Magus
(#34656035)
Lucette's mate
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Energy: 50/50
This dragon’s natural inborn element is Nature.
Male Pearlcatcher
This dragon is hibernating.
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Personal Style
Apparel
Skin
Scene
Measurements
Length
6.16 m
Wingspan
5.32 m
Weight
388.51 kg
Genetics
Iris
Cherub
Cherub
Sky
Shimmer
Shimmer
Storm
Glimmer
Glimmer
Hatchday
Breed
Eye Type
Level 1 Pearlcatcher
EXP: 0 / 245
STR
6
AGI
6
DEF
6
QCK
7
INT
7
VIT
6
MND
7
Biography
"I would give anything to help Luce..."
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Magus, Part 1, Interlude
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Continued from Lucette Part 1
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Magus, Part 1, Interlude
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Continued from Lucette Part 1
Somewhere in the Charged Barrens...
Lucette now stood in front of a mirror at the least busiest shop. She had donned a new cloak over her old coat, and the hood covered most of her face.
“Luce,” Magus started, “nodrake's going to be scared of you. I've met plenty of other dragons with implants put in.”
But the Tundra she-drake gave him a look. “Name three dragons.”
“Well, uh,” the Pearlcatcher struggled for words, “I didn't know their names...but you shouldn't be ashamed of how you look now, you're lucky to be alive.”
“That's easier to say when you don't have to live like this,” she shot, “in pain,” she added as she began to feel another jolt rush down her spine, and she hissed through her teeth. Magus leaned close and held out his claws to her, and they glowed green. Seconds later, Luce heaved a sigh of relief. “Are you sure you can keep doing this for me?” she asked the Pearl as he paid for her cloak. “Your magic doesn't run out?”
“Don't worry about it,” Magus answered a little quickly. “C'mon,” he added with a warm smile, “I know a place where we can stop to eat. You must be hungry, too.”
As if in answer, Luce's stomach growled, and she nodded.
Lucette now stood in front of a mirror at the least busiest shop. She had donned a new cloak over her old coat, and the hood covered most of her face.
Luce's coats
“Luce,” Magus started, “nodrake's going to be scared of you. I've met plenty of other dragons with implants put in.”
But the Tundra she-drake gave him a look. “Name three dragons.”
“Well, uh,” the Pearlcatcher struggled for words, “I didn't know their names...but you shouldn't be ashamed of how you look now, you're lucky to be alive.”
“That's easier to say when you don't have to live like this,” she shot, “in pain,” she added as she began to feel another jolt rush down her spine, and she hissed through her teeth. Magus leaned close and held out his claws to her, and they glowed green. Seconds later, Luce heaved a sigh of relief. “Are you sure you can keep doing this for me?” she asked the Pearl as he paid for her cloak. “Your magic doesn't run out?”
“Don't worry about it,” Magus answered a little quickly. “C'mon,” he added with a warm smile, “I know a place where we can stop to eat. You must be hungry, too.”
As if in answer, Luce's stomach growled, and she nodded.
...
Soon they arrived at a local tavern, and took their seats at an empty table. A beautiful striped Tundra she-drake stood on the stage at the back, singing her song softly. At the other end of the tavern, they both saw a strange hefty brown dragon chug the glass of water he'd been given before leaping from his chair, and dashed out the door. Other dragons whispered to each other, snickering.
“I know that dragon,” Luce spoke low as she gazed to where the brown dragon had left. “He's the one that puts the Warning posters up all over the Expanse.”
“Warning posters?” Magus echoed with a whisper.
Luce nodded in another direction, and he followed her eyes. There was one poster hanging up on a far wall, the portrait on the page was that of an Imperial bearing a wicked grin, and the name below said 'Thimbleweed'.
“Nodrake seems to know who he is,” she explained, “except Azoth. Rumours are that dragons have been disappearing because of Thimbleweed.”
“Does anydrake know where he lives?” Magus wondered.
Luce shook her head. “Some say he's a spirit. Others say he's not even real. The only dragon who's ever seen him is Azoth, and that he bound some of Thimbleweed's powers with a magic collar so he can't steal souls. But dragons are still going missing, and some believe he's still taking souls.” She paused when movement in the back caught her eyes, and she lowered her voice. “Dragons are coming this way,” she said through a pained hiss. Magus' claws glowed again, but Luce only shook her head.
