ichorApotheosis » Lair » Ashira

Ashira

(#32919003)

"Even in death, I can still smell the smoke.."

Willow

Steam Gyre

Energy: 48/50

Personal Style

Apparel

Skin

Scene

Physical Attributes

Battle Stats

Measurements

Length

4.53 m

Wingspan

6.27 m

Weight

747.68 kg

Genetics

Carmine
Tiger

Orca
Current

Dust
Crackle

Hatchday

May 10, 2017
(7 years)

Breed

Adult
Skydancer

Eye Type

Plague
Common

Level 10 Skydancer

EXP: 844 / 27676

STR

AGI

DEF

QCK

INT

VIT

MND

Lineage

Parents

Offspring

none

Biography

A colorless, dreary life. That's what she remembered. An ordinary existence, announcing closed curtains with the scream of searing metal. And then nothing.

Death was cold. So very cold. The broiling furnaces were an afterimage. No fire hissed in her death, nor her tomb. All the machines laid in rest with her, strings of web stretched across their rusty hides. The chill to the dust-filled air gave the impression of mourning, to her. It had slipped and bitten the hands that soothed, driving away its forgemasters. The repeated accidents, and the blood on its hands.. there would never be the clash of tools ringing in its belly.

She did not remember why she died here. Maybe once, fire had flowed in her veins, but no longer. A specter of this hollow behemoth, she flitted over the grime as soft as a breeze on the wind. She was its keeper now; a lone companion to the sleeping machines. They would never wake again, but neither would she. Not truly. And she was content with that.

Delinquents and foolhardy treasure hunters flocked to her grave, as flies do to rotting meat. Greedy hands seeking to pillage a prone body. She would not have it. They were afraid of her silhouette, turning tail at the glow of ignited crucibles. Petrified at the hissing and popping of molten breath. Her efforts earned her charge a ghost story, of black smoke and glimpses of worn flesh. Brave little souls wanted to see the spirit of the forge themselves, treasures laying forgotten. Foolish enough to feign bravery, only to turn tail upon the mere sight of her. That was fine. Visitors were fine, so long as they left quickly. Silence could blanket her grave the sooner they left.

She grew used to this strange dance. Aimless wandering, without purpose or sound, until the clumsy shuffle of footfall would arise again. Echoes of screams as terrified bodies vanished into the dust. A tiresome, endless routine.

Except, on an unremarkable day, it was not the scratching of claws over stone that interrupted her peace. Warm humming snaked through the corridors. The lazy beat of wings swirling the thick air around. She followed the sound to the forge's heart, brilliant red scales set aglow with the only shaft of light in this dreary tomb.

A shimmering spiral, with fire in her eyes and metal clasped round her arms. Her fingers ran over the filthy machines with a warm nostalgia about her face. On feather light feet, the ghost crept closer, steam filtered from her nose with a whistle. The visitor didn't seem at all surprised.

"Hello." Her voice was silk to her ears. Softer than the steel walls surrounding them. "Are you alone here?"
Was she alone here? The machines were all the company she needed, surely.
"Your mask, it's letting off an awful lot of smoke. Do you want me to fix it?"
Dark air seeped from her seams, billowing around her vision. The spiral's gauntlets burned her skin.
"How long have you been here?" she asked suddenly, enlightenment reaching her snout. She'd noticed the lack of coughing, or how she cast no shadow under her feet.

"..forever." The scraping of her metal pieces fit well with her grating voice, she decided. She breathed for the forge now, every part of her a monument.
"Forever? There's no forever with machines, silly. We just do our best to fix them when they grow tired."
She liked her. Her eyes were as soft as her voice.

This sunshine enigma lead her around easily, paying no mind that her companion's awkward gait made no noise. No part of her grave was desecrated under those vibrant eyes, a gentle touch brushing away the layer of ruin. They could have been wandering for days, and it would have made no difference to her.

It was only when those wildfires came to rest on a crumpled form, that they calmed to a quiet lull. Nestled beneath the infinite weight of negligence, was what once could have been her. The scattered feathers seemed more dismaying than the muted stain, made obsolete by age. The spiral's mitts clicked with her hesitant reach.

"Do you want to be buried?"
"Already am."
"No, not here. You're trapped here, aren't you? Until someone buries you, for real."

The thought of a proper burial had never occurred to her. This was her grave, and that was that. She harbored no bitter feelings towards her fate.

"Someplace with an infinite sky, or more color- where would you want to go?"
"..nowhere. I desire no place."
"..I'll come back for you. I promise. I'll take you home with me, somewhere warm but alive. Somewhere as beautiful as you, I hope."
"I am worn, and ugly."
"Oh, but you're anything but," the girl insisted, taking her hands. "You're wonderful. And you deserve to see the world outside of these walls. This old place can be laid to rest."
"..You wish to come back?" she asked, wisps of black behind each word.
"I do. And I will. I swear on my finest work, I'll take you home with me, ghostly ash."

Ghostly ash. She liked that name. Maybe once, long ago, she had a name with meaning. But she desired to have a name, spoken with such molten fondness as a truth. She waited patiently at the mouth of her tomb, all the while thinking of the red twist of wings shrinking in her vision. She loathed that time was not a faster mistress.

All images used can be clicked on for a direct link to source.

If you feel that this content violates our Rules & Policies, or Terms of Use, you can send a report to our Flight Rising support team using this window.

Please keep in mind that for player privacy reasons, we will not personally respond to you for this report, but it will be sent to us for review.

0/1000

Click or tap a food type to individually feed this dragon only. The other dragons in your lair will not have their energy replenished.

Exalting Ashira to the service of the Plaguebringer will remove them from your lair forever. They will leave behind a small sum of riches that they have accumulated. This action is irreversible.

Do you wish to continue?

Name

Names must be longer than 2 characters.
Names must be no longer than 16 characters.
Names can only contain letters.

Name

Names must be no longer than 16 characters.
Names can only contain letters.