Peccato
(#22172109)
Level 1 Coatl
Familiar
Masked Harpy
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Energy: 49/50
This dragon’s natural inborn element is Light.
Female Coatl
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Personal Style
Apparel
Skin
Scene
Measurements
Length
7.31 m
Wingspan
8.16 m
Weight
732.49 kg
Genetics
Black
Ripple
Ripple
Charcoal
Current
Current
White
Smoke
Smoke
Hatchday
Breed
Eye Type
Level 1 Coatl
EXP: 0 / 245
STR
6
AGI
7
DEF
6
QCK
7
INT
7
VIT
5
MND
6
Biography
She/He/They/It
Peccatophobia - Fear of Sin
Wrathful | Self-loathing | Cold
An egg laid outside the territory of the eleven elemental gods will not hatch: without their magic, soul never knits to 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.
. o ° O ° o .
Prologue
"I was never meant to be born. I was supposed to merely rot away after my egg rolled off to a horrid, godless place. The emotion this makes me feel... I believe dragonkind calls it 'anger'."
When she awoke for the first time, Peccato sensed that something was wrong. She stared into the void that she lived in, seeing nothing but beasts like herself. The massive, tentacled monsters cared not for Peccato. After all, they had better things to do. Though she wasn't sentient at the time, something in her subconscious told her that she was dead before her life even began.
The first few weeks of her existence were spent feeling empty. Hungry. She didn't understand this feeling, but her instincts told her that it was time to feast. Peccato wandered around the void until she found something odd. She inspected it, not quite knowing what to do. She did know one thing, though—it looked like something she could eat. What she had found was a dream, and a great one at that. She met the dreamer, who looked awfully scared.
"Who are you? What are you? Stay back!" The dragon held up a sword that she was carrying, ready to attack. Peccato didn't understand, so she of course couldn't respond. She crept closer to the dragon, opening her needle-filled maw.
"Get away from me!" The dragon slashed at Peccato with her sword, severing some of her tightly-woven tentacles from her body. Peccato recoiled, but soon struck back out of blind rage. She tackled the dragon, knocking her sword out of her paws. Peccato let out a terrible screech after doing this, and was about to devour her while she was still down. Instead, however, she paused. She felt as though this dragon was strong and intimidating. Peccato didn't understand why, but this seemed like something desirable. She wriggled into the body of the dragon, effectively possessing them. The dragon could barely fight for control as her own mind slipped away from her, being replaced with the parasite that was Peccato. This new form that Peccato took control of felt comfortable, but she felt something inside of her that she didn't quite understand.
That feeling... It was sentience.
Sentience
It was strange. Peccato could feel emotions, but she didn't know what to do with them. She didn't have the words to label these feelings, either. What she did know was that she was bored. There wasn't a lot of things to do in the void she lived in. She often swung the sword that her body still carried while wandering around. There was an odd spark inside her when she did this... At first it was joy, but it soon transformed into pride. She could do many skillful things with the sword, and Peccato was impressed with herself.
Not long after these self-taught sword lessons, she found another dragon wandering in the void. She wanted to have some fun with this dragon. She approached delicately, quietly taking out her sword. When the dragon wasn't paying attention, Peccato stabbed the dragon in the leg. The dragon let out a whimper, then immediately turned around and shot a magic spell at Peccato. Surprised, Peccato was hit and brought to the ground.
"That's a rude way to introduce yourself. I'm going to need bandages now..."
As Ebony bled into the void, Peccato stared at it curiously. She had never seen that color before, but she liked it for some reason. She wanted to see more of that color, but Ebony shoved her back to the ground.
"Stop that. That's no way to treat your summoner."
Peccato was confused. Not only did Peccato not yet know how to speak, she was also pretty naïve when it came to dragons. The most she could do was let out a confused whir.
"Oh, right, I should've known that you can't speak yet. I'll deal with that later. What's important now is that I found a mostly sentient beast of your kind."
Ebony's paws flared up in a pink color. He grabbed Peccato's paws, then closed his eyes. Just like that, they were back in the land of the living. As a matter of fact, they were in Ebony's den.
"Welcome to the land of the living. Now, I need to get bandages for my stab wound. Here, give me that."
Ebony took Peccato's sword. She let out a disappointed whir, then tried to grab it back. Ebony hoisted it into the air.
