Phobos
(#22215700)
Level 5 Pearlcatcher
Familiar
Autumn Sphinx
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Energy: 43/50
This dragon’s natural inborn element is Plague.
Male Pearlcatcher
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Personal Style
Apparel
Skin
Scene
Measurements
Length
6.62 m
Wingspan
4.91 m
Weight
681.69 kg
Genetics
Obsidian
Cherub
Cherub
Crimson
Facet
Facet
Crimson
Glimmer
Glimmer
Hatchday
Breed
Eye Type
Level 5 Pearlcatcher
EXP: 1246 / 5545
STR
6
AGI
6
DEF
6
QCK
7
INT
7
VIT
6
MND
7
Biography
art by Allocen
headshot by Synsouls
Even before I hatched, I could hear my parents talking. I didn't understand everything they said at first, but I quickly began to recognize certain words and phrases. They referred to their species as “Imperial” and “Pearlcatcher,” though I did not know what that meant at the time. They were excited for my siblings and I to hatch; I could tell that simply from the tone of their voices. Sometimes I could hear fear, too. As species that were meant to hate each other, they feared that their children would not be accepted by either group. Perhaps they should have been worrying about something else.
When I hatched, the first thing I saw was red. Blood covered my eggshell and the ground around me. Two bodies lay a few feet away, deathly still and marked by tooth and claw. My parents, I presumed, slain in a final attempt to save their children. The eggs of my siblings lay crushed around me, dashing any hope that they had somehow survived. I was alone. But instinct called, and I had to answer. Like all hatchling Pearlcatchers, I consumed the remains of my eggshell – blood and all. I did not feel as though I had any other choice.
Survival was difficult for a lone hatchling, especially in the midst of plague territory. Plants and insects were scarce, so I was forced to rely on meat. Pearlcatchers are not meant to eat such things, and at first it made me sick. Over time, I learned to tolerate the taste, until I reached the point that I preferred it over anything else. I grew quickly, perhaps spurred on by the extra source of protein. Soon I was large enough to move the bodies of my parents. I buried them close to their original lair, hoping their spirits could find peace.
After I reached maturity, I decided to spend some time traveling. I felt as though something was missing within me, a sort of emptiness. In every territory, I saw the same thing: happy families with no troubles to speak of, hatching their own children with no difficulty whatsoever. What had my family done to deserve such violence? It was unfair, so unfair. Jealousy whirled within me like a hurricane. I wanted them back. I needed them back. It was at this point my interest in necromancy began. Their deaths must have been a mistake. I would bring them back.
I lost track of the time I spent learning the art of dark magic. I successfully raised small animals from the dead, and I felt that surely I could do the same thing for a dragon. My family was calling to me, and I was eager to finally meet them. Their bones were dug up from the ground and I prepared a shrine at the site of the ritual. It required fresh blood, so I used my own. The pain did not bother me, for my excitement outweighed anything else. As it turns out, it overcame my common sense as well. Instead of bringing life to the corpses before me, I felt my own life draining from my body. Life and death mingled and seemed to fuse together until I could not tell one from the other. Then everything went black.
I awoke with a throbbing headache and the essence of death within me. With surprise I noticed that my pearl was no longer an orb, but instead was the shape of a skull. When I got close, I could hear it whispering – not a normal whisper, but the type only a spirit can produce, ethereal and mysterious. I had failed to resurrect my family's bodies, but perhaps their souls had fled into the pearl and warped its surface. I couldn't tell what it was saying, nor if the voice was good or evil. But it was still my pearl, my very essence, so I could not leave it behind. I smoothed over the dirt of my parent's grave and left, never to return.
For a while, I continued traveling. Other dragons seemed to sense the aura of death around me and avoided me like the plague itself. The voice in my pearl was my only companion, so I whispered back to it, shaped it, and gave it my full attention when no one was around. I finally encountered a clan that would accept me, a shadow clan led by an imperial called Ares. To this day I continue the practice of necromancy, for I have come too far to back out now. I tend to take things apart, perhaps a way for my troubled mind to soothe itself. I have found a hobby of sorts in making birdskull apparel; for many, that is their only excuse to associate with me. I don't blame them. I reek of darkness, and evil surrounds me. I am death.
