Prophet
(#19684799)
A strange way to live, your first memory being your last
Watcher
Masked Phantom
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Energy: 49
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50
This dragon’s natural inborn element is Water.
Female Guardian
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Personal Style
Apparel
Skin
Effect
Scene
Measurements
Length
16.18 m
Wingspan
19.44 m
Weight
7610.84 kg
Genetics
Blue
Cherub
Cherub
Lavender
Toxin
Toxin
Purple
Glimmer
Glimmer
Hatchday
Breed
Eye Type
Level 1 Guardian
EXP: 0 / 245
STR
7
AGI
8
DEF
6
QCK
8
INT
5
VIT
6
MND
5
Biography
   
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Jimirai
"It's a strange way to live, with your first memory being your last." Soothsayer Always truthful, she doesn't tell others what they want to hear, she tells them what they need to hear. She "sees" the many paths a dragon could choose or could have chosen, just from looking at them and their surroundings, she also describes life as a forest...an odd belief for a water dragon, she states that every dragon is a tree in the forest of life and that each branch of a tree is a choice, some ending shorter than others, she says that Fate tries to help each dragon down the right path and if they choose the wrong one, no one else can be held accountable. Prophet always speaks in riddles and mysteries, preferring to give a dragon just enough information to help them, but not enough to make the answer clear. At first, it was blinding, everything was blue and gleaming and yellow and bright. When she closed her eyes, shutting out the light, it was far worse. Everything is black and red and dark, her surroundings blurry and shrouded in fog that rolls like waves of tar. Something is holding her down, sharp and insistent, warm and sticky. A stench fills the air around her like a thick miasma, hot and stinking of rot. Stagnant and cloying. Foul and terrifying. She tries to shrink away, but she is rooted to the spot, the pain in her shoulder intensifying as the strange form looms over her. Four malevolent red eyes are the only thing to pierce the inky darkness, and a voice cackles, the harsh sound laced with malice. "This is what you saw? Isn't it, Prophet?" Terrified, her eyes fly open, she is safe, back on the beach, in the blinding sunlight. She whimpers pitifully and wings wrap around her soothingly as she cries into the azure scales. ~*~*~*~ "Come on Jimirai! It'll be fun!" The little guardian shakes her head, closing her eyes. If she goes fishing with her brother he could get poisoning from some bad fish, or get attacked by a shark, or he might have a...or he may...or...or...or...She screams. "There's too many!" "Too many what? You're scaring me." "Possibilities! Too many...there's too many...I can't...can't...I'm going to die...a monster is going to kill me and laugh...die and laugh...die and laugh...I can't there too many...I can't stop it." "Jimirai? Jimirai! Calm down! MOM! It's happening again." "No...I can't! I can't!" She feels her mind slipping, falling away to that land of horrifying darkness...but a voice calls her back, soft and sweet, lilting in a beautiful song. "I am here now I will shield you from the rain Nothing can hurt you anymore Do not fear now That which always seems to pour And all that brings you pain Cannot hurt you Let the sun shine bright upon your face Let your eyes turn t'wards the rising dawn I will always be here To take your place Do not fear For I will never be gone." The little Guardian sobs quietly, curled up in her mother's wings, while her brother looks on, worried and frightened. He approaches slowly, joining Jimirai in the Mirror's protective embrace. "I'm sorry..." "S'okay." She replies, curled up on hersel, sniffling. "I wish I was normal..." "Who says you're not normal?" "I dunno...the others..." "Well they're all stupid." "Sig! Language!" The mirror scolds, looking down at the two guardian's wrapped in her embrace, the two of the would soon be too big for tender moments like this, she is already straining to keep her wings around Signoli, it's only a matter of time before her youngest daughter follows suit. "Sorry ma." The male replies, chastised for the moment. "But seriously Ji, you're the best sister anyone could ask for, I wouldn't trade you for anyone, normal or not." "Thanks Sig." She hugs him, and an image flashes through her young mind, her brother, fully grown, with broad shoulders and strong wings, lying on the beach. Broken. The sand stained red. She represses a scream, grip tightening around the larger dragon. It's just your paranoia kicking in again...nothing bad will ever happen, you need to stop worrying all the time. Just live your life and be normal. ~*~*~*~ Everything is blurry, like being viewed through a heat ripple, but she can make up the figure before her well enough. A massive imperial, resplendent in all her bejeweled glory. The silks and satins she wear float about her like a magnificent halo, and her claws glow in the dim underwater light. The inner walls of the chamber shine and gleam like a seashell polished to perfection, refracting the tiny specks of light and sending them tumbling about the room. Leaning down, the imperial begins to speak, her voice a low, soothing register. "I'm going to ask you a few questions, is that alright?" Jimirai looks around, but her mother isn't with her. "O-ok..." "What's the first thing you can remember." "It was dark...and someone...something was looming over me, with red eyes. They told me, 'is this what you saw, Prophet.' Then...I felt something sharp against my throat and...everything was black again...just a