Zika
(#26136475)
The Night Cleaner - "The Leshen"
Hyena
Wasteland Collector
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Energy: 47/50
This dragon’s natural inborn element is Fire.
Female Imperial
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Personal Style
Apparel
Skin
Scene
Measurements
Length
20.87 m
Wingspan
22.71 m
Weight
7051.44 kg
Genetics
Driftwood
Crystal
Crystal
Oilslick
Facet
Facet
Obsidian
Thylacine
Thylacine
Hatchday
Breed
Eye Type
Level 5 Imperial
EXP: 1008 / 5545
STR
6
AGI
6
DEF
6
QCK
5
INT
8
VIT
8
MND
6
Lineage
Parents
Offspring
- Mort
- Skull
- Decay
- Chupacabra
- Ghost
- Dirge
- Bore
- Shriek
- Rite
- Sans
- Rot
- Rite
- Plague
- Malice
- Jessy
- NinthDoctor
- Barren
- Bane
- Rigor
- Darth
- Maul
- Gemini
- Deadly
- Gemini
- Seven
- Sin
- Pride
- Fear
- Mirt
- Rigor
- Green
- Good
- Red
- Bad
- Mud
- Sin
- Boredom
- Malaria
- Alastair
- Eleri
- Decay
- Pesta
- Broodling
- Imp
- Asu
- Iwa
- Bartos
- Marling
- Nether
- Boots
- Vadik
- Leigh
- Briareus
- Akakia
- Shir
- Eigr
- Moros
- Kilo
- Marvolo
- Tom
- Riddle
- Vaizel
- Psi
- Trinket
- Misha
- Rio
- Berwyn
- Gawain
- Ospen
- Pitch
- Orlina
- Brenda
- Nain
- Ayden
- Fermin
- Aramina
- Kasinda
- Brohl
- Shaderain
- Caelum
- Naos
- Dabas
- Ankhor
- Source
- Scar
- Sydonia
- Abel
- Gauss
- Trifalla
- Misu
- Tatianna
Biography
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xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx♕ Z I K A The Night Cleaner "The Leshen" ╰ ╭  ╰ ╭ 
MAL
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AXA
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URSA
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KNUX
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ABSINTHE
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STENCH
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WYLDE
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SLUDGE
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RUNT
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IDUNA
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NEYA
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MEYMO
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Reek | Moist | Death ╰ bio template by squidragon adapted by Katalist 
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""I swear you're better off dead.""
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Zika is a child of the night. Born before dawn rose, she didn't last long in the Ashfall Waste. In fact, it was as an ash covered bag of bones that she was found by one of Axa's scouts, late at night. She grew up in the swamp, when Axa couldn't bear to sell her. Growing up in the Swamp, she stayed away from the Tribegrounds, preferring to come out and explore while everyone was asleep. One of her favourite things was visiting the jailer and watching the prisoners as they groaned and hissed and spat. The music of their torture made her secretly happy. When the jailer noticed her size, he quickly hired her. On Voltair's scrolls, she's a simple maid. After the market finishes up for the night, she comes in and cleans up the day's mess, swaps the soiled bedlinens left out by the healers with new, clean ones, and mops down the kitchens ready for the morning. Her second job is less.... tame. The hatchery attendants often leave a bundle of rags at the back of the grounds, far from the hatchlings. They don't want to know what happens to the poor things that don't make it to adulthood, but when they return in the morning, the still eggs and hatchlings are gone. What they don't know is how much Zika loves eggs. She also handles the bodies. Patients that never made it through the night, prisoners that gave up, 'accidents' in the labs and torture room, and the unknown deaths. She never questions, just takes. As such, any dragon that stays up past the curfew often sees a creature slowly walking through the marketplace. Her shape warped by the bodies slung over her shoulders, her cart full of mops and rags, a baby's limb hanging over the side. It is safe to say rumours quickly spread through the younger dragons about the leshen with the skull face, especially if she gets close enough. The smell of death was never an easy one to forget. Zika suffers an abusive relationship with Knux, though it's one no one likes to talk about. She often spends her daytime waking hours helping out at the jail with her prisoners. She prepares all the meals for them, with meat she caught just... the...night... before. Of course, the prisoners don't get the nice, young meat. The habitants of the swamp know where to go for that, as well as the mean jerky she prepares with some of the more sinewy meat. But the eggs are and will always be all hers. No one will get her eggs.
