Abyssa

Name meaning: The name Abyssa descends from the Late Latin word abyssus, which is in turn derived from the Greek abyssos ("bottomless").

ROLE: Resident Flirt and Romancer Supreme, Flower Picker, Matchmaker. MATE: N/A but she has a lot of love to go around (Artan is her favorite) FAMILIAR: Moonbeam Crayfish Note: Coli: needs tincture Original bio and format (first paragraph) by PaludisVulpes.

NOTABLE RELATIVES: Aodhfin (great-great-grandfather), Chione (great-great-grandmother), Tomer (great-great-grandfather), Aramis (great-grandfather), Valjean (great-grandfather), Mariele (great-grandmother), Ives (grandfather), Cosette (grandmother), Lorelei (great-aunt), Galvuti (great-uncle), Vielka (great-aunt), Rusvai (great-aunt), Figaro (great-uncle), Babylonia (great-aunt), Marius (uncle), Svarukti (aunt), Dariga (uncle), Inkelti (aunt), Nekenti (uncle), Tergalia (uncle), Krova (aunt), Iliutas (aunt), Maldoti (aunt), Ilgeslys (aunt), Ilenkti (uncle), Islentoti (aunt), Ayrkas (aunt), Juarve (aunt), Valaviete (cousin), Drone (brother), Ronan (brother), Rush (brother), Maru (niece), Tynan (nephew), Isiva (niece through Spoke), Raukte (great-niece through Helysine), Melinoe (great-great-niece), Sparagmos (great-great-nephew), Omophagia (great-great-nephew), Lethe (great-great-niece), Thesmophoria (great-great-niece), Cadi (nephew through Gatlin)





Abyssa is descended from a bloodline of Plague dragons from a clan called Virulent who committed atrocities of war and exchanged ambassadors as bargaining chips with allying clans. Some of these dragons have a particularly strong tie to Plague magic. Most of this history is long forgotten by Abyssa now, though her mother (Stoja) still lives with Clan Virulent and the remaining family that gathers there ever since her father (Gloss) had gone to the Gladekeeper.

Stoja was a lone survivor of carnage unimaginable to most fortunate dragons and perhaps that is how she had found her way to the Shrieking Wilds of the Viridian Labyrinth and united with Gloss during her recovery from those events. Drone, Ronan, and Rush are Abyssa's nest brothers - the first nest their parents had together. Drone was chosen to follow in their mother's footsteps as a soldier and sent off to make something of himself, Ronan was always rather withdrawn but had a certain way with beasts, and Rush felt a call to travel and was off to collect knowledge the first chance he got. This put Abyssa in a bit of a tight spot for a bit. Though arguably the most social of her siblings, she did not show an aptitude for diplomacy or scholarly pursuit. She cannot remember if this was disappointing to her parents or if they accepted her ever-fluttering heart in stride; she cannot even remember that the other dragons of Clan Paludis encouraged her to find herself, as was the way of the clan. Regardless, it is no doubt the reason for her self-confidence and social fearlessness.


She followed her heart to the Greatwyrm's Breach of Dragonhome and eventually settled in with Clan Haven here in the Zephyr Steppes. She quite enjoys interacting with the many intriguing dragons she has met here and she has become good friends with Ryuu. They tend to play-flirt with each other when they hang out, much to the confusion of some of their other friends. Io in particular side-eyed them for a while until he and Ryuu officially became mates.


When, years later, a traveling bard from some of her clanmates' previous clan got swept here by a storm, naturally she had to seize the opportunity to check out the fresh blood. And he was beautiful. Small and sparkly and vibrant in every way.

The first words out of her mouth were like instinct to her. "Hey, boo~ Did it hurt when you fell from the heavens?"

As if he had been prepared for this very moment, Artan replied in kind. "Fell from them? I have to still be in them to find a dragon like you."

It was then that she knew she had met her match - someone who was a seasoned player of this game and knew all the rules. His serenades made her romantic heart flutter with joy so much so that it bubbled out of her in songs of her own. It was fun, she thought, having another flirting buddy to exchange techniques and stories with. And he was just the right size for snuggling! Her fur was plenty soft enough to keep him comfortable as she showed him around and brought him to her favorite places.

Sooner or later, she knew Artan would have to leave to return to his clan and she would be sadder about that, but she thought there was something especially romantic about a seasonal fling. So, even if her memory faded over time apart, she was satisfied with the time spent together enjoying each other's company.

They made a nest together with the mutual understanding that they were content with this temporary arrangement and, when the eggs hatched and it came time for Artan to return home, their daughter (Talia) stayed with Abyssa and their son (Souta) went with Artan.

When Elhokar arrived not long after Artan's departure to the Glade, she was thrilled to find that the bard had sent a bouquet of heart roses and patio roses for her. With Rui's help, she strung them into a garland and used her magic to enchant them so they would never wilt.

