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Soul

(#19780798)

Level 1 Tundra

Familiar

Dire Hyena

Energy: 0/50

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Measurements

Length

3.63 m

Wingspan

3.93 m

Weight

234.01 kg

Genetics

Black
Crystal

Black
Facet

Maize
Ghost

Hatchday

Jan 01, 2016
(8 years)

Breed

Adult
Tundra

Eye Type

Plague
Common

Level 1 Tundra

EXP: 0 / 245

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Biography

[Art by the amazing chocoapple]

Rank: Medium
Role: Pyre builder/resident ghost

They do say every good Lair is haunted, and Soul is here to make sure Ad Astra Clan is no exception.
Soul is a ghost. He was once alive, and now, obviously, he is dead. But he wasn't exalted, he was killed, and no one performed funeral rites for him, and so he has been left in a permanent limbo of existence for hundreds of years.
All that remains of his body is his skull, which until recently he kept in a bag slung over his (admittedly non corporeal) shoulder. These days, he perches it atop his body where his head would be, and thoroughly enjoys the disconcerted expressions of his friends. It has taken him a lot of effort and failure to be able to will himself into affecting the world around him; at first he could touch almost nothing, his paws sliding through, but now he builds pyres and performs funeral rites for deceased dragons, hoping to spare them his own fate. Being able to wear his own skull was an unexpected but hilarious side effect.

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Soul wandered the harsh desert of the Shifting Expanse for years, drifting and barely conscious but unable to move on, until he found himself near a cavern he had known in his lifetime. Then, it had been silent, secluded; the perfect place to fade out of this miserable half-life.

Unfortunately, since his time, a whole herd of dragons had moved in, expanding and tunnelling and festooning the place with bright coloured lights. Soul was overwhelmed and confused by the new bustle of activity.

He hadn't wanted to stay, and was on his way out of the entrance when he was calmly greeted by Thistle- and realised that she could see him, somehow.
"Where are you going, young dragon?" she asked him, and he had felt like any of his stumbling answers would never be the right one.
"No-nowhere?" he tried instead, barely recalling how to speak Common Dragon, and she merely nodded.
"I didn't think so. Your chambers are over this way."
It had been...nice...to be spoken to again. Like he was real. So he had followed her meekly back through the winding labyrinth of tunnels, ducking his head occasionally in reply as several dragons noticed him and greeted him enthusiastically.
"They can see me?"
"Some can. Some will take a while to notice you."
"Oh."
She had left him with his chambers; a neat and soft bed in one corner, a shelf for possessions, not that he had any, and a bright string of rainbow glass lantern lights slung across the walls cheerfully. He liked those, liked how they scattered shards of colour onto the floor. He didn't need the bed, but he appreciated it.
Maybe he could stay a while.

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