Desolan
(#35341608)
Level 25 Mirror
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Energy: 48/50
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Personal Style
Apparel
Skin
Scene
Measurements
Length
5.42 m
Wingspan
3.78 m
Weight
554.11 kg
Genetics
Oilslick
Python
Python
Eldritch
Constellation
Constellation
Fog
Sparkle
Sparkle
Hatchday
Breed
Eye Type
Level 25 Mirror
Max Level
STR
129
AGI
8
DEF
5
QCK
50
INT
5
VIT
13
MND
5
Lineage
Parents
- none
Offspring
- none
Biography
Aspect: Anguish — severe mental or physical pain and suffering |
Ability: Bide — Endures damage before returning the attack twofold. |
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DOES NOT TRUST
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For a single, breathless moment, everything was still. A hundred eyes fixed upward, whether in supplication or reverence it was impossible to tell. Something was happening. Something big. Far bigger than any one of them could explain. Or comprehend. Despite the brightness of the day- despite the warm caress of sunlight on scale and fur- darkness stretched across the land. Across the sky. Across the upturned faces of every awe-filled creature. Inky fingers lazed forward, cold and silent and demanding. And every creature heard the call. It whispered dark praise and coy promises. It spoke of forbidden, unknown- unknowable- things that left those who heard with an empty yearning. For what they couldn’t- or wouldn’t- say. For a single, breathless moment, everything was still. United. A singularity in light and dark and everything and nothing. Of time and space. Of things that should not have touched. A celestial alignment of sun and moon and molten rock. A moment of divinity.
And suddenly the imp reared back, steam spilling from his open maw. He settled into an easy recline, his serpentine body lazily wrapping around the smaller dragon’s perch. Desolan watched the coils of scaly flesh with narrowed eyes. The tangled streaks of fur along its spine were coated with a viscous slime that glistened in the faint light. With the dragon’s proximity, Desolan could make out a cloyingly thick stench. It was almost a faint rot: heavy and unmistakable. “You’ve been waiting, haven’t you?” the dragon rumbled, head tilted to glare down at the smaller creature. “What have you been… anticipating, hmm?” Desolan hissed, backing up a few paces. There was a fizzle against his scales. Something dark and foreboding and impossibly tantalizing. Something that was unmistakably magic. Unmistakably his. The mirror shrugged, the motion nearly dislodging the smaller fae from her perch. The indignant squeak that burst from her small frame was well worth the thwack he received. “What even are you?” she continued, eyes practically blazing in the fading light, “Did you put any thought into it? Looks like you just crawled into something.” She finally turned to face him, scorn dripping from her maw. Her nose wrinkled, “And knowing you, it was something dead. Smells like it, too.” It was the first time she had said nothing. He didn’t ask again. Still, their faint light was as entrancing as it had been the first time he’d see them. Flittering around like lost souls. Like the forgotten memories of a thousand years. Like a half-forgotten promise. Or threat. They lit the path underfoot even through the last lingering rays of sunlight. Drifting close only to flitter away again. “We’re here,” the fae whispered, shifting into a crouch. Her claws tapped a pattern on his forehead and he paused, blinking away the stars that erupted across his vision. “Look alive.” Grumbling, he took in their surroundings, dimly noting the budding decorations. There were atmospheric lights strung up between trees like glowing intestines winding around them. Pulsing. Undulating. It made him think of something waiting. Something hungry. Something he wasn’t too inclined to meet. A dozen eyes seemed to be glaring at him, a myriad of voices hissing from the darkness. Impossibly familiar voices that he thought he'd finally been rid of. He took a step back, shaking his head. “Hey,” Revelous yelped, patting the side of his face, “You with me?” “...sorry,” he murmured, voice barely audible. She hummed, “Yeah well keep it together. We have a lot of places to go today, mkay? Getting to go around and get free stuff? Yes please. And you’re not going to mess this up, ok?” As he padded forward, she trilled, quickly running her hands over her outfit to ensure it was still in place. “Good,” she chirruped upon finding everything in order. Excitement buzzed in her small frame and she was finding it harder to sit still. Brightly light pumpkins marked out half-hidden paths. Cobwebs waved in faint breezes. The scent of pumpkin-spice and cinnamon hung thick in the air. It reminded her of home. Of long forgotten days of hatchlinghood. Sure she was supposed to be hunting. But she'd found one of the accursed eclipse-born demons and... well she wasn't too inclined to meet the others. It wasn't what she had thought it would be. A lot less glamorous, in fact. And, if Des had been any other dragon, she probably would have given up on her adventure long ago. But he was adamant to help. He insisted on tracking down the others of his kind. More than adamant. Almost... zealous... obsessed. She shivered, quickly shaking off the thought. If the other demons were even a quarter as... unhinged as Des was... well. She would agree with Des' assessment. There was something very wrong with them. |
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