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CW: Abuse, Gore, Violence. Intentionsl size reduction.The moonlight peeked through the tree. Sleeping skydancers could be seen lazing around, comfortable with the lofty heights like a duck to water. It made Zika's stomach crawl. Hefting the dead skydancer on her shoulder, Zika sighed. He wouldn't be joining his mates. Shoulder injury turned rancid, sadly. Such is the result when you fall from great heights. Thankfully he died in his sleep. The same couldn't be said about the coatl. Illness, but he knew he was dying. Stayed awake the whole time, begging to be killed, from what she heard. She wasn't surprised to meet his lifeless body when she came to do her rounds. She wondered which one finally killed him. Not the lithe Sahara, she was too delicate. Same with Meymo. The years had hardened Maple, she wouldn't be surprised if it was her. Shame about his body too, it would have to be burned to eradicate any chances of the illness spreading. She'd needed to burn the bloody bandages anyway. She tossed those into her cart, and went on her way. The market was a dull, quiet place at night. The wind chimes croaked, and the kites lay in the ground. not even the stalls looked colourful, with their bright cloths drained to black and white. An average day of litter lay on the ground, and in between two of the stalls.... sat Knux. Zika stopped, looked at him, then shrugged the bodies off her back. They hit the ground with a thud, sending a little cloud of dust up. Setting her cart down, she picked up a brush and started sweeping. Her tail dusted off the stalls, while her back legs transferred rubbish to the path her brush was sweeping. It was a good routine. She worked, focused on it, until Knux was standing in front of her, his red eyes staring her down. He was still taller than her, though she refused to admit it. ""Where were you?"" ""I was asleep, Knux. Where else would I be?"" ""You missed out on the feeding."" ""And I told you I would. I prepared food for them anyway, it's not like you missed me."" ""Oh but I did, I missed your pretty face. "" He started stalking her, subtly pushing her in a corner. Soft cloth gently hit her back as she backed up against it. ""Knux, no. Go chase the other girls, i'm not interested. Where's Za?"" ""No, you twit. I don't want the others. I want you. And you won't give me what I want."" She sighed, pushing him away from her. He'd trapped her, and he wasn't letting go easily. ""Please Knux. I'm not ready. Ursa says I still have a few months before I'm ready, so stop pushing me. You'll get what you want WHEN -"" She pushed him back, giving her room to stand properly. ""I am ready. Stop forcing me."" He growled roughly, and Zika was surprised at the brutality of it. Looking down at him she swallowed. She towered over him, but he didn't seem to notice. His body language was too direct, like a hunting dog. Almost drooling, he snuck up again. His breath was hot and rancid. ""You are an insufferable idiot, Zika. Sometimes, I swear you're better off dead. I don't want children. I want YOU. Right now. You are mine, and I want you to smell like me, feel me, HATE me."" She almost gave in. Anything to make him go away. But Ursa had said to wait, and Ursa was a witch nobody wanted to disobey. So she scratched him. Lashing out, she raked her claws down the side of his face, feeling her talon sink into something soft and pop. Hissing and cackling, Knux leapt on her, knocking her down to the ground. Liquid dripped down his face and onto hers, as he tried to bite her. Zika held her arms up, feeling his claws slide on her scales. He lunged and bit, as she grunted and kept on pushing him away. Finally, something hit him square in the jaw and sent him flying. Standing up dazed, he looked up to see Frisk smack him in the jaw again. When he turned around for the third time and gave Zika a love bite on her neck, it took a kick from her to finally send him slinking away, probably off to molest another poor soul. She pitied Za for putting up with him. Still, who was she to disobey the Alpha....or whatever he called himself? She thanked Frisk, who bowed, turned her nose up at the smell, and went back to her patrol. Frisk was a hard dragon, but she stood up for the swamp denizens, and had saved Zika more than once. Blood leaked down her hide in more than one place. And her new leather bands were torn. Picking up the discarded bodies, she slowly trudged to the last place, a little way off from the marketplace. Every shadow contained Knux, or a different version of him. It didn't matter who they were, or how old, they still looked at her with a lustful grin and heavy breathing. It was one of the reasons she sought out her heavy pelts and malodorous smell. She'd rather be feared than wanted. The hatchery loomed out of the shadows. Normally bright and covered in colourful paint, the night created faces in the smears of hatchling art. The den was well built too, providing the safest of havens for the precious children, safe from the Knuxes of the night. She nodded her head at the sleeping quarters, and headed out the back. There. A rag-wrapped body lay next to two egg-shaped baskets. They were dull and stank of rot, truly dead. Placing them in her cart, surrounded by the blood-stained rags, she leant in close and breathed in deeply. Oh, she loved eggs. Turning back to the body, she unwrapped it to see the sunken eyes of an imperial child. Umbilical cord was still intact, meaning his presence in the world was merely minutes. She sighed and mourned the loss of such potential. As small as he was, he was still too big for the cart, so she slung him next to the coatl. Leaving a violet in return, she slowly made her way back to the swamp. The eggs went to her home, the skydancer went to the kitchen, and the coatl and imperial, as well as the rags, went on the pyre out the back of her shanty. Lighting it, she went to skin the skydancer, throwing the scraps onto the pyre as she butchered it. The smell brought the Swamp inhabitants to her house. Soon everyone was gathered around the porch, eating seared skydancer steaks and drinking some ale Met had borrowed from some fellow pirates. Ursa turned the pyre green with a little chanting, and Elysia danced a hypnotic dance that had everyone enchanted by the end. Even Myopia showed up, though she didn't stay for long. Knux showed up at the end, though his eyes were bandaged and his.... hunger... sated. They ignored each other all night, to her relief. No, the Swamp inhabitants were a close knit community, and she loved her role here. When everyone finally peeled off, drunk and giggly she was left with the pyre and the leftovers, of which she prepared and stewed for the prisoners tomorrow. When she was sure everyone had gone, she brought out her eggs. She smelled them, delighting in their ripeness. They truly were precious, her eggs. She rolled them gently in her palms, like a mother, checking for sounds.... before cracking them open. Pouring the contents into a skillet, she fried them up with some chunks of meat, and delighted in the delicious combination. The smell intoxicated her, as she took in the smell of her nightly treat. The other egg would wait for tomorrow, but tonight she dined. The pyre finally died down with the sunrise, leaving behind charred bones and a sleeping Zika. Ursa came to pick up the bones for her curses and charms, noticing Zika's body on the floor. Waving a hand over her scratches, and pulling a blanket over her, she left the imperial asleep, while she still had her naivety. She knew it wouldn't last long.
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ETYMOLOGY - Zika: Meaning ""Overgrown"" in the Lugunda language. Named after the virus spread by A. Aegypti mosquitoes. RELATIONS -
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