By the time the year's end was approaching, there had been many visits between the members of Haven and the Glade, and each time Talia would return from an adventure with her friends to excitedly recount stories about her father and brother, Abyssa would listen with interest. Talia always brought back such intriguing scents on her garments when she traveled to the Glade. They would fade over time of course, but Abyssa could not help the lingering fondness that overcame her when she detected the scents that had begun to fill gaps in her memory. Perhaps she should make the trek out to the Labyrinth sometime herself...

And so, when the Glade extended the clan an invitation to their end of year Yule celebration, she had her chance - or so she had thought. Unfortunately, due to the clan's unexpected move into The Behemoth, they found themselves in the position of being not quite prepared for company on such a large scale. Abyssa figured that she could resign herself to waiting until the next holiday invite or even until the next year's Yule when the invitation would be renewed... but wouldn't it be so romantic if she just asked Talia's adorable little Pinks and Purples to take her with them on their next rendezvous in the Labyrinth? And so that is exactly what she did! Getting to reform that special "first time" connection with Artan again felt just as wonderful - the thrill of meeting a charming not-quite-stranger, the instant clicking of their personalities - and there was something in the way he lived up to what she could recall of him that made her heart flutter anew.

Midway into the new year:
A carefully put together bundle washes onto the shores near Haven one early morning. Upon being discovered, it refused to be opened. It was simply labeled "To Abyssa". Upon being delivered to the Tundra, the small bundle unfurled into a small bouquet of Pretty Pink Mums. The room burst into a lovely song as soon as the bundle opened. A small note fluttered out and onto the ground.

The note reads "To my dearest Abyssa, may absence make the heart grow ever fonder. Love, your (hopefully) favorite bard". It's signed with the flourish that Artan uses as his signature.

Abyssa buried her nose happily in the flowers, reveling in the fluttering sensation this romantic gesture brought with it. Although there was now a season between them, she still recognized his mark all over it. Attached to a single pink rose, her return letter would read: "Dear lover, With music sung as sweetly as yours, you can be my favorite bard anytime~"




2020-06-23

A large...squeaking crate is dropped in front of the clan late at night. Come morning, all that is left in the crate is a bunch of crumbling leather and a surplus of celestial horns. Is...is it a threat? Throughout the day some dragons are routinely terrorized by fire ants and giant insects.

In the early evening, Ime himself arrives on the back of a Very Pink Banescale, passing off a crate to (rolls dice) Raynan before fluttering off to find Rui. The Banescale introduces herself as Nea and settles down to wait. Upon opening the small crate, Raynan sees that there are three smaller boxes tucked inside, nestled safely in silk.

The note on the two red boxes read "I just learned that APPARENTLY no one has been signing for my packages. This is an unacceptable failure of our messengers, and I would like to convey my deepest apologies. Enclosed are some rather interesting flower petals. Whoever wants them just needs to throw them over their head. The enchantment I wove into them should activate from there. At your service, as always, Concerto." Someone got that Fae some glasses, it would seem.

The third box is a rich dark purple, addressed to Abyssa. Upon being opened, a small shower of purple and black fireworks and sparkles shoot out. After the sparkles die down, an enormous bouquet of black tulips pops out. A slightly more melancholic, but still lovely tune plays. The note, while many, MANY pages long, can be summed up as follows: "My heart is lonely for you, I love you, let's keep in touch, smooches, Artan."

For the better part of the morning, Queenie could be heard screeching at Bakugou for being "a reckless brat, nearly setting us all on fire over a few insignificant insects!" while Zomkie steadily made her way through Haven gently nudging the accidental invaders into jars.

By the time Ime finally came around, Raynan was already so done with the entire day. While Queenie had handled the explosive Wildclaw, he and his crew had painstakingly helped to hunt down every last straggler who had escaped from that cursed crate. The bugs hadn't been too terrible for them... but the duskrats. They hadn't even realized there WERE duskrats until George started shrieking about an "infestation" in his quarters. Sylph had mostly handled that one.

While reading Concerto's letter, Raynan decided he would rather not walk in on Rui canoodling right now and made a note to drop the red boxes off with him later. Instead, he swiftly delivered the purple box to Abyssa before turning back out for one last sweep of the perimeter to ensure no other disturbances were lurking at their doorstep.

Two letters were sent back to the Glade with a coin pouch. One was addressed to Concerto from Rui, thanking him for his continued contributions and gifts to Haven and insisting that he take some compensation for his efforts. The second letter was for Artan and could be most concisely summarized as: "There is a part of me which, every time I hear your song, aches for your presence. Keep watch for me soon, my sweet mysterious love, Abyssa"

After Ime's eventual departure (because really, dear, I know you love him but I have more mail to deliver today), the letters and coin were delivered to the Glade. Artan's squeaks of joy were soon heard across the entire forest.