Lytic's dragon Narcissa

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Measurements

Length

21.48 m

Wingspan

14.87 m

Weight

7738.31 kg

Genetics

White
Vipera

Blood
Daub

Maroon
Okapi

Hatchday

Nov 10, 2015
(8 years)

Breed

Adult
Ridgeback

Eye Type

Fire
Common

Level 9 Ridgeback

EXP: 3374 / 21526

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Biography

Narcissa
Occupation: Huntress
Flight: Fire
Alignment: Chaotic Neutral

_{"it only takes a moment for everything to change."}

Born and raised in the Ashfall Wastes, Narcissa never thought much of mutations, of monsters. Of course, she had heard her fair share of Plague horror stories, working the forges with her peers; however, that didn't stop it from being anything more than a gross little fairytale. Until she was shunted head-over-tail into her own story.

In the Wastes, it doesn't rain often. So when it does, everybody is absolutely unprepared - forges sizzle out under the deluge to the worker's dismay, while hatchlings dance, thrilled, in the storm, disregarding the fact that the raindrops are thick and black with ash. Narcissa, while older than some of the others - but by no means adult - was amazed nonetheless. She had never seen rain before, even when she traveled to the Shifting Expanse; it was always dry as a desert, despite the fact that the air constantly bristled with electricity and lightning potential. So rain, here, in her home, was a miracle she didn't know she was waiting for. Narcissa twirled in the rain, marveling at the feeling of the drops hitting her scales.

Until she slipped.

Unbeknownst to her, this rain made the ground slimy and unstable with ashy mud -- and Narcissa, unprepared and giddy with wonder, hadn't noticed how precarious the ledge in front of her family's lair had become. And so with barely a sound, barely time to understand why her feet aren't under her anymore -- she plummeted into one of the ravines she used to love, but which now dripped with a horribly black, muddy unfamiliarity.

Though Narcissa was always rather quick on her feet, it still took her a moment to unfurl her wings, where she was yanked from her freefall in a violent catch of the wind that shot sparks of pain through her back and shoulders. She began to push down with all her might, trying to fight the winds of the howling storm, but to very little avail - she had fallen too far, and the storm was too much. Through the rain, Narcissa heard the familiar and previously comforting rumble of the cliffs of the Molten Scar rearranging themselves. But this time, it wasn't a sign of new area to mine. This time it meant she was likely to be crushed between the shifting ravines if she couldn't get out.

She desperately searched the cliff face for any sort of trail or staircase that might have been left behind by the fleeing miners, but anything there could have been had been washed away by the rain. And, despite how hard-headed she tried to be, a ball of dark dread squeezed her heart. This could be it. Her wings burned unbearably with the effort of staying in a rough hover for so long and there wasn't much she could do about it. This was the end. Narcissa felt tears coming to her eyes.

And out of nowhere, a dark shape barreled out of the rain and crashed into Narcissa. Another dragon, and judging from the wet leather of the wings, an Imperial. The Imperial held her close to their body and used their collective momentum to keep them flying, angling up and towards the top of the ravine. Narcissa's exhausted wings folded in close to her body without her consent - she's safe enough. Cold, grey water streamed across them and chilled her to the bone, dripping ashy rain into her eyes.

"What - who -" Narcissa started, but the adrenaline in her veins made it hard to formulate the right sentence. Steam from rain hitting the lava far below curled up lazily against them as they glided through the hazy ravine, and Narcissa allowed herself a breath to try and collect herself. After a moment, she'd collected herself enough to speak. "Who are you? I owe you my life."

The Imperial spared a glance down at her, and Narcissa was shocked by their eyes - bright, gory red. Plague eyes, she thought, mean eyes. Horror-story eyes. Nonetheless, she instinctively clutched closer to the Imperial's chest as they banked sharply upwards, allowing the rain to opportunistically drench what was previously sheltered by the other dragon's body. She shivered despite herself, now - they'd cleared the top edge of the ravine, and the warmth from the steam and fire didn't reach this far. All there was was freezing, torrential rain. Narcissa didn't feel nearly as thrilled by the storm as she had only minutes before.

The Imperial dragon's voice rumbled against Narcissa's hand, shocking her back into the present. A deep, distinctively male voice cut through the sound of the rain on his wings, close enough that Narcissa didn't need to strain to hear him despite the storm around them.

"You don't need my name. I will hold you to your statement, however."

"M-My statement?" Narcissa shivered out, trying to think over what meager conversation she'd had with this stranger. Despite having barely exchanged words, Narcissa found it hard to recall - they were still ascending, going up in wide, controlled loops, now breathtakingly high above the scorched earth of Narcissa's home.

"You said you owe me your life. I said I agree." The Imperial answered, a hint of dark amusement picking at his voice. "You owe me whatever I need from you."

They're too high -- the realization pushed panic to the forefront of her mind. Narcissa couldn't fight him, this kidnapper, this demon, without being dropped to her death. Her wings were still too tired to keep her aloft and in control - besides, she imagined how hard it would be to feel the harsh winds catching her, yanking her, muscles tearing and bones dislocating -- Narcissa shook the gruesome image from her mind, but the truth remained. She was stuck. She was caught. And there was nowhere left to go but where this beastly Imperial chose to take her.

