Athexreh's dragon Sero

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Physical Attributes

Battle Stats

Measurements

Length

5.96 m

Wingspan

3.72 m

Weight

370.74 kg

Genetics

Maize
Iridescent

Navy
Shimmer

Blue
Smirch

Hatchday

Jun 15, 2015
(8 years)

Breed

Adult
Pearlcatcher

Eye Type

Nature
Common

Level 25 Pearlcatcher

Max Level

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AGI

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QCK

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Lineage

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none

Offspring

Biography

Sero The Mage

Salt | Feral | Bounty Hunter

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I'm just here for the arts and crafts and snack time.

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What is this? Some bad sitcom? I ain't giving you no more quotes. Bugger off.

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Satax

Sero

Dolce

Psst. Hey. C’mere a minute.

Heard you’ve been poking around. Asking questions.

...Did management send you? I won’t tell anyone if that’s what it is. Lord knows this place needs some kind of intervention.

...You’re good at secret keeping, yeah? I know you are; I’ve been watching you too. Ok so. You know the chemistry department on floor seven? Used to work there. And, if I had the chance, I’d go back in a heartbeat. You really should be looking for a way out while you have a chance.

Haven’t you noticed? There’s something seriously wrong here.

Just the other day, I had to stay late to finish up some reports. No big deal, right? Yeah I thought so too. But then, when I was filing the paperwork? I ran into Trammel. I don’t think he even noticed I was there. But he was talking. To someone? Himself? I mean… I don’t… even know what he was talking about. But it was nothing… coherent. Something about the meltdown, I think. And he started laughing. Just this bitter, full-bodied… ...laugh.

I couldn’t do anything for a long while. I just couldn’t move. Couldn’t breathe. Then he just… looked at me. With this blank, unreadable look. And he spoke. Gods I’ve never heard him speak like that. “There’s a deep darkness,” he said- and I’ll never forget what he said. It made my skin crawl, “inside me. Inside you. Inside all of us.”

And I swear there was something there. Watching us. From down the hall? Across the facility? From everywhere and nowhere? I don’t even know anymore. It made my skin crawl. And that’s not the worst of it.

Dirge? He’s in cahoots with it all. I’m not ashamed to say I ran. As soon as my legs stopped trembling, I was gone. And Dirge was waiting for me.

He lept from the shadows, eyes glowing and teeth bared. And, I swear he weighed a ton when he landed. “Heya,” he said, grinning like a loon, “Heard you were sticking your nose in places it shouldn’t be. Let’s… amend that.”

He… did something. I don’t even know what it was. Too busy trying to claw out from under half a ton of fur and claws, ya know? But suddenly there was something clawing across my flesh, dark and heavy and insidious and invading every inch of my being. And he was laughing. A low, dangerous rumble that echoed in the pit of my stomach. “You’ll understand, soon,” he said. And, when he left, the only thing I could focus on was his red tinted fur. It left streaks along the floor and painted the walls a faint maroon.

I… think there’s something wrong with me now. It’s… getting hard to tell anymore. Harder to ignore… I’m... heh...

You really should be looking for a way out while you have a chance...

Hmm? O’course I got a moment to talk to ya. What’s on yer mind this time?

Where we come from? Can’t say I rightly know what yer on about, but I’ll bite.

Long as I can remember it’s been just Satax an’ me. Oh man ya should’a seen him as a hatchling- you think he’s a menace now? He ain’t nothing compared to then, le’ me tell ya. Grew up too fast. Learned real quick there weren’t no one gonna look after us ‘sides each other. You know what it’s like. Honestly prob’ly the only reason we’re still here.

I owe ‘im everything. That ain’t no exaggeration, neither. We was oh... maybe eight or nine moons at the time and didn’t have more than a pair o’ broken dreams a’tween the two o’ us. An’ listen to this- he decides he’s ain’t got nothin’ else to lose. So he decides he’s gonna challenge the Baron. One-on-one.

Most reckless thing he ever did. But see here, the Baron? He ain’t exactly unreasonable. Cruel, yes. Sadistic, absolutely. But unreasonable? Nah. The Tyrant woulda crushed ‘im underfoot if that was the case. So good o’l Iron Fist decides he’s ain’t gonna swat this little brat right outta his manor like he outta- least not right away. Found it amusing, I think. This ankle-biter struttin’ right up to the kingpin larger ‘den life (how he avoided the guards, we ain’t figured out yet), and starts screeching out all these demands.

Some mighta said it was a stupid move. Me? I say we didn’t have much of a choice. Don’t listen ta anyone that says my bro ain’t smart. Even as a kid he knew we couldn’t a been any worse- if they killed us, then it didn’t matter anymore. But they didn’t. The Baron decided he could find a use for such gumption. With a bit of heavy handed redirection.

“Training” was hell. Ain’t no sugar coating it. Ain’t no way those scars are going to fade. But, turns out, we’re really good at making people dead. Well, we got really good at ignorin’ the sinkin’ feelin’ in the pit o’ yer stomach.

