber I could stay. Out in the open it is cold, and my blanket may not hold the night. Theit just watched her. No feeling of sorrow or pity washed over him. His heart remained frozen as he simply watched her. Silence filled the void between them, and the Nocturne tried again. Sir, may I come inside and rest? The door shut, and Theit walked back to his bed. Outside, the Nocturne stared at the door, her eyes teary and her weak body shivering. She clutched the blanket harder and waited at the door, holding onto any hope she had. After ten minutes of sitting at Theit's doorstep, she slowly got up and began walking off. After a few paces, her eyes filled with hate. Lifting the blanket off of herself revealed her belt, with three small flasks attached. She detached one and threw the glass at the door, where it shattered. She then picked up the blanket and walked away, shivering, two flasks concealed under the blanket. Where the acidic concoction touched, the wood of the door degraded. Inside the mansion, everything was still and quiet. Theit lay in his bed, cold and dead. The next morning, his body was discovered. No cause of death was ever recorded. A small funeral was held that morning for Theit, the attendants consisting of only his servants. As there was no heir to his property, everything Theit owned went to the servants, and the throne was never replaced. Theit was placed in the ground the day after his death. News spread of the death throughout Theit's kingdom. The feelings about Theit's rule were very controversial, but one thing everyone agreed on was that death fell upon him too soon. In his grave, over the course of six days, Theit's body deteriorated rapidly. His irises changed from a beautiful blue to a hideous yellow, and his skin spotted and lost its color. The veins on his ears and wings shined through as they thinned, and small bugs feasted on these parts, creating holes. His tail became hard and rigid. On the seventh day of the first week since he passed, Theit awoke. Lifting his hands to his face, he saw the normal blue shade he knew. His body was restored. He began coughing as he breathed in. The air in the coffin was humid and smelled horrible. Arching his back on the floor of the coffin and his feet on the ceiling, he pushed and grunted, trying to lift the door of the coffin so he could escape. Dirt fell into the coffin and onto him, causing him to cough more. After much effort, he was able to break the door of the coffin and use his hands to dig out of the dirt. Luckily, there wasn't too much digging that had to be done, since he was buried near the surface. Once on normal ground, he relaxed and rested. His body was exhausted. He then began drifting towards the town he ruled over just a week ago. In the town, a peasant recognized him. A bright Skydancer's face turned pale and she screamed a shrill scream, disturbing dragons in the lairs nearby. Theit's blue eyes turned wide. He was in complete shock, and then fled from there. He kept going until he reached the edge of the town, where he rested, panting against the side of the house. Why did she yell? he wondered. He didn't understand what was wrong. He didn't understand that he was supposed to be dead. That day and the one following, he stayed out of sight. During the day time, he would wander fields outside of the town, where villagers wouldn't find him, and at night he'd sit in the fields and watch his castle, wishing he could go back inside. He couldn't. He feared more dragons screaming. He feared the sheer horror on the Skydancers's face. He feared seeing that horror again. He feared going back. As six days passed, his body began deteriorating once again, and all he could do was watch it. His skin changed from a rich blue to a disgusting, spotted, and aged brown. His ears and wings thinned to the point where he couldn't lift himself by flying anymore. Feeling his ears, he could tell that holes had formed, but he didn't know how. His tail was stuck in one place, and on the seventh day of that week, he lay still once again. Six days he was dead, and on the seventh day, his heart started again and he awoke in the field, gasping for air. He brought his hands to his face, and he was once again a rich blue. That day and night he sat in the field and held himself, crying. He stayed in the field the rest of that week as well, but on the fourth day, two Imperials were wandering outside of the town. The sun was high in the sky, and they sparkled under the sunlight. Theit noticed them, and they apparently noticed Theit. By the fourth day he was well into his cycle of decay, and already could barely move. He feared flying would break his wings more, so he refrained from fleeing as the Imperials approached. They were cautious and kept a distance from Theit, and one remarked, What is it? Theit was in shock. It? Is that what I've become...? It? Neither Imperial recognized him as he truly was, as his skin and iris colors had faded by four days. They watched him for a while, not daring to come any closer nor make an attempt to touch him. Every remark they made, they called Theit "It". He just sat there, watching them, not moving closer nor further. Not being able to more closer nor further. Both Imperials flew away from him. Back towards town, he noted. He turned his head away from their direction. It, he thought. The It. His cycle continued. One week alive, one week dead. He was never hungry, and his original color never aged when he awoke from the dead. His skin stayed the same tone as it had when he died. After the incident with the Imperials, he relocated himself to the sewers. He didn't want to see anyone anymore, and he didn't want anyone to see him. The It became a myth in the town. That a Zombie—an It—wandered the fields off of the town. Some claim to have seen The It wandering the fields. The truth? The It was always beneath them. 
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