Ankhesi
(#35853089)
Level 1 Coatl
Familiar
Enchanted Armaments
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Energy: 50/50
This dragon’s natural inborn element is Lightning.
Female Coatl
This dragon is hibernating.
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Personal Style
Apparel
Skin
Scene
Measurements
Length
8.22 m
Wingspan
9.17 m
Weight
973.19 kg
Genetics
Hickory
Jaguar
Jaguar
White
Bee
Bee
Amber
Gembond
Gembond
Hatchday
Breed
Eye Type
Level 1 Coatl
EXP: 0 / 245
STR
5
AGI
8
DEF
5
QCK
6
INT
8
VIT
5
MND
8
Lineage
Parents
- none
Offspring
- none
Biography
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No piece of history is ever truly lost; some fragment of it is always left behind. That is what we must believe. |
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Long ago, when dragonkind itself was still young, many different groups of dragons settled across Sornieth, raising vast empires for themselves and waging war against others in the hopes to gain more territory for their respective groups. The deities above, who felt it had been a very short time since they settled their own wars, shook their heads and could do little but watch their children; they were young, and had much to learn.
These first dragons had very potent blood and magic, as they were direct creations of the deities. As the years went on and the dragons bred, the blood would be diluted, to contain only a sliver of what they had all that time ago; as such, dragons born with no draconic bloodline to speak of were revered as young deities themselves, and often rose to greater ranks with ease. Their enhanced strength, senses, and magical abilities put them in a rank all their own, and these young deities took on roles far above mere leadership; they became protectors of lands, or had their own gifts to give to those who revered them, such as boons for a season or trait of dragons, and these deities were viewed as benevolent ones, showering their disciples with many great things. Sornieth was not always as it is now; the world was splintered, elemental islands near to one another and yet didn't touch--not for many, many centuries to come. Atop one of these islands was a rich oasis, surrounded by desert; but the oasis itself was fed by a grand river, which held not only the purest water, but the richest minerals for the land, which certainly helped for growing food. The dragons who settled here (and later became known as Ashoat [ash-oh-aht]) were intelligent, hardy dragons; their beauty was unparalleled across Sornieth, for while many groups could boast about one particularly beautiful trait or another, these dragons were beautiful overall, inside and out. They decorated themselves with fine silks and linens, jewelry, and delicate touches of makeup; their minds were sharp, as were their tongues, and they sought out great things in the world, beyond simply having more land. The location chosen for their "capital", so to speak, was a wise one indeed. In this time of war, dragons were always fighting one another, and this particular island was looked over by the others, as they presumed it was nothing but sand. However, the Ashoat knew the lands had more promise than that; after all, why else would their deities have created it? Their home land, where their empire would start from, was surrounded to the east and west by nothing but, of course, sand. The journey across the desert would take weeks, even by flight, by which time, most dragons would become dehydrated and wither, if they didn't succumb to the oppressive heat at day and freezing temperatures at night. The water of their river ran south; dragons can fly for a while, but eventually, they need to rest. Flying is also more revealing, and as such other means of travel are preferred for large groups of dragons, to maintain some sense of concealment. The Ashoat did not like to fight; they focused on expanding their intelligence and fortifying their beauty, and this was shown with each new ruler they chose. Their new leader had to not only be beautiful, but had to be very wise, and in all situations except a very rare one, they were direct children of the deities. None of these royals were perfect; each had flaws, but they were adored by the Ashoat, and looked to for guidance. Despite being practically immortal unless fatally wounded, a new ruler was selected every so often so the previous one would be free to live their life however they wished. Once their reign as leader was over, they were exalted to the ranks of a young deity, learning from the ancients how to harness their abilities to create gifts and boons for the lands they once led. One of the more famous rulers was Siphtah; he was the youngest recorded ruler to receive the position, but the land flourished under his care. It is said his wings themselves were made from gold, allowing him to shower the lands he watched over with riches and love. He was a fair and just ruler, and when it was time for him to be exalted to the ranks of the young deities, his gift for the lands happened to be fertility; both for the dragons and the lands. He also brought one specific rain each year, which fed the land better than with any minerals from the river. While each ruler had monuments erected in their memory once they moved on to the higher rank, Siphtah had perhaps the grandest ones created for him. It would be no lie to say he was pleased as he watched his people raise these monuments in his honor, and so, for many, many years to come, he continued to shower them with his love and affection, even from the distance he now resided at. However, when his rain did not come one year, the dragons below were a bit confused. They flourished for the year as usual though, so they paid it no mind, attributing it to the fact that their beloved Siphtah was busy. As the years progressed and still his rain did not come, the earth was not as rich as it should be, and clutches were notably smaller as well. The dragons did not know what to do; they had always given their offerings and prayers to him, so why was he ignoring them now? Many began to fear they had offended him in some way, or even angered him, but one particularly bright scholar denied these fears and offered a very simple conclusion: Siphtah was lonely. It was true; Siphtah himself wouldn't have denied it, not even to appear happy for his followers. The dragons agreed they needed to find someone for Siphtah, for his sake and theirs. The same scholar had the perfect dragon in mind; the princess who was to take the role of leader the next year, going by the name of Ankhesi. Her beauty was unparalleled, and her rank would be the same as his, no lower. She was a brilliant young one, and though she was perhaps a little too greedy when it came to pretty jewelry, she wasn't one to use dirty ways to get what she wanted. As the dragons prepared the offering without even asking Ankhesi about it, she tried to figure out any way around it; she didn't want to belong to someone. She wanted to be earned and respected for who she was, not adored because she was handed over on a silver platter with an apple in her mouth. She had a love in her heart anyway, though she didn't even know their name; only that their face kept showing in her dreams when she slept, and she wanted only them, no other. No deity would catch her attention, only this mysteriously beautiful dragon she dreamt of. The fateful day came when she was offered to Siphtah; he was taken immediately, and asked her all about herself, but Ankhesi was having none of it. Her heart was conflicted between accepting this as her fate and fighting it. However, she knew that if she faked everything for Siphtah, they would both end up unhappy. After the other dragons left, she shook her head and stood away from him, telling him they would never make each other happy. Siphtah was taken aback, and then immediately demanded to know why not; lightning crackled around him as he held back a growl. "You will never have my heart," Ankhesi stated easily. In a fit of--perhaps childish--rage, Siphtah cursed Ankhesi; if he could not have her, then she would perish alone, never again to see her home or family. Suddenly, she found herself trapped in a goldish material that quickly hardened around her, and soon she was frozen, her shocked aqua eyes stuck open as she fell to the earth, landing somewhere in the desert. Siphtah's rage and loneliness reached the island below, splintering it and creating a large gorge that the region would later become famous for. That day, the river ran dry, as if it too were fleeing from his emotions. Ankhesi's rejection