Durvish
(#33696211)
Level 6 Coatl
Familiar
Stonewatch Prince
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This dragon’s natural inborn element is Plague.
Male Coatl
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Personal Style
Apparel
Skin
Scene
Measurements
Length
7.87 m
Wingspan
7.42 m
Weight
764.17 kg
Genetics
Garnet
Petals
Petals
Garnet
Butterfly
Butterfly
Garnet
Glimmer
Glimmer
Hatchday
Breed
Eye Type
Level 6 Coatl
EXP: 3198 / 8380
STR
6
AGI
7
DEF
6
QCK
7
INT
7
VIT
5
MND
6
Biography
The very beginning:
The moment Durvish was born he knew he was different from the other Plague dragons. For some odd reason, his body couldn't be afflicted with poison or affected by any kind of skin virus or plague-ridden disease.
And so when his tiny body emerged from out of the green oozing slime, his feathers and coat came out crystal clean. The Plague dragons could hardly believe their eyes. And soon, the rest of the clan all crowded around the small hatchling and examined him curiously. His eyes were a vibrant red, and he had inherited the same breathtaking purplish garnet hue from his mother, Loulou.
An elder Plague dragon appeared; perching themself on a tall jagged stump. The remainder half of the tree lying broken closeby; plastered with foul-looking glowing fungus, most of it likely infested with some kind of gruesome disease, but this elder only sat there, completely unperturbed by it all.
To most Plague dragons, receiving a notorious disease or some ghastly mutation was looked upon as a great honour to the clan. But it was the eternal, seemingly never-ending struggle of trying to overcome the inflection which was greatly revered, since the dragons would have to become strong and adaptable enough to overpower the disease that festered inside them.
The elder mumbled a few words softly to himself. And while he did so, the other dragons waited quietly until the elder spoke.
"Oh, my dear Plague Mother... What kind of message are you trying to tell us?" the elder said as he stared upwards into the dark, murky mists above him, before turning his attention back to the new Coatl hatchling.
"Is this perhaps a blessing or a bad omen?" he spoke out loud again to the air.
And then his eyes glinted with a slight playfulness to them.
"I suppose, time will tell." he said as a smile graced his muzzle. And then, his red eyes flickered over to meet the other Plague dragons who were still listening to his every word. Realizing immediately that he'd gone and rambled again, the elder let out a low, hollow cough and continued on with his intended duty.
"Hmm, now what shall we call you, young one?" he said rather affectionately to the hatchling, who had been staring at him with wide open blood-tinted eyes.
"A name... a name..." he trailed off, contemplating silently.
"What would be suitable... for someone who cannot be affected by poison, nor disease?” he muttered to himself out loud again."
"Ah... I know...!"
"Durvish."
"It's perfect!" the elder said quite triumphantly.
After the naming ritual had finished and most of the Plague dragons scattered, going back to their usual duties. A few Plague dragons lingered, and peered down at the new hatchling with a newfound contempt for it, not believing it to be a 'real' Plague dragon even though it shared the same blood and was a part of the clan.
To them, Durvish wasn't considered a 'pure-blood' as his father 'Garnet' was from the Light clan, and some of the Plague dragons in the clan despised them. Durvish was also not quite 'normal' in their eyes, since he would never experience the never-ending struggle and satisfaction of conquering your mysterious affliction (which is either acquired later in life or when the hatchling is born).
Unfortunately for Durvish, not fitting in with most of the Plague dragons and other hatchings his age meant he would be constantly looked down on and bullied for being 'different' from his peers.
Because of this, Durvish grew up not liking his appearance and had developed a self-loathing for being the way he is.
Feeling completely depressed and overwhelmed with it all, Durvish began to self-inflict wounds on himself to make him feel more 'uncleanly,' and somewhat more mutated then he originally was. He hoped in the future, he would be accepted as a true Plague dragon, but no matter how much he tried, some of the Plague dragons never seemed to fully accept him as one of their own. But he was well-liked by the elder dragons and his mother and father, of course.
For him, this was his constant struggle. A eternal battle between his inner self.
What would the future hold for him?
To be continued...
*Notes to the Reader:
Durvish – Meaning: One who cannot be affected by poison.
The Plague Dragon Deity "The Plaguebringer" is also known as the "Plague Mother" within the clan.
Written By: Me - suurin
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