"No. You'll get this back when you learn to not stab others."
Ebony left his den and locked the entrance. After a short walk, he entered Hickory's den. She was the leader of the clan.
"Excuse me, miss Hickory. Do you happen to have any bandages?" He turned a little so she could see his leg.
"Woah, Ebony! What happened?" She stared at the wound, wondering who or what could've done this to him. Hickory took bandages out of their hoard not soon after.
"Well, I was practicing a new kind of necromancy." He said this quite matter-of-factly, as he was used to this kind of exchange by now.
Hickory wrapped up his legs. "Did you get bitten by a zombie or something?"
How could Ebony explain what he just did? " Not exactly. I brought a creature who never got the chance to live back to life. "
"What!? Ebony, you gotta tell me before you do these things. I know you're a skilled magic-user, but you sometimes worry our denmates."
"I know... Do you want to see the creature? It looks just like a Coatl, but I assure you that it's not."
Hickory shrugged. "Sure. You've already summoned it, so I think it's wise for me to see it."
"Come along, then."
Ebony and Hickory went back to see Peccato. When they entered, Peccato was staring at Ebony's Loga, utterly fascinated by its colors. The Loga just seemed uncomfortable.
"Here they are." Ebony closed the entrance once again.
Hickory took a few steps toward Peccato. " Um, hello! What's your name? " Peccato turned her attention towards Hickory. She didn't know how to speak, but a word came to her mind when asked this question. It was the most important word she could know—her name. Her very identity. Without it, she would still feel like the lost soul she once was.
"Peccato." She sounded the word out. She felt oddly satisfied as she said that.
"Oh, they spoke! I guess their name is Peccato." Ebony looked at Peccato with interest.
"Well, Peccato, I'm Hickory. I'm sure you already know Ebony here," she motioned to Ebony.
Peccato's gaze left Hickory and returned to her sword. She remembered the sound of the word that was associated with it.
"...Sword?" Her tail wagged a bit, hoping to get it back.
"No, Not yet. You're making great progress, but you still need to learn some morals." Ebony held the sword tighter, just in case Peccato tried to take it back again.
Peccato decided that she did not like this 'no' word. She pouted.
"I guess that explains the sword and the stab wound. Are you sure she's safe to keep around?" Hickory asked, concerned.
"Oh, she's not safe at all yet. I've been studying this species. You see, these guys like to eat the nightmares of all dragons. They feed off of them. Normally, this species can only mimic what a dragon looks like. They can pretend to be sentient, but they aren't. But you see, Hickory, those ones can't come into the land of the living, at least not for long. Only those who are living off of another and have gained sentience can." Ebony glanced at Peccato.
"So does that mean that this thing actually possessed another dragon?" Hickory was starting to dislike the idea of having Peccato around.
"Yes, I believe so. They are very clueless at first, however, because they can't practice mimicking dragons where they come from. They will eventually be able to recall the memories of their host, but their host is definitely not getting their body back. Consider them dead."
"...This kinda sounds like raising a child, only more dangerous."
"Yes, I suppose that's an accurate description."
"Well... just make sure to keep them with you until they're safe to be in public, alright?" Hickory went towards the entrance of Ebony's den, and Ebony opened it for her. When she left, he closed it again. Afterward, he spun around and faced Peccato.
"Peccato... I'm going to give you the gift of life that was taken from you. I promise you this."
Epilogue
And give life he did. Ebony started teaching Peccato how to speak, which became increasingly easier as they started to recall the memories of their host body. She gained her own personality, but with that came a cost. She has horrible feelings of self-loathing because she's starting to learn how to feel guilt and sadness. She feels guilty for taking her host's body, and sad because she feels like a monster. She did keep one trait from her host's body, though—their strength. When Ebony gave Peccato her sword back, she finally felt happy. It makes her feel less guilty because she is honoring her host's hobby, which was sword-fightning. Overall, Peccato's personality can be summed up as wrathful, ambitious, blunt, cold, and reserved. She doesn't feel socially awkward around her denmates because they all treat her like a normal dragon now. She grows completely silent around dragons she doesn't know, however. Peccato is still utterly fascinated by colors, with her favorite being red.
"...but maybe I shouldn't be angry. Ebony has taught me many things, and one of them is to not stress about things out of my control."
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