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Alloy

(#23779349)

Shade Mama

Healer

Glamourtail Hopper

Energy: 17/50

Personal Style

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Skin

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Physical Attributes

Battle Stats

Measurements

Length

24.65 m

Wingspan

17 m

Weight

7471.73 kg

Genetics

Sand
Vipera

Shadow
Peregrine

Shadow
Thylacine

Hatchday

May 19, 2016
(7 years)

Breed

Adult
Imperial

Eye Type

Earth
Dark

Level 1 Imperial

EXP: 0 / 245

STR

AGI

DEF

QCK

INT

VIT

MND

Lineage

Parents

Kuil
Yvette

Offspring

none

Biography

ALLOY
|| Egg Collector || Shade Mom ||
"Alloy - To reduce by admixture, as of good with evil..."

I.
The little Guardian stirred on the floor. Two voices drifted over her head.
“…not afraid of being reinfected?”
“If it happens, it happens. I have greater duties than to fear. Do you ask the warriors if they think of death every time they enter the battlefield? No, they don’t, because it’s always with them.”
Pain shot shining lances through the hatchling’s skull. Her muscles seized. She let out a reedy howl, but it softened at once as she was scooped up into Alloy’s arms. The Imperial hummed and soothed her.
The curious visitor cringed away. “Hm.”
Alloy’s smile brightened, though it was directed down at the hatchling. “Let me put it a different way. If this hatchling was sick with a fever, wouldn’t you take care of her?”
The visitor uneasily eyed the young one—her wings oozed black, her jaw half-open. He surreptitiously adjusted his face mask. There was no way for Alloy to see him do it, but he knew she knew.
Just as she must know that he found her attractive, or else he never would have come here.
She must not have cared. He could tell the interview was over. Alloy was rocking the hatchling gently on her knees.
“Sick,” she whispered, nuzzling the Guardian’s neck. “They’re just sick.”
II.
Dragons live in cold fear of being infected by one of two things—the Wyrmwound Plague, which rots wings, or the Shade, which rots minds. Both are highly contagious and poorly understood.
Taken that way—in the present, cooking for “her” lively children, reading to them, mending, making beds—Alloy is able to forgive her old clan. Forgive the exile and abandonment. That makes sense, and Alloy admires things that make sense.
But whenever she relives it, it’s harder to forgive.

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III.
The memories before the Shade are sparse and distant, like glass vases behind a shop window. Pretty, bright, but unobtainable. There were siblings, parents, and feasts, laughter and merriment. Warmth. Sometimes she wonders, idly, if she were a noble.
She’ll never know. Those memories drop away into black.
The Shade was a harsh disease—always shifting, melting finding new ways into her mind. For a long time, everything was a shrieking horror. Trees were monsters, insects demons. Something as simple as a change of the light could kill her. Fear and hatred replaced her personality.
She remembers slowly coming out of that circus of shadows and realizing she was alone. She wasn’t sure how long. Her throat burned with thirst, and her body was stippled with claw marks. Her own, probably.
Rain. Mud. Puddles overflowing. No one around—some grassy, empty place where others didn’t go. The Shade retreated for a breath, almost as if it wanted to watch her struggle.
Struggle she did. The waters rose and turned black as night fell. She grasped reeds in small paws, hauling herself up a knoll. She looked up, thinking to cry out. Maybe someone else was watching besides the dark.
The moon shone improbably through the storm clouds, looking down upon her with benevolent radiance. Far away from this earth, it was pure, whole, full and white. It became a need—if she could reach that holy light, the dark would go away and leave her.
She pressed onward, panting, struggling, always upward, drinking in the light. And the Shade struck back at her, tightening around her like thousands of iron chains, like a fist. Her body throbbed with agony as if it would split in two, but she knew if that happened she would disappear and the Shade would take her body.
With the moon in her gaze, she fought back. She howled, screeched, thrashed, took her tail in her mouth and bit it. She shouted up at the moon help! Help me!.
And suddenly, the world blackened.
She sank to her knees, heartbroken. That’s it. It’s all over.
She lifted her eyes to curse the moon for not helping her.
But in place of its pale light was a silver-purple disc. She scrambled back, fearful that the Shade had taken it over, too.
But no. The whole world was black, except for vibrant splashes of shining silver and dusky violet. The rain hissed down steadily.
Then the darkness spoke, hollowly and far away: We know when we are beaten, mistress. You and I are one now.
She tested her paws. Her wings. Everything worked and was her own again.
She looked up to the silver-purple moon and whispered Thank you.

^Friend

^{Best Friend}

^Step-son

^{Pet Fish}

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IV.
Many still fear her. Deep down, she knows they’re right to.
The attacks only come on late at night, after every hatchling is sleeping as deeply as they can. She shakes uncontrollably in her back room, alone, sometimes driving her talons into her paws. Looking at the moon helps a little, most of the time.
During the day, though, she can keep her clinic warm and bright, so homey that most don’t realize it’s a clinic until well after they’re grown. Flowers—a rainbow of them, though she can 'see' only silver and purple—adorn the ceiling and window sill. The shade-touched eggs line the central mantle in plain sight.
It’s nothing to be ashamed or afraid of, she says with passion and conviction, her voice lacking the deep note of true belief. Best to content herself with this life. It’s better than she ever imagined after the Shade.
Best to teach the hatchlings, teach them both how to read and how to wage a fierce internal battle.
She’ll never be mama, but maybe shade-mama is good enough.

Bio by Caelyn

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