“Better be careful mentioning Thimbleweed,” one of the dragons, a pale Guardian with sandy wings, taunted. “He may just snatch you up, next.”
“And take you Eleven knows where,” another, a Spiral with glittering eyes said with a smirk.
“To do Eleven knows what,” a voice hissed from behind. They appeared to be Fae, and their eyes swirled from behind a bird mask. Multiple paws were clasped and others rubbed together.
Magus remained still, but Luce's claws started to dig into the table's smooth surface as she fought her agony, and she struggled to stay as still as he. She sent him the same look, and he understood.
“Tough talk,” Magus finally spoke up, “for dragons who've never met Thimbleweed and lived to tell the tale,” he boasted.
“Is that so?” the Guardian rumbled with amusement. “Did you dazzle him with your cheap tricks?” he said, knocking Magus' hat off.
Magus caught his hat before it could hit the floor and placed it snugly back where it belonged. “I wasn't talking about me,” he said as he nodded in Luce's direction. “This dragon here made off with some of his inventions and made them part of her,” he added, thinking quickly. “He couldn't even stop her,” he rambled on, “she could've zapped him to ash if she'd wanted.”
The three other dragons appeared surprised, until the Guardian scoffed. “You expect us to believe this puffball stole from Thimbleweed?” he asked as he now leaned on the table. “You both look like you should be picking flowers,” he sneered, and the others snickered, “for your own funerals,” he finished with a wicked smile.
Luce's claws dug deeper into the table, and her body stiffened as the metal ridges along her spine began lighting up. Magus wanted to reach to her again, but she sent him another look, and he faced the others.
“I wouldn't make her mad if I were you,” he warned, keeping up the act as smoothly as he could. The others took one step back as he added, “You don't want to get in her way once she's charged up.”
“He's bluffing,” the Spiral said, tilting his head to one side as he grinned.
The trio chuckled, and the Guardian said, “The only thing that's going to be charged is the static in her fur. You two kids better run along.”
“And who's going to make them?”
The new voice made them all turn to see who had spoken. Two more blue Pearls strode towards them, and stood on either sides of Magus and Luce. One was dressed head to tail all in green, a quiver full of arrows at her side. The other was clad in shining silver armour, with a crossbow and sword on either of his sides. Their eyes were as emerald-green as Magus', but the she-drake's gaze was twice as fierce.
“You?” she scoffed at the Guardian. “You're all talk, and your goons are just a sparkly unicorn and a child's nightmare,” she said, gesturing to the Spiral and Fae, who had drifted back to the Guardian's side.
Magus almost smiled before remembering to keep his face as blank as he could. His elder siblings Fortuity and Maven had come to his rescue. Again, he thought with brief dread. He glanced to Luce again, and her claws were digging deeper still, but nodrake else seemed to notice.
“I'd like to see the three of you try to take us on,” Maven said as he puffed out his chest and placed one paw on his sword. “I'll have you brutes know that I'm the best swordsdrake where I'm from!”
“And the best show-off,” Fortuity murmured, rolling her eyes.
“Oh go find a princess to save, you little twit,” the Guardian snorted.
“I have a princess, actually,” Maven stated proudly. “She's...just not here, of course...”
“Squash 'em,” the strange Fae giggled.
“Not a bad idea,” the Guardian agreed, cracking his knuckles. “We'll start with you—”
Suddenly the table was blown at them with tremendous force that it knocked the three dragons back with a blast. Shock crossing their faces, they struggled to rise, and they couldn't believe their eyes.
Fortuity, Maven and Magus were just as stunned to see lightning crackling at Luce's claws and along the metal down her spine. The Tundra's breathing was laboured as she forced herself to keep from crying out in agony. Magus could bear seeing her like this no longer. He leapt from his seat and held her, his claws glowing brighter than they ever have as he summoned all of his magic. Soon Luce's pain ceased, and they both leaned into each other, exhausted.
Complete silence had flooded the entire tavern as every pair of eyes now rested on the four blue dragons. Some began whispering, until heavy footsteps silenced them. A huge, deep-red Imperial stalked towards the three Pearls and Tundra, his yellow eyes narrowed.
“What's going on here?” he questioned them with a deep rumble, and he briefly eyed the damaged table that had been launched across the room.
“Maybe you four should leave,” the striped Tundra who'd been singing on stage before said with a small pout.