I don’t know what they did to Satax but… Bro’s ruthless. All hellfire and spitting rage and brute strength and undying loyalty to the crown. Ain’t no one willin’ to even think about mutiny when he’s around. Me? Ain’t never been a fan of theatrics. Hardly anyone notices when I’m ‘round. Useful at times. Especially after Bro storms out and the tension reaches a crisis. I’m real good with remembering faces. Even better at rememberin’ stuff. Nothin’ important, course. No one’s stupid enough to let that slip. But I can tell ya who’s got a clutch on the way. Who’s got a secre’ mistress. Who’s got a particular’ nasty allergy. And I know just w’ere to turn up the heat. Know just what buttons to push. No one messes with my bro. A well placed hint of malice here. A whisper of a blade against a throat there. We make a pretty good team.

And well, suppose the Baron really liked the idea that we was a matching set. Wanted us to be seen together as much as possible, especially during our training. Got us all dolled up in matchin’ outfits an’ e’rythin. Didn’t bother me none- Bro wouldn’ be caught dead saying so, but he needed someone lookin’ out for him. Maybe… he still does? Has that limp if ya know to look for it. Earned that one all on his own.

Last time he hesitated when the Baron issued an order. It was our first official kill on the job. Our big debut. What a mess. Supposed to show off what Satax could do. Was going to be loud and messy and devoid of mercy. But there was still a sliver of innocence in him and he hesitated. Course I stepped in, but it was too late. Everyone had noticed.

O’couse the Baron managed to salvage the situation- he’s clever that way- and turned it into a display of his control. Disobedience would be met with swift punishment. Let’s just say it beat out the last sliver of compassion outta the both of us.

H-hey no need ta worry ‘bout us now, ya hear? That was a long time ago. A lifetime ago.

See, Bro’s smart. Real smart. Soon as the food stores started dropping, he planted the idea to invest in a proper research facility. Course the Baron ate it up- good way to earn up points with they Tyrant if he were ta be responsible for ending the famine. Honestly think Bro just wanted to get out from under ol’ Iron Fist’s well… iron fist. Yeah ok that was a given.

Thing is, the Baron had no reason to dou’t us. We had blood on our claws. We’d thwarted countless assassination attempts. It’d taken years but we’d ingrained ourselves in the Baron’s politics. And again, Bro’s hella smart. He’s got a real head for strategy. Rose right up the ranks in the guard and, if our heritage had been anything else, he probably would have become the head honcho.

As it was, Bro got to strut around after the Captain and bark orders at the peons while plantin’ all these little seeds o’ doubt and disarray when no one was lookin’. Bro knew when ta turn up the heat, too.

Me? I got me a posh job righ’ under ol’ Iron’s Fist’s watch. Was my job ta know things. Thing people didn’ wan me knowing. Didn’t want anyone knowin’. I got real good at listen’ when someone had a hankerin’ ta rant. Made my secon’ home in the corner o’ the pub, the hum of dissent sweet as a lullaby ifin ya know where ta look.

So yea. ‘Bout the plan. Iron Fist agre’d ready ‘nough. Sent ‘is two fav’rite lackeys ta keep it all on track. An’ le’ me tall ya; it was nice. At first. Got to stretch out our wings and see jus’ how far our shadows reached. Dishing out sharp orders and subtle threats. Handin’ out some heavy handed beatdowns when some of the others got too comfortable and forgot their place. Took the better part of a year, but it was finally build.

Weren’t nothing on the Cap’tal, o’ course. But we did a’ight with what little there was. Weren’t no ceremony or nothin’. Just the opening of the doors and mailin’ out the summons. And that’s when I met them. The official team. Wavin’ their letters like it were some kinda honor ta be there. Well, at least our version of them. See, me and Satax? We got us a secret. Ain’t from around here if ya catch my drift?

They was modest. Maybe… fifteen souls recruited in all. ‘Least that’s as many as bothered ta show up. We dug into their history- uncovered so many dark little secrets. But Satax and I were particular’ interested in three o’ ‘em: an ashy wildclaw, a pale fae, and a crimson nocturne.

Now me and Satax were in the information business. Made a real profession outta knowing who’s who and what’s what. And we ain’t ever seen those three afore. An’ we don’t live in the boondocks or nothin’, but e’ryone got some beef with the Baron that we ‘ad ta sort out. First glance ya wouldn’t a known it, but there was something wrong with ‘em. Ain’t quite fit in with folks round ‘ere. A bit too much fight that ain’t been stamped outta ‘em.

Reminded me a bit too much of myself, to be honest.

I suppose bro figured the same. Don’ know how he done it, but he weaseled the truth outta them. Used to work in the capital, they did, under the tyrant’s grip. Part o’ a much larger research group that was commandeered an’ set up deep in the bowels of the castle. Right under the Tyrant’s eye. Ain’t quite sure what they were lookin’ into, but if it was enough to get the tyrant’s attention… well…

Don’t matter much, does it? They’re all stardust now.

We should a’ been, too.

Good as we were in diggin’ up secrets, we never figured out they weren’t supposed to be there. Bought the spiel of ‘em bein’ sent out here as punishment- as a last chance sorta thing- hook line an’ sinker. We should ‘a known better. The tyrant don’t do second chances.

