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Beryl

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Level 4 Pearlcatcher

Familiar

Living Sculpture

Energy: 50/50

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Measurements

Length

5.73 m

Wingspan

4.53 m

Weight

401.3 kg

Genetics

White
Crystal

Maize
Facet

White
Veined

Hatchday

Dec 05, 2015
(8 years)

Breed

Adult
Pearlcatcher

Eye Type

Earth
Common

Level 4 Pearlcatcher

EXP: 761 / 4027

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QCK

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SHE/HER

(Warning for Bad Physical Feelings^TM and auditory/visual hallucination-like Not Good^TM things.)

Beryl

I would be lost without you here,
My love, my one, my true.
Of all the stars within my sky,
None shine as bright as you.

E X C E R P T

All that was heard was the clatter of wingtips against the walls and the scrabbling of nails on the floor. There was nothing else. It was too dark to see, and to the observer, there was nothing for any of the other senses except for the surrounding cold air. But Beryl, oh, sweet Beryl. She felt more, saw more, heard more. She tasted and smelled more. She was drowning in the air, sinking deep into her own pain and regret and guilt. She was trying to struggle and grasp at the walls and floors for purchase, but if there was enough light and another person around, they would only see her sitting flat against the wall and shivering against unforgiving stone. They would also see something else.

But, Beryl. How gullible she felt. She wanted to see her love again, who was exalted far before his time, to talk to him. She wanted to reassure him that Chrysidid wasn’t around anymore, that she was safe. Her children may not be, but she was. The tyrant was gone for good. But then Aethos came, they whispered sweet sweet little things. They said that she didn’t just have to see him again. She could keep him with her, in her precious pearl. The two greatest things in her life intertwined. She became greedy at the thought. Aethos said to listen to them, with words as sweet and soothing as a dearest friend, and Beryl did. She took the black-gold dripping from their eyes and carried it down to the catacombs. She carried it into the deepest depths, where her love used to always be found, and did as Aethos said.

She regretted all of it. As soon as she was done, the darkness descended, and her pearl would’ve been lost if she hadn’t been clutching it so tightly. But it was not their plan to take it. As soon as she had backed herself into a corner, crying out for her life, the voices in the blinding shadows began to talk. But they didn’t just talk. They shouted, sang, sobbed, whispered, all on top of each other. They were males and females and everything between and out of reach, all wanting everything and nothing from her all at once. She couldn’t hear her own words over the din. For all she knew, she had became a part of the discordant chorus.

But she didn't just start hearing things. She could smell blood and brine and rot all mixed into one, as if she was plunged into the very depths of the Sea of a Thousand Currents. As if she as sank so far below that she found ancient beings feasting on blood and bone and death. She could almost feel the cold currents tugging at her, ceaselessly pulling her into the maw of some unknown thing. When she finally opened her eyes to the darkness of the crypt, she did not feel any safer. She could still smell the ocean of blood, but now she could see the shadows shifting and curling into endless patterns of tentacles. She could see endless mouths, and she could see endless eyes. She saw endless parts of endless things forced together, crying and laughing and everything in between, all emotions and all of everything combined into the one being in front of her.

She was scared.

But she was terrified when the pain started. A deep burning acid-like thing spreading up into her throat, and she knew it wasn’t natural. She shouted for help but she couldn’t hear herself, and as the pain started burning her up, she couldn’t hear her sobbing either. The pain kept her from realizing what was happening. It kept her in her own head, and in merciless kindness, thus kept her alive. For if she were to see the inky darkness spilling from her mouth, the almost endless tendrils and faces of shadows covering her beautiful pearl, her reaction would have cost her life. Because she would know what it was doing. This darkness was corrupting her pearl, but most importantly, it was changing something inside her. It took her secretions, the thing all Pearlcatchers used to add to the endless layers of their pearl, and the darkness warped it into its own acidic making for its own caustic purposes.

If anyone was watching, if anyone could see her, they’d see a young Pearlcatcher shivering in fear of her life. Eyes glazed over in a haze of shadows and inky blackness dripping from her mouth to cover her pearl. But of course, only ghosts visit this place. Only ghosts and her.

And the shifting shadows.

B I O G R A P H Y

Beryl was born in Cairnstone Rest, taking the jewels and malleable minerals given to her and turning them into sculptures. She was even known to make her own minerals, from a process she still keeps secret. Her artistry has made her invaluable in trades, as her work is widely sought for and can earn her a pretty penny. But it was less appreciated in Dragonhome, where the materials she uses to make her works are plenty, so she moved to the The Viridian Labyrinth to trade her sculptures for more.

At least, that’s what she says. She doesn’t mention the accident in her old home, where unread warnings left for tomb robbers would cause chaos. All it took was her being in the wrong place at the wrong time, and her not being able to dodge a skeletal wyrm quite fast enough. She was left with an opalesque curse, and in an attempt to escape those who would call her all the more beautiful for it, she fled to the clan she now resides in. But that is not where her troubles ended.

Oh, no. She came when the clan was still young and nameless, under the leadership of Jewel. But it wasn’t long after she arrived when the leader got forcefully exalted and replaced with Chrysidid. The new leader was a tyrant and drove away any dragons who wished to join. He also exalted every dragon in the clan who he deemed useless, including the one love of her life, who was in charge of watching over the nearby catacombs. She was devastated by this and went into severe mourning, almost causing Chrysidid to exalt her too. But he was overthrown before he could do so, and Beryl was left with nothing.

She poured herself into her work, creating some of her best pieces during this time. One of them was titled “Withstanding Hallucination”, and after she had left it to go to bed, a worried dragon by the name of Ocklis paid it a visit. She knew how bad Beryl was doing, and not wanting to see another dragon suffer, she enchanted the sculpture until it was essentially living. From then on, Beryl had a supportive friend and familiar, and over time she learned to move past her grief.

But she wasn’t quick enough. The third leader came and went, and was replaced with Fawn, the current leader. Under the Wildclaw, more and more “special” and “broken” dragons were housed in the clan, as the new leader didn’t want to see anyone forced to wander by themself. However, that let one or two unsavory dragons in, ones that slipped right under everyone’s noses. One of these dragons goes by Aethos, and that dragon managed to convince Beryl that she could see her love again. But it ended horribly, with the pearlcatcher left stumbling away from the catacombs with whispers in her ears and tears in her eyes. She isn’t the same, now. She is more withdrawn than ever, especially when it comes time to add another layer to her pearl. She effectively shuts herself away when the burning black acid drips out of her mouth to cover her most precious object. The opalescent sheen stays despite every new dark layer, but she swears she can see movement inside her pearl that only gets more pronounced the more gets added to it.

So she hides, determined to keep her secrets. She keeps sculpting and making her familiar trade her artwork away, for less and less every time. Fawn is worried, but there’s already too much on her plate to worry about a supposed introvert. Beryl should sort herself out soon, right?

Bio made with a template from @Mibella, find cool ones here!.

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Orpheus To His Wife wrote:

I would be lost without you here,
My love, my one, my true.
Of all the stars within my sky,
None shine as bright as you.

Through warmth of summer, leaves of gold.
The only hand I'll ever hold.
My dearest love, no matter what,
I'll follow where you go.
I'll follow where you go.

Never will we be apart,
My love, my one, my true.
If you were ever to leave my arms,
My soul would tear in two.

Through warmth of summer, leaves of gold.
The only hand I'll ever hold.
My dearest love, no matter what,
I'll follow where you go.
I'll follow where you go.

Art by bothriolepis!

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