Narcissa counted the scales on the Imperial's chest for Deity-knows-how-long as they flew past the storm, past the wastes, past everything Narcissa'd ever known. She didn't have a choice.

//

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Narcissa was like all of the others who joined the Ilysiad Clan - she was running. Vampires weren’t always welcomed in Sorneith, but some could tolerate them when they kept their affliction a secret. Narcissa was not one of those dragons. She never made an effort to hide her vampirism, She wasn’t surprised when dragons came after her to hunt her down, but so much running can really wear a dragon down.

Running, running, running...it was all she did. At first it was a game; she would run, but let her pursuers almost catch her. She’d slip out of their grasp at the last moment. Yet months of doing this took a toll on her. When would they give up? Even if she took off and fled far from them, they still found her eventually. She just couldn’t shake them.

It had been so long, now, that if they caught her, there would be no mercy. They might not even kill her. Perhaps they would tote her around on a chain like a pet - she had seen that before, once, in a horrible show of power in one horrible city. She wouldn’t accept that kind of life, but she was running out of options for where to escape to. That was when she came across the Ilysiad Clan. They almost kicked her out, too. She was dangerous, and trying to use the matriarch’s words against her wasn’t helping. So Narcissa finally stubbornly dropped all of her treasure at the matriarch’s feet, all her belongings, and, finally, all her defenses. That was what it took to be accepted for a while. Even if it would only be a short time…

Her only concern now is whether her mate, Kali, would follow her or not, if she chose to leave...or if she was driven out.

-Written by VoxxVoleur, #185853. all minor edits by actuallynotalex

her mate is kali, a coliseum fighter and hunter! they get along very well due to both being rather, well, vicious -- kali is just a messy hunter whos kills more often than not end up strewn gorily across the ground before her, and narcissa just drinks the blood and leaves the drained corpses behind. so. gross. nobody much likes hunting with either of them, so they go with each other, lmao. they have no canon hatchlings together, but that could be a really cute idea??? mama kali teaching her kid how to hunt. mama narcissa being very overprotective over her kid to prevent kidnappings and vampirism. rip

narcissa usually tags along on hunting convoys to gather food with the clan - the clan eats lots of meat omg - but usually at night. she's developed a rather acute photosensitivity since becoming a vampire and all, so she would much prefer to hang out in her lair during the day, and go out to socialize and hunt and such at night. she isn't the best at socializing tbh but she's still human dragon? others usually don't like to hang around her because of the less-than-nice mythology surrounding vampires. some want to capture or kill her, or worse, for being an ~abomination~ or whatever but she has found safety enough in clan Ilysiad!

Quote:

a letter, written on thick creamy paper. the handwriting is sharp, and there are some scribbled-out words, as if the writer was unsure about sending the letter at all.

Dear mother & father --

I know it's been a long time. I'm sorry I haven't written sooner -- it's been years, a lifetime, and i can only imagine what you've gone through ~~after i got kidnapped~~ after I left. I never said goodbye. I'm sorry. I hope my siblings are doing alright, if any of them are still with you, please ~~tell them I miss them~~ give them my regards.

A lifetime has passed since I last saw you. I don't think you'd want to see me now, though. I was subjected to magic the likes of which i had never seen - not from any dragon ever, let alone our clan mages - and now i'm [scribbled out furiously, almost ripping the paper] i'm not a child anymore.

I have a clan for now. I forgot how nice it was to rest my head somewhere - I'd resigned myself to running for the rest of my life. But Clan Ilysiad of the Scarred Wasteland has allowed me entry and safety in exchange for some treasure and coliseum services. They've been very generous. I wasn't sure if that sort of generosity still existed, but consider me pleasantly surprised.

Of course, not everybody likes me, considering ~~what~~ who I am. Half the clan won't come near me out of fear or superstition. The other half, though they will talk to me, they watch with an edge of suspicion. Everyone has their guard up, here. I can hear their pulses flutter when they see me. It's exhausting, to be quite honest. But less so than running, so here I can stay.

The only one that ~~somehow~~ ~~against all odds~~ truly accepts me for myself is my mate, Kali. She's a fearsome warrior - when we hunt together, I'm always left in awe of her raw, vicious talent. Hunting was never my forte, but I feel like she could change that. Mother, I think you would have loved to hunt with her. I've seen the world, and she must be one of the finest wonders I've found.

I must end this letter here. ~~Don't look for me. I've become a monster.~~ You don't need to come and find me; this clan is treating me satisfactorily, and Kali can provide any protection I cannot myself. I'm sorry for leaving all those years ago in the storm, and I'm sorry for not contacting you since then, But I am safe. I hope you are as well. Please give the clan my greetings and my thanks.

I'll see you again someday, I'm sure.

--Narcissa

the letter remains pressed under some books. unsent.

Traits

INDEPENDENT | STUBBORN | HOT-HEADED | INSECURE | RESTLESS

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