We didn’t press too hard- guess we really didn’ wanna know in the end. Maybe we figured it wasn’t worth it. Maybe we knew- deep down- what they were really up to. Maybe we figured it was about time someone showed the tyrant what was what. Maybe that was the only way we knew to figh’ back.

The baron sure weren’t complainin’ when the first batches of synthetic fodder was linin’ his pocket. The stuff tasted like ash and dust, but no one was gonna complain. Not when it managed to stave off the worst of the ‘unger pains for a bit. Results was results, and well, we managed to make the tyrant content for a time. The big boss had his sights set on expandin’ the boundaries of his kingdom and couldn’t care ‘bout home anyway.

Was kinda lonely, all in all. And, well, let’s just say our new frien’s had their eyes set on a slightly more ambitious prize. Only, instead of lookin’ forward they was lookin’ sideways. And they were re’dy to abandon ship when Satax caught wind of it.

A’ight. Let’s see. This is where it gets a little muddled. Thing is, me and bro weren’t idle in our time. Soon as the opportunity arose, we dug straight into them scholarly documents and eventually made sense outta them. And what we found out didn’t make a lick o’ sense. Was like something out of a book, really. One ‘o them pretentious ones. All talk of time travel and forbidden knowledge and hogwash like that. Tomes of research and careful strings of numbers and theories and impossibilities.

Satax dug in deep. I ain’t even sure what all he uncovered, but he practically disappeared. For weeks I didn’t see him ‘side from a few glances every now and again. He didn’t look troubled- not like he normally did at any rate- but there was somethin’ off ‘bout the way he held himself. Something wrong with the tenseness in his stance. Something I was sure no one else noticed.

I had enough of that. It was late when I made my move. Most of the others had already gone home aside from Satax and Regu. I was beyond livid at this point- we’d been through hell together and now he was tossin’ me aside like last week’s news. In hindsight I admit that ambushin’ ‘em outta nowhere might not ‘a been the best choice. But I was livid.

Managed to get one good strike- all indignation and sheathed claws- before Regu decided to interrupt. I thought bro was brutal, but man, could that snapper pack a punch. For a moment everythin’ was a scream of color and noise and sharp, bitter magic that burned in the air. It was a cloying stench of rage and familiarity.

In his usual efficiency, Satax made his move. Deep gouges was carved into the ground, and the ceiling was ready to collapse. There was a scowl fixed across his face, and sparks of fire still ignited near his fingertips. Regu was in far worse shape. The snapper’s dusty scales were marred in his own blood, the lacerations across his side still oozing. It looked worse than it was, believe you me; them snapper types have pure rock for scales.

Satax wasn’t even bothering to hide his displeasure anymore.

And it was then I knew that I’d made a grave mistake. An' I don't admit that lightly.

I’ll save you the details on that particular… reunion… Needless to say it isn’t a pleasant thing to remember.

Turns out bro was trying to keep me out of the project in some vain attempt at chivalry. That and the scientists were rightly cautious of trusting me. Don’t know why; Satax’ always been the more dangerous of the two of us, and he seemed to weasel his way into their fold without a hitch. And now I was a part of it all, plausible deniability thrown out the window.

They’d been building deeper in the bowels of the earth. Pilfered parts formed an amalgamation of a machine. Heat rippled around the metal hull and coiled around exposed wires. Magic- dark and twisted and wrong- sparked in the air thick enough to taste.

We poured our time into that machine. Read encrypted files and puzzled out our own instructions. Fed it our blood and our ichor and teased electricity through its wires. There was no manuel. There were no safety protocols. We were blind, stumbling around in the dark trying not to fall into something we didn’t understand.

Had no hope of understanding.

Of course the tyrant caught wind of it. It was inevitable, really. With the amoun’ of time we was spending in the underground, someone was bound to notice. And of course they went straight to the tyrant and collected that loyalty reward with a grin and less than a lick o’ sympathy.

He came down in a blaze of fire searing enough to rival Satax’ own rage. We knew he was coming- there was no mistaking that particular brand of fury and raw power. Dust fell from the ceiling with each encroaching step and the earth itself trembled more than we did.

There wasn’t much hesitation when we initiated the startup sequence. Whatever could go wrong with the machine would have been a mercy in comparison to what the tyrant would do to us. With a whirring, groaning screech, the machine roared to life.

I don’t think I could explain what it was like, standing in the heart of the whirlwind with the scorching intent beating down on it all. It was like falling and being crushed while being set on fire. Twice. And then everything shifted. There was an earth shattering ripple- maybe it was the tyrant breaking through our paper-thin defenses. Maybe it was the machine finally overloading- but there was a single warning flash.

Then silence.

And then we found ourselves here.

I’m not skimping on the details. It was just me and Satax when the nausea settled and the rumbling settled. Just us. And the dust... There was so much- No.

It don’t matter. The machine’s broken. We made sure o’ that. Whatever’s on the other side of the veil isn’t getting through- there’s nothing left to try to salvage, either way.

B-but man, let me tell you, runnin’ into yourself ain’t a walk in the park. Though’ we was goin’ crazy for a while there. But that’s a story for another time, I’m afraid.

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