When I hatched, the first thing I saw was red. Blood covered my eggshell and the ground around me. Two bodies lay a few feet away, deathly still and marked by tooth and claw. My parents, I presumed, slain in a final attempt to save their children. The eggs of my siblings lay crushed around me, dashing any hope that they had somehow survived. I was alone. But instinct called, and I had to answer. Like all hatchling Pearlcatchers, I consumed the remains of my eggshell – blood and all. I did not feel as though I had any other choice.
Survival was difficult for a lone hatchling, especially in the midst of plague territory. Plants and insects were scarce, so I was forced to rely on meat. Pearlcatchers are not meant to eat such things, and at first it made me sick. Over time, I learned to tolerate the taste, until I reached the point that I preferred it over anything else. I grew quickly, perhaps spurred on by the extra source of protein. Soon I was large enough to move the bodies of my parents. I buried them close to their original lair, hoping their spirits could find peace.
After I reached maturity, I decided to spend some time traveling. I felt as though something was missing within me, a sort of emptiness. In every territory, I saw the same thing: happy families with no troubles to speak of, hatching their own children with no difficulty whatsoever. What had my family done to deserve such violence? It was unfair, so unfair. Jealousy whirled within me like a hurricane. I wanted them back. I needed them back. It was at this point my interest in necromancy began. Their deaths must have been a mistake. I would bring them back.
I lost track of the time I spent learning the art of dark magic. I successfully raised small animals from the dead, and I felt that surely I could do the same thing for a dragon. My family was calling to me, and I was eager to finally meet them. Their bones were dug up from the ground and I prepared a shrine at the site of the ritual. It required fresh blood, so I used my own. The pain did not bother me, for my excitement outweighed anything else. As it turns out, it overcame my common sense as well. Instead of bringing life to the corpses before me, I felt my own life draining from my body. Life and death mingled and seemed to fuse together until I could not tell one from the other. Then everything went black.
I awoke with a throbbing headache and the essence of death within me. With surprise I noticed that my pearl was no longer an orb, but instead was the shape of a skull. When I got close, I could hear it whispering – not a normal whisper, but the type only a spirit can produce, ethereal and mysterious. I had failed to resurrect my family's bodies, but perhaps their souls had fled into the pearl and warped its surface. I couldn't tell what it was saying, nor if the voice was good or evil. But it was still my pearl, my very essence, so I could not leave it behind. I smoothed over the dirt of my parent's grave and left, never to return.
For a while, I continued traveling. Other dragons seemed to sense the aura of death around me and avoided me like the plague itself. The voice in my pearl was my only companion, so I whispered back to it, shaped it, and gave it my full attention when no one was around. I finally encountered a clan that would accept me, a shadow clan led by an imperial called Ares. To this day I continue the practice of necromancy, for I have come too far to back out now. I tend to take things apart, perhaps a way for my troubled mind to soothe itself. I have found a hobby of sorts in making birdskull apparel; for many, that is their only excuse to associate with me. I don't blame them. I reek of darkness, and evil surrounds me. I am death.
Bio by LunarParadox
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My family is solitude My only friend, temptation From birth, my heart imbued By Death’s damnation “Dark arts,” they call it But to me, it’s hope A chance to remit What Death has groped Lonesome, consumed In thought of returning My parents from doom And be free from this yearning The first time I tried I collapsed in a strife Within, Death collided With my own weary life But now I’ve seen the grave Where my parents lay beyond A thousand attempts I’ve given Death A thousand more I’ll brave A new need in me has dawned To master the calling darkness Before my dying breath |
He was alone Until I arrived I’m barren bone Remainder of a corpse If I’m his essence What is he? He thinks he’s death Wrong and right He is both I’m his death come alive And I’ve got much to say Whisperings from a pearl to its catcher He is alone With no one but me |
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