PalusHiemalis' dragon Antigony

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Measurements

Length

1.2 m

Wingspan

0.77 m

Weight

2.56 kg

Genetics

Eldritch
Crystal

Oilslick
Facet

Rust
Firebreather

Hatchday

Jun 08, 2016
(8 years)

Breed

Adult
Fae

Eye Type

Earth
Swirl

Level 1 Fae

EXP: 0 / 245

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Lineage

Parents

Silas
Pozhar

Offspring

Biography

A N T I G O N Y
Shade doctor

Antigony, or Anti, or Aunty Antigony as she insists you call her as she hands you a tray of pebbles and tells you they're freshly baked, is a shade doctor and also, mad. Whilst her methods are unorthodox, they work with relatively few hitches when considering the process. She spends most of her time talking to the moths in her room or reciting poetry to herself. It's unwise to get caught being recounted an anecdote by her, as you'll be caught for hours. It will be draining, but fascinating.

Long ago she claims she was classically trained in Astronomy, Math, Potion making, Divination, Alchemy and the forbidden arts of Botany, and it still shows. Her wits are keen, twisted calculations are sprawled across the walls of her lair, she sometimes gives arithmetic lessons to Lassuarium as she is the only one patient enough to bear her wittering. The hatchlings have to grin and bear it.
She gave it up after spending a night too many gazing straight into the Arcane energies of the Focal Point. It is said she had to be rescued, as she had been affixed to the ground by a protective casing of black crystal. Some say she cast it herself when she realised she was too far gone, others say it wasn't her doing and that it's dark hue filters all manner of shade. Antigony will redirect the conversation back to rare species of pondweed if asked.

"Why, yes, I trained way out in a remote part of what they now call the Harpy's Roost." Anti pauses to prod at her concoction, "It was called something different back then, but I don't recall.
This was pioneering alchemy that called for wild and beguiling magicks..."
She drops in a fistful of feathers that sizzle to a crisp upon touching the surface of the molten brew, her beady eyes narrow down on the developing skin of the potion before she wriggles the blackened wooden spoon to test for viscosity.
The mother dragon in front of her curls her tail about her hatchling, in her paws a single egg covered in something dark and sticky. They daren't speak, all there is to hear is the pop and gurgle of the cauldron and the huff of enchanted bellows beneath it.
"What was I saying again? Blood moon dust? Rat's milk? Something about alchemy, perchance? Was that it? Well, it's all nonsense, all of it.
I've looked under every magical rock in Sornieth before I looked up, I took training in the Arcane Isles, upon the Focal Point, and when I looked up I saw not the stars, but the important things!" She digs at the spoon no firmly rooted in the cauldron, "Yes, the wretched black curlicews of the shade. The shade alone is the root of our woes, it hides in your ears and tangles up your mane at night, it takes a nap between your toe-pads and you wake up entirely made of crystal!" She tries to wildly gesture with the spoon but almost falls in due to the solidification that has taken hold of the spoon. She has a brief burst of cackling before collecting herself.
The mother dragon was recommended this odd witch from a reputable source, but she was beginning to wonder if she'd just wandered in on a crazy old dragon making her dinner.
"Hand me the ingredient-- I mean, err, the egg. The egg." She says.
The mother reluctantly hands the tiny Fae her poor shade-touched egg, Antigony embraces it and flutters her frills against the shell, she kisses it tenderly.
"Poor wee babe, we'll soon have you right." She shoves the egg into the stodgy sludge, much to the Mother's horror.
It sinks into the mass and it changes its consistency almost immediately to something ashy and pale; there is a low hissing noise as Antigony flits up to open a tiny window to open it, a gush of black tears through the room and into the outside. The hissing rises to a crescendo before stopping, the candles flicker for a moment and then settle.
Antigony jumps into her dusty, grey cauldron and stands inside with the newly purified egg held above her head.
The mother begins to weep as she cradles her egg to her breast.
"Now, my payment..."
The mother dragon sticks her paws in her pouch before taking out what was requested of her; a handful of dead moths and a pair of spectacles for the short-sighted.
"Ahahahaha, perfect." She says, taking her payment and pouring it all into a jar. "I'm always losing these."
The mother ushers out her hatchling with a quiet thank you, leaving before asking whether she meant the moths or the spectacles.

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