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Personal Style
Apparel
Skin
Scene
Measurements
Length
3.28 m
Wingspan
1.75 m
Weight
84.78 kg
Genetics
Obsidian
Cherub
Cherub
Shadow
Butterfly
Butterfly
Midnight
Glimmer
Glimmer
Hatchday
Breed
Eye Type
Level 5 Spiral
EXP: 19 / 5545
STR
21
AGI
9
DEF
5
QCK
14
INT
6
VIT
6
MND
6
Biography
OBSCURA
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Obscura had always been as her name implied, obscure, an enigma, some dragons residing within this city never even glimpsing her in their entire residency within the white, sparkling walls. A master of illusion and disguise, the dark spiral is able to channel magic deep from within the recesses of her soul, blinding, stunning mana so strong it is able to alter and manipulate things around her, breathing life into inanimate objects in an albeit twisted way, able to shroud herself and others in thick, heavy mist, an invisible smokescreen to all outside that lets them evade the eyes of their leering, adamant enemies. This is not without cost, however, for such a power is never without consequence. Her form unstable, blood as dark as the night drips and oozes through pores and cracks that once belonged to glistening silver scales, a thin layer of membrane beneath molting skin that reveals her rotten, seeping insides. Most dare not approach, should they even see her at all, and only does the tactile and gentle spiral known as Loki stay by her side, smiling through and through. They had been through a lot, those two, back when they dared to call the tangled wood home. A clan that felt it needed to dictate every breath that they took, a fate neither of them would have wanted, but when the wind was at it's fiercest, when the rain pelted in bullets and stung, they had stumbled upon this burrow and cried out for help. The inhabitants had taken care of them, good food and clean water, but it was not all that it seemed. They could not leave. A simple day turned into months, almost a year had gone by since that dreadful night, waiting, hoping that one day they would escape. And when Loki knew that opportunity would never meet them anymore, he took matters into his own hands. He, by nature, had been docile, gentle, would never hurt a fly, some would say. Strange at times, sure, but never viciously cruel. What Obscura had seen was not that Loki, the way his eyes narrowed to anguished slits, the teeth baring next to pale, bleeding gums, the tense coil he had curled into as his fangs sunk deep within another's neck. Obscura does not forget, though through their shared bloodshed they fled, frightened, troubled, needing a new refuge, and when Rhaegal found them both cowering in the dark they hissed and screamed, not wanting a repeat of their struggles, their ghosts to rise again, but he was... different, and slowly they accepted that life within these walls was perhaps their best - and only - option. They would fight to keep it that way. She waits upon the rooftops and closes her eyes, listening to the way the breeze would quietly hum, the feel of the air against her skin, trembling somewhat under the sensation. He would arrive then, usually tired and drained, though he always would smile and curl up by her side as she draped one oozing wing over his frame so lazily. He never answers as to what bothers him so, though she trusts him enough to speak should it worsen, to where he would crack, and talk in those hushed tones again back when they had been trapped, holding her in his arms and rocking her so gently, as to calm her down in the night when the silence was almost sickening. Loki had taken good care of her then, and she would return the favor now, night after night when he looked so lifeless she would curl and nuzzle and hold him close and give him life, and the two would lay there under the stars and feel the gifts that freedom brought upon their skin and in their soul. Come morning they would be gone, into the shadows once more, though if you knew where to look, one would find them, inseparable to the end. |
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