Grot
(#17914254)
Level 3 Coatl
Familiar
Deadland Disciple
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This dragon’s natural inborn element is Plague.
Male Coatl
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Personal Style
Apparel
Skin
Scene
Measurements
Length
8.06 m
Wingspan
7.59 m
Weight
948.5 kg
Genetics
Rust
Vipera
Vipera
Goldenrod
Toxin
Toxin
Stone
Glimmer
Glimmer
Hatchday
Breed
Eye Type
Level 3 Coatl
EXP: 419 / 1401
STR
7
AGI
8
DEF
6
QCK
8
INT
5
VIT
6
MND
5
Lineage
Parents
- none
Offspring
- none
Biography
Back beyond the last lights of the clan's fires, butted up against ancient ruin and murky swamp- further back into the dark abyssal mouth of a hollowed out cave- there were series upon series of iron bars and locked doors. Back behind those in the throat of the unremarkable hill- there was a humble looking room. It had the decorations and fineries people would expect of someone important. It had soft yellow lights which glittered from the stone into which they’d been set- little twinkling crystals that hung like spider pearls from the rock. Rugs woven in the big cities- still sweet with their perfume despite their dust of wear and age. Curtains draped around tapestries woven with gold and silver thread so they shimmered like windows.
It was comfortable with low cushioned seating, and a pantry of spiced insects, dried seafood, and preserves sat behind a velvet cloth, though guests had to bring their own drink, if they wanted any. To the dusk of the outside world, it seemed calm now, as there were no visitors- and so there was no one left to hear the shrieking cries of the noble prisoner kept here.
It was comfortable with low cushioned seating, and a pantry of spiced insects, dried seafood, and preserves sat behind a velvet cloth, though guests had to bring their own drink, if they wanted any. To the dusk of the outside world, it seemed calm now, as there were no visitors- and so there was no one left to hear the shrieking cries of the noble prisoner kept here.
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A family came. Their whelp, far from the mark of maturity, was confused and upset- wearing a blindfold and a cloth wrapped around his head to cover his ears. His mother tried to sooth him as his wailing soon joined the disjointed shrieking screams that could be caught on the stale air the second door down. Their needs were desperate- and this was the last place in the world they wanted to be- but it was the only one with the hope of a solution. The mother was crying herself by the time they reached the 'hospitable' room. Nothing mortal should be able to make those sounds, and even though she had wrapped her child- it was clear that the babe could still hear the distress of this pitiful thing, and was responding to it. She coddled her boy against her, but still he thrashed about in her arms and cried. Stepping into the room after so many doors and bars built into roughly dug rock was jarring- but what was worse was the moment their life entered- the screaming stopped from both child and prisoner. Protectively she felt her mate’s wing around her, guiding her close, and she turned to him in fear and desperation. They looked- but they couldn’t see anyone else in the room with them- but they knew someone was here. The breathing hung in the still air- ragged and broken- bouncing off uneven corners and seeming to come from nowhere and everywhere all at once. “Bring me the child.” said a voice from the wall. Behind the tapestry of an idyllic scene of the sunbeam ruins, woven with gold and silver threads by someone well versed in their art to bring such a peaceful moment to life- came the voice. A gnarled, disfigured claw twisted out from where a cell was hidden in the wall. Its joings deformed with malnourishment and mutation- |
long skeletal finger eternally damaged from clawing at the stone. Yet here was the most powerful Seer in the lands- the one who spoke directly to the cosmos, and listened when it whispered back. The creature- surely no longer a person- had once been renowned, powerful, and not at all the crazed, shrieking thing they now were. Once, they had traveled with caravans across great distances to bring the tidings of joy to those who were lucky enough to raise hatchlings who would change the world. Yet time- impossible time for a simple mortal life- had stolen away the Seer’s name, face, and anything the world once truly knew. Now, only the crazed husk remained. The husk- and that same, great power. The one which could see what no other Seer could- and could tell these parents why their child had no future to lesser oracles. The mother stepped forward. Her trembling arms holding a now calming babe. She did not come close enough to the tapestry to be grabbed by the creature behind. The rasping breath, however, somehow seemed closer than it had been before. To be sure, the woman took another half step back. That twisted, gnarled claw didn’t move, rusty veins the only quietly pulsing sign the thing lived at all. “Closer.” “No- not- not my boy. Seer, tell us why the others can’t read his future.” The mother pleaded. She wouldn’t move forward. She knew what afflicted this creature- and she would not have her son near it. “Havitaiya. Who will swallow the seas and eat the world alive, screaming while the moon cries, a thousand descendants moaning from their grave as beetles fly into the sun-... sunlight… SUNLIGHT-” |
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The creature began to scream again- and startled, the mother dropped her boy. Before she could catch the child- the claw from the prison did. It seemed impossibly long- but was so thin that perhaps once it was a fitting sort of length. Elbow and the round of an exposed shoulder were swollen, and popped when they moved- each strand of thin muscle displayed from tight, nearly translucent skin. The boy was set on the floor as the father swooped in to scoop him up. “Call him Kutapya.” Though perhaps no one was listening as they fled from the cave, failing to leave even the usual offering of food to the poor, trapped Seer. |
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