The Imperial kept his hard gaze locked on the four blue dragons as he lifted the table with a bubble of magic, and it was repaired almost instantly. He dropped it back down in front of them with a heavy thud before hissing, “I will not have ruffians in my tavern.”
The striped Tundra she-drake resumed her singing as the Pearls and Luce began slinking to the door. As they were leaving, Fortuity gestured rudely when the Imperial had turned his back, and Maven quickly dragged her along before the red dragon could turn back around.
Once they were out, they quickened their paces until they were a good distance away, and Magus heaved a sigh of relief, but also braced himself. “Guys, I can explain—”
“You'd better,” Fortuity snarled to him, flattening her ears.
“And it better be good,” Maven said. His sister narrowed her eyes at him, and he stayed quiet as she spoke to Magus again.
“You're always running off and getting yourself into more trouble,” Fortuity growled. “And I'm always the one saving your scales. When are you going to grow up and take more responsibility?”
“I couldn't just do nothing when I saw what happened to Luce,” Magus protested, standing his ground. “She needs my help.” Luce hissed in pain again, but when Magus tried using his magic once more, his claws barely glowed. “Please,” he begged his siblings, “I can't just leave her or take her back...”
Fortuity's eyes softened, but only slightly, and she huffed. “Fine. I know somedrake who might help. But you have to promise that you won't do anything else reckless.”
Magus allowed a weakened Luce to lean on him. “I promise,” he vowed.
“Tui,” Maven hissed in exasperation. “Not...him? You can't possibly mean—”
“Yes, him,” Fortuity said. “He can help Luce. And he owes me a favour.”
Soon they arrived at a local tavern, and took their seats at an empty table. A beautiful striped Tundra she-drake stood on the stage at the back, singing her song softly. At the other end of the tavern, they both saw a strange hefty brown dragon chug the glass of water he'd been given before leaping from his chair, and dashed out the door. Other dragons whispered to each other, snickering.
“I know that dragon,” Luce spoke low as she gazed to where the brown dragon had left. “He's the one that puts the Warning posters up all over the Expanse.”
“Warning posters?” Magus echoed with a whisper.
Luce nodded in another direction, and he followed her eyes. There was one poster hanging up on a far wall, the portrait on the page was that of an Imperial bearing a wicked grin, and the name below said 'Thimbleweed'.
“Nodrake seems to know who he is,” she explained, “except Azoth. Rumours are that dragons have been disappearing because of Thimbleweed.”
“Does anydrake know where he lives?” Magus wondered.
Luce shook her head. “Some say he's a spirit. Others say he's not even real. The only dragon who's ever seen him is Azoth, and that he bound some of Thimbleweed's powers with a magic collar so he can't steal souls. But dragons are still going missing, and some believe he's still taking souls.” She paused when movement in the back caught her eyes, and she lowered her voice. “Dragons are coming this way,” she said through a pained hiss. Magus' claws glowed again, but Luce only shook her head.
“Better be careful mentioning Thimbleweed,” one of the dragons, a pale Guardian with sandy wings, taunted. “He may just snatch you up, next.”
“And take you Eleven knows where,” another, a Spiral with glittering eyes said with a smirk.
“To do Eleven knows what,” a voice hissed from behind. They appeared to be Fae, and their eyes swirled from behind a bird mask. Multiple paws were clasped and others rubbed together.
Magus remained still, but Luce's claws started to dig into the table's smooth surface as she fought her agony, and she struggled to stay as still as he. She sent him the same look, and he understood.
“Tough talk,” Magus finally spoke up, “for dragons who've never met Thimbleweed and lived to tell the tale,” he boasted.
“Is that so?” the Guardian rumbled with amusement. “Did you dazzle him with your cheap tricks?” he said, knocking Magus' hat off.
Magus caught his hat before it could hit the floor and placed it snugly back where it belonged. “I wasn't talking about me,” he said as he nodded in Luce's direction. “This dragon here made off with some of his inventions and made them part of her,” he added, thinking quickly. “He couldn't even stop her,” he rambled on, “she could've zapped him to ash if she'd wanted.”
The three other dragons appeared surprised, until the Guardian scoffed. “You expect us to believe this puffball stole from Thimbleweed?” he asked as he now leaned on the table. “You both look like you should be picking flowers,” he sneered, and the others snickered, “for your own funerals,” he finished with a wicked smile.
Luce's claws dug deeper into the table, and her body stiffened as the metal ridges along her spine began lighting up. Magus wanted to reach to her again, but she sent him another look, and he faced the others.