void...nothing left...I was, am gone. Gone forever." The imperial just smiles comfortingly. "It's alright darling. You haven't gone anywhere, you've just had what we call a Premortem Premonition." "What's that?" "There's no way to put this simply dear but...you've had a vision of your own death." Jimirai gasps, sitting bolt upright among her sleeping siblings. It was just a dream. Nothing more. Slowly she settles back down, but she can't sleep, a small part in the back of her mind keeping her awake, whispering traitorous thoughts. What if...it wasn't just a dream? ~*~*~*~ "Jimirai, we're going on a little adventure today. Is that alright my little Hermit Crab?" "Mom I'm not a baby anymore, you don't need to coddle me." She towers over her mother now, nearly twice the size of the small blue Mirror. "Well you're still my baby, and I'm going to coddle you until you leave to find your charge." Jimirai rolls her eyes but follows along anyways as blinding visions flash past her, she squeezes her eyes shut, no, not today. She breathes deeply and opens her eyes, suddenly underwater, her mother swimming in front of her, diving deeper and deeper. She pauses in her descent. Shaking her head as roughly as she can while underwater she then puts on a burst of speed to catch up. “Where are we going?” She watches as a fiercely fanged Viperfish swims past, staring at her with a single cold, dead eye. “We’re getting pretty deep.” “The Spiral Keep.” Jimirai opens her mouth to respond, but her mouth just hangs loose as the Keep itself seems to loom out of the darkness like some unfathomable large crab or snail. No, definitely a crab, snails aren’t scary enough. Her mouth snaps shut and she swallows roughly again having to catch up with her mother. Two massive Guardians with long braided beards nod at them as they enter, cobalt armor gleaming as bright as their blue eyes, large tridents at their sides. Jimirai winces as her eyes meet those of the first guard, then she shuts her eyes tightly. Behind her eyelids dance colours and emotions, she sees the two guards out of uniform, their beards shot through with silver as they watch a young fae walk away, bag slung across his back, waving and blowing kisses. Suddenly they are in a beautiful cove, in uniform and wrinkleless. “Our secret.” Whispers the green guardian to the red, stealing kisses under the bioluminescent mosslight. She sees the red one again outside a room, following as he enters with trident raised, the green guardian’s blood staining the water. She sees the green again, alive, walking along the tsunami flats and finding an egg all alone. “Are you alright?” A voice cuts through the reverie, the red. Confused, Jimirai nods, not trusting her mouth to make the right sounds. She rushes inside, not wanted to deal with any follow-up questions. The halls are long and coiling, with many doors leading to rooms of various sizes. Her mother leads her deeper down until they reach a door with a pink pearl equal parts massive and beautiful set in the center. “I’ll wait outside.” Her mother quickly murmurs, taking one of the nearby chairs. “For what?” “Just go in Jimirai. We can talk after.” “Fine.” She knocks once, and a sonorous voice replies. “Come in.” Tentatively pushing the door open she takes in the room, and it’s resident, both seem strangely familiar. “Ah, Jimirai, I’ve been expecting you.” “You’re a seer.” “Your mother made an appointment with my secretary.” The Imperial replies, arranging various writing utensils on her elegantly carved desk. “But yes, I am.” “Oh...” Mildly embarrassed to have not realized that particular fact, she instead decides to inspect her claws, and the room, rather than look the other dragon in the eyes. “I’ve been here before.” She suddenly realizes. “Have you?” “Yes, you asked me: what is the first thing you can remember.” “And you tell me that the first thing you remember is dying. And I tell you that you’ve had a premortem premonition. Yes, that was supposed to be today, but since we’ve already been over that particular detail why don’t we move onto the future instead of lingering in the now.” “The future?” “Yes you’re a seer, let’s move on now, I have much to teach and I see at least twenty futures in which one or both of us are dead tomorrow.” “A seer? But I can’t be a seer, there’s never been a seer in my family!” “No? Hmm. Well magic works in mysterious ways.” She leans in to inspect Jimirai more closely. “Where are you from darling? No wait, don’t answer that, you tell me tomorrow. Southernmost side of the Tsunami Flats. You’re right that is odd, the magic there is very faint so it would have to be passed through blood rather than simply the magic in nesting sights. Were there any odd circumstances surrounding your hatching? Ah, a blue moon that would do it wouldn’t it. Your brother isn’t a seer too, personally I think that’s the strangest part, if it was the blue moon tha-“ “You were way calmer the last time we talked.” “That must not have been a very likely vision then, which seems odd based on how powerful you are. Born seeing the last moment of your life and tormented by visions throughout your childhood. How many futures do you see on average?” “Usually they don’t stop coming until I’m inturrupted.” “Fascinating, but there is no order to them. Well we’ll have to teach you to control them, we can’t have you going insane or anything.” “Thanks for the vote of confidence...you know, you never actually told me your name.” “Oh. Sorry, it’s kind of pointless to introduce yourself to other seers so I tend to forget.” “Your name is Maveritae.” “Exactly.” |
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