Arrakis' dragon Mythos

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Length

2.14 m

Wingspan

1.99 m

Weight

55.49 kg

Genetics

Obsidian
Jupiter

Obsidian
Current

Maize
Smoke

Hatchday

Feb 29, 2016
(8 years)

Breed

Adult
Spiral

Eye Type

Light
Unusual

Level 10 Spiral

EXP: 1419 / 27676

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none

Biography

mythophobia
Oudenophobia

Fear of Lies/mythology
mythophobia

VOICELESS | HOLLOW | EMPTY

A dragon egg laid outside the territory of the eleven elemental gods will not hatch: without their magic, the soul never knits to a body and the embryo inside withers and dies. Without an anchor, the little waiting spark of Mind that might one day have become a person slips away through the cracks in reality. Most are eaten by the pneumavores that lurk in the hungry Void outside, but a few--lucky or clever or both--survive and grow up to become predators themselves. Shade-touched, these lost souls lurk in the dreams and nightmares of dragonkind, feeding on their fears and growing fat.

The largest of them are the Greater Horrors, dream-beasts without an identity beyond their Names--the specific terror they draw strength from. Most horrors are little more than beasts, unconscious and unaware of the minds around them, though they ably ape the manner and speech of dragons they meet while dreaming. The larger they are, the more they resemble thinking beings, though the veneer of intelligence lies only skin-deep over a terrible animal cunning. Sleeping dragons caught and seduced by a wandering horror might never wake again, trapped beyond saving in their own nightmares--or worse, awaken possessed, without dreams or mind or reasoning of their own.

Terrifying as they might be, horrors dissolve if they can be lured into the waking world. Without flesh or consciousness, they hold no constant shape and melt away like fog in the sunlight. A very few, though, have that vital spark of self-regard that can blossom into true sapience with the right encouragement. These rare horrors are a match for any dragon in intellect and can survive outside the dream-world, but they're often socially crippled and terribly, terribly lonely.

Made of nightmare-stuff woven together, a horror in its native shape is a serpentine nightmare of tendrils and eyes and teeth. Able mimics, they can adopt any form they choose, though never so convincingly as to fool anyone: their telltale coloration can't be disguised, nor can the innumerable tiny tentacles making up their corporeal forms. Neither do many bother to hide their unnatural fangs; given their preference to resemble more anguine breeds of dragons, this often leads to distressingly toothy faes and coatls with maws of razors.

While an individual horror might favor the traits of one sex or another--or neither, or both--they are by nature sexless creatures. Within their native realm, they only "mate" to share memories and substance one with another, and reinforce social bonds. New horrors are formed by fission from an existing horror whose Name has grown too large, or when a recently lost soul becomes large enough to take on a Name of its own. In the waking world, embodied horrors can combine their substance to produce offspring with traits of both parents, though the process only has the vaguest resemblance to ordinary draconic mating. With the proper flesh-shaping magic from plague or nature, horrors can even interbreed with dragons, producing horrorkin that are equally comfortable in the dream or the waking.

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Lies are ever propagating, to tell one lie leads to another in support and another in support of that. This positive feedback cycle has lead to the corruption and untimely end of many a sentient being. This loop may only be brought to an end by the truth. Fear of Lies feeds off these pathological liars and their never-ending web of myths. Unfortunately for this Horror the lair they have meandered into is savvy to their ways and has ways of combatting them.
Fade is endlessly entertained by the small Horror who has yet to decide on a more permanent form.

"Three things cannot remain long hidden:
The Sun
The Moon
The Truth"

The Void is a living void … pulsating in endless rhythms of creation and destruction. The great Void does not exist as Void, it embraces all Being/non-Being

Profile, bio, and subspecies by Plagueheart#10631.

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