Chervil
(#14032545)
Level 8 Fae
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Personal Style
Apparel
Skin
Scene
Measurements
Length
0.65 m
Wingspan
0.91 m
Weight
1.47 kg
Genetics
Crimson
Cherub
Cherub
Fire
Basic
Basic
Violet
Basic
Basic
Hatchday
Breed
Eye Type
Level 8 Fae
EXP: 8972 / 16009
STR
18
AGI
17
DEF
13
QCK
11
INT
25
VIT
23
MND
9
Lineage
Biography
Chervil the Borne
Born in Flame, Wed by Magick. Chervil has stood by for years, weaving her Dark Arts. Ready to unleash them, she bides her time for a little longer. The world was darkness, and it was all she knew. Every poisoned flora, every Embraced fauna was known to her. Everything was hers to use. This Lair was hers and hers alone. She worked diligently, weaving her magicks into the amber of her Nest. The tree glowed faintly with dim glowing mushrooms. It wasn't much light, but when your world was total darkness, any glimpse of light to work by was welcome.
In order for her plan to work, she needed progeny. As many as she could, and as strong as she could make them. She needed a strong mate, one who did not rely on the storing of power. One who was as steady as the ground and stronger than Night. She had scoured the lands, searching for a male who had strength above all else, but found none. The dragons of this Lair had gone, searching for new horizons under their Dark Mother. They were gone and yet...
Suddenly there was a blinding light. For a few minutes the land was bathed in a blinding pure light. It showered the world with a purity that she had not seen for eons. She watched as an impossibly brighter shape lowered itself to the ground.
She turned back to her work, determined not to be bothered by the mysterious light. The light meant something, she wasn't so naive to ignore that fact. There were more important things presently. She continued her chanting...
Our Dark Mother who Binds....
Lead us in to Your Cold Embrace...
Let us Bath the World in Your Darkness...
So Mote it--
Lead us in to Your Cold Embrace...
Let us Bath the World in Your Darkness...
So Mote it--
A lump caught in her long throat. She could feel it. The power she had been waiting for. She craned her neck behind her to see the Presence that she felt behind her. A Guardian stood before her. She hurried behind her Nest so she could spring out and take the advantage if need be. The Guardian looked around, and then at her. "I am Aoi the Light-Brand," he said. "and this is my home now. I will protect this place with my life."
Now she watches as her progeny grows and stumbles along the path to Ultimate Power. It's only a matter of time before they're ready to devour the world...
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