Flux
(#33908905)
Level 5 Guardian
Familiar
Fossil Hunter
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Energy: 43/50
This dragon’s natural inborn element is Lightning.
Female Guardian
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Personal Style
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Measurements
Length
12.64 m
Wingspan
15.35 m
Weight
9098.3 kg
Genetics
Abyss
Jupiter
Jupiter
Abyss
Saturn
Saturn
Cyan
Runes
Runes
Hatchday
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Level 5 Guardian
EXP: 1246 / 5545
STR
7
AGI
6
DEF
7
QCK
6
INT
6
VIT
6
MND
7
Lineage
Biography
Two Lightning dragons walk into a wasteland. This is how she knows she isn't meant to be alive: the ever-present, sharp, metallic tang of blood in her mouth, the constant clicks and whirs of her jaw when she opens it to speak, and the ache of her new limbs that she must grow accustomed to. Hope fuels her, childish wonder sustains her. She gives the one thing she has never properly received but has always held true in her heart. One seeks love. The other seeks...
by shanncrafter
by shanncrafter
art by porifra
Flux - Diviner
The Skydancer is named Mamba, and she buries Flux's mother as a matter of practicality, not sentiment. Flux helps, of course, for sentiment, not practicality. She owes it to her mother to see her off to the afterlife, to see her safely buried. And she owes it to her mother to thank her savior.
Not that Mamba accepts thanks. They are pointless, she insists, and though it seems to ruffle her steel feathers to take Flux with her, she does. "You need medical attention," she says plainly, much in the same tone someone might comment on the weather. And that is that. She pries Flux from her leg and brings her home in what is perhaps the first act of kindness in her new life.
The night is long, though hard to remember through the haze of pain. There are sparks, shimmering bits of metal, the sharp scent of iron burning Flux's nose. Mamba works mechanically, her voice cutting through the haze of anesthetic as she works. "Your limbs are too small," she says. "You are going to outgrow these."
But if Flux is going to outgrow them, that means she is going to live. "Do it," she pleads. "Do whatever it takes." It's hard to be vulnerable to a stranger, but the truth comes out eventually, while Mamba is sawing down a metal rod to better fit the curve of Flux's wing: she doesn't want to die.
By morning, it's done. Flux is a flurry of steel and spunk and sadness, and when Mamba dismisses her curtly, gesturing out into the great Shifting Expanse, demanding she leave, Flux simply takes a seat. "I'm staying," she says.
"You are leaving," Mamba counters.
For the first time, but certainly not the last, Mamba is wrong.
It takes some getting used to for both of them, but they start new lives together. Flux needs time to adjust to her new mechanical limbs, and as she keeps reminding Mamba, she needs someone who can adjust and replace them as she grows. Torn from her only family so young, Mamba is the only dragon she knows to make those modifications. Mamba is the only dragon she knows, bottom line.
And Mamba struggles, too, caught between efficiency and mercy in her daily acts. Caring for a child is clearly not one of her talents, and raising Flux does not inspire any sweetness or softness in her. When Flux goes sliding down the dunes or chasing dragonflies through the hot sand or chasing after a distant mirage, Mamba does not stop her. She runs through a list in her head of all the poisonous beasts that might strike the child, or all the injuries she might suffer should she slip and fall in just the right way, but make no mistake, she does not interpret such knowledge as caring. She only tells Flux these things to warn her, to better her odds of survival.
Flux calls it caring, though, and she wears something called a smirk whenever she says it. It's the expression she wears whenever she thinks she knows more than Mamba, and whenever Mamba tries to mirror it, she bursts into laughter.
"You look like a crow that just ate rotten meat!" she giggles every time. This wipes the smirk off Mamba's face. Perhaps smirks are only for children.
But Flux still smirks as she gets older. She suffers, too, as her original limbs begin to creak and groan under the strain of growth. As long as she can, she puts off asking Mamba for help, trying to prove that she really has been paying attention when Mamba makes modifications, that she can fend for herself. But slowly, surely, the mechanical pieces begin to break, and Flux begs for help, begs not to be left alone.
She cannot tell whether she should be surprised that it works.
It is weeks of agony, weeks of waiting as Mamba scavenges the necessary supplies for repairs. She claims to purchase them whenever Flux asks where they have come from, but Flux knows better. The two of them are outcasts, made of mettle and metal, and there are few dragons who would sell anything to them. Most likely, the parts are stolen or scavenged, but mostly certainly not sold.
But if that's what it takes, Flux can accept that. These mechanical modifications are far better than amputation, no matter the pain, the cost. She would rather live bonded to metal than die without that support. Other dragons probably feel the same, too. "We could help them," she tells Mamba over dinner one night.
"What would that do for us?" asks Mamba.
Flux isn't sure it will do much for Mamba, emotionless as she is, but for her? "It'll make me feel like we can change things."
Somehow, that's convincing enough.
Now, they wander the lands, providing mechanical enhancements for dragons in need. Flux still thinks about the first dragon they encountered, saved. His name was Trigger, and while Mamba performed the necessary repairs and surgeries, Flux asked his name, where he was from, what his family was like, and if he would trade his bones for steel. She pinballed around the room, handing Mamba tools as necessary even while bringing her as close to feeling irritation as she possibly could. If Mamba could feel, she would have wanted to punt Flux to the moon then, but if she could feel, she'd also be attached by now. Flux certainly is.
They'll wander as long as it takes for them to get bored or find something new, which won't be long. Flux is young and full of wonder, curious about all the world (and perhaps far too enamored with learning all the curse words Sornieth has to offer). She'd also like to catch up with the dragons she and Mamba have rescued before, especially Trigger. She swears she sees him sometimes, a shimmering figure at the top of the dunes, but he always vanishes before she can get a proper look at him. It's a shame, really. She'd like to think of him as a friend, her first one.
Well, besides Mamba, but Mamba says she doesn't feel friendship. Flux isn't sure if that's completely true.
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