“I wouldn't make her mad if I were you,” he warned, keeping up the act as smoothly as he could. The others took one step back as he added, “You don't want to get in her way once she's charged up.”
“He's bluffing,” the Spiral said, tilting his head to one side as he grinned.
The trio chuckled, and the Guardian said, “The only thing that's going to be charged is the static in her fur. You two kids better run along.”
“And who's going to make them?”
The new voice made them all turn to see who had spoken. Two more blue Pearls strode towards them, and stood on either sides of Magus and Luce. One was dressed head to tail all in green, a quiver full of arrows at her side. The other was clad in shining silver armour, with a crossbow and sword on either of his sides. Their eyes were as emerald-green as Magus', but the she-drake's gaze was twice as fierce.
“You?” she scoffed at the Guardian. “You're all talk, and your goons are just a sparkly unicorn and a child's nightmare,” she said, gesturing to the Spiral and Fae, who had drifted back to the Guardian's side.
Magus almost smiled before remembering to keep his face as blank as he could. His elder siblings Fortuity and Maven had come to his rescue. Again, he thought with brief dread. He glanced to Luce again, and her claws were digging deeper still, but nodrake else seemed to notice.
“I'd like to see the three of you try to take us on,” Maven said as he puffed out his chest and placed one paw on his sword. “I'll have you brutes know that I'm the best swordsdrake where I'm from!”
“And the best show-off,” Fortuity murmured, rolling her eyes.
“Oh go find a princess to save, you little twit,” the Guardian snorted.
“I have a princess, actually,” Maven stated proudly. “She's...just not here, of course...”
“Squash 'em,” the strange Fae giggled.
“Not a bad idea,” the Guardian agreed, cracking his knuckles. “We'll start with you—”
Suddenly the table was blown at them with tremendous force that it knocked the three dragons back with a blast. Shock crossing their faces, they struggled to rise, and they couldn't believe their eyes.
Fortuity, Maven and Magus were just as stunned to see lightning crackling at Luce's claws and along the metal down her spine. The Tundra's breathing was laboured as she forced herself to keep from crying out in agony. Magus could bear seeing her like this no longer. He leapt from his seat and held her, his claws glowing brighter than they ever have as he summoned all of his magic. Soon Luce's pain ceased, and they both leaned into each other, exhausted.
Complete silence had flooded the entire tavern as every pair of eyes now rested on the four blue dragons. Some began whispering, until heavy footsteps silenced them. A huge, deep-red Imperial stalked towards the three Pearls and Tundra, his yellow eyes narrowed.
“What's going on here?” he questioned them with a deep rumble, and he briefly eyed the damaged table that had been launched across the room.
“Maybe you four should leave,” the striped Tundra who'd been singing on stage before said with a small pout.
The Imperial kept his hard gaze locked on the four blue dragons as he lifted the table with a bubble of magic, and it was repaired almost instantly. He dropped it back down in front of them with a heavy thud before hissing, “I will not have ruffians in my tavern.”
The striped Tundra she-drake resumed her singing as the Pearls and Luce began slinking to the door. As they were leaving, Fortuity gestured rudely when the Imperial had turned his back, and Maven quickly dragged her along before the red dragon could turn back around.
Once they were out, they quickened their paces until they were a good distance away, and Magus heaved a sigh of relief, but also braced himself. “Guys, I can explain—”
“You'd better,” Fortuity snarled to him, flattening her ears.
“And it better be good,” Maven said. His sister narrowed her eyes at him, and he stayed quiet as she spoke to Magus again.
“You're always running off and getting yourself into more trouble,” Fortuity growled. “And I'm always the one saving your scales. When are you going to grow up and take more responsibility?”
“I couldn't just do nothing when I saw what happened to Luce,” Magus protested, standing his ground. “She needs my help.” Luce hissed in pain again, but when Magus tried using his magic once more, his claws barely glowed. “Please,” he begged his siblings, “I can't just leave her or take her back...”
Fortuity's eyes softened, but only slightly, and she huffed. “Fine. I know somedrake who might help. But you have to promise that you won't do anything else reckless.”
Magus allowed a weakened Luce to lean on him. “I promise,” he vowed.
“Tui,” Maven hissed in exasperation. “Not...him? You can't possibly mean—”
“Yes, him,” Fortuity said. “He can help Luce. And he owes me a favour.”
Continued in Soul Part 1
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