Parsnap
(#29183355)
Level 10 Ridgeback
Familiar
Enchanted Armaments
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Energy: 50/50
This dragon’s natural inborn element is Plague.
Male Ridgeback
This dragon is hibernating.
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Personal Style
Apparel
Skin
Scene
Measurements
Length
21.64 m
Wingspan
14.13 m
Weight
7607.01 kg
Genetics
Overcast
Skink
Skink
Cyan
Spinner
Spinner
Oilslick
Thylacine
Thylacine
Hatchday
Breed
Eye Type
Level 10 Ridgeback
EXP: 711 / 27676
STR
50
AGI
7
DEF
7
QCK
22
INT
5
VIT
17
MND
5
Lineage
Biography
Once a young soldier for the Plaguebringer's forces, he traveled with the vast Plague armies on bouts of conquest throughout the lands of Sornieth. Though devoted to his patron god, the life of ongoing war and battle was not one he wanted for himself, and he thought often of a time of peace, when he would no longer have to fight.
Eventually a conquest push against the Ice flight led Parsnap and the rest of Plague's armies to the shores of the Southern Icefields, where a vicious ground war quickly broke out between the opposing flights. Though convicted to fight for his deity's cause, the frigid terrain proved too much as a final, devastating blizzard surged down from the Cloudscrape Crags, forcing Plague's retreat and scattering its soldiers across the interiors of the Icefields.
Taking refuge among the evergreens in one of the Icefields few forests, Parsnap was able to survive the blizzard. However, he soon found himself in a far worse position: alone on the outskirts of the Snowsquall Tundra...
Parsnap's breath was thick in the air around him as he considered his fate. The Icewarden was well known to all of dragonkind as the harshest of adjudicators, sentencing any who stood against him to eternal imprisonment within the glaciers around his frozen fortress. Now, one Plague dragon stood alone, a foreign invader to a kingdom of ice... and this was knowledge that engulfed Parsnap with a mortal fear.
Moving briskly but carefully, he clung to the edges of the forest, trying his best to make it back to the landing ground where his fellow soldiers had been. But being unfamiliar with the landscape, he quickly found himself wandering in circles... and shortly thereafter, hopelessly lost. Though fear surged through him he took to the skies, desperately hoping to see some sign of his comrades, or anything that might point him in the right direction. His heart pounded through his chest as he scanned the horizon, until finally in the distance, the faint smoke trail of a fire snaked across the sky. He dove for the ground, knowing the risks of being seen should this discovery be anything but friendly, and proceeded quietly on foot until he was at the edge of what appeared to be a small camp.
A wicker hut stood alone in a clearing, with a crackling fire burning alongside it. The hut was too well constructed to be one of his fellow soldier's, that much he knew, though his training had taught him well enough to never pass on an opportunity when one presented itself, especially not in a survival situation. Silently he crept through the trees that encircled the clearing, aiming to get a good view of the hut's entrance, and preparing himself to strike when the moment was right. From the opening he could see movement within, and his heart pounded once again. His claws dug into the snow around him as he readied himself.
Slowly, a figure emerged from the hut. A female Guardian, with twinkling blue scales that shimmered in the light of the fire. In her mouth were a collection of branches and twigs, which she dropped gently into the flames.
Parsnap did not attack. Though he did not know why, a wave of calmness rolled through his body... yet his heart did not stop pounding. With wide eyes he watched the Guardian sit before the fire, and his claws retracted from the snow. In a battle for total dominance, none were spared- male, female, or hatching, and he knew this. Yet here, in a time of not only war, but in a situation of life or death, he was overcome with an unknown warmth. As the fire began to fizzle, the Guardian stood once again and turned back to return to her hut. Parsnap lowered his body to the ground, his belly almost touching the snow, trying to make himself look as small and unimposing as possible. Carefully, he made his way out of the treeline and into the clearing.
He was halfway to the fire when the Guardian returned, another collection of branches and twigs in her mouth. She spotted the large Ridgeback instantly- her eyes widening, the kindling fell to the snow as her mouth went agape with fear. She made a step backwards towards her hut.
"Please" Parsnap called out, "I mean you no harm!" He extended his wings and let them fall to the snow beside him in a gesture of peace. "I am only lost, and seeking my path back home."
The Guardian took another step backwards, snaking her head to the side to get a better view of the armored intruder from around the fire. Even from a distance she could see his red eyes reflecting the flames.
"You're a soldier," she stated quietly, "from the Scarred Wasteland." Her body was nearly halfway inside the hut now as she continued to slowly retreat. "You're here to conquer this land."
"Yes..." Parsnap replied, his heart plummeting. He could see the fear in her own eyes now, and sought for a way to pacify her. He gently began lifting a hand towards his helmet, and instantly the Guardian flinched in terror. "No, please!" he pleaded, "I'm not going to hurt you, see?" His claws raked across the metal headpiece, tossing it to the ground. The pair's eyes remained locked, the Guardian frozen in place and Parsnap now practically lying in the snow.
"I can't lie and say I am here for any other reason" he stated calmly, "but my fight has ended... I only seek to return home now. All I want from you is guidance."
The Guardian remained fixed in her position, motionless, and silent.
Desperate for a solution, Parsnap reached to his neck for the rope that held his filigree banner in place. He yanked the end, releasing the banner and allowing it to tumble into the snow beside him. The Guardian broke her eye contact for only a moment to watch the ornament roll to the ground, then quickly locked eyes with him again.
"I beg you, its freezing here... if I take much more off I'll die from exposure."
Parsnap cracked a weak smile.
The Guardian's brow furrowed slightly. She stood in the entryway to the hut for several moments in silence, before slowly stepping back out towards the fire and her intruder.
"I can direct you out of the Tundra, to the edge of the Floes" she finally stated, "but you will have to make your own way back from there."
Parsnap's smile grew as he bowed his head to her. "Thank you." He turned his gaze to the dying fire that separated them. "If you would allow it, for your generosity I would be happy to gather you more wood for your fire."
The Guardian remained silent, but finally nodded her head slowly in approval. With her consent, Parsnap rose from the snow and headed to the treeline that surrounded the camp. He sought out the tallest tree he could find and using all his might, reared up on his hind legs and pushed the tree until it uprooted from the frozen earth, and topple to the ground. He then drug it back to the clearing, where he used his claws to shred the tree into chunks. Once finished he plucked a large piece from the pile and gingerly set it atop the fizzling flames. All the while the Guardian watched him closely, tracking each movement he made.
"You do that to other dragons, do you not?" she asked, her tone grim.
It was a cutting comment. "Yes, sometimes" he replied, "but its not the life I want. I want to be free... I want to find peace." He looked into her eyes once more, and finally stated softly, "My name is Parsnap."
The Guardian cocked her head, pausing to consider his words for a while. She looked beyond him to his armor still sitting in the snow, and watched the fire's reflection dance on the metal. She remained silent for some time, before uttering a response. "And I am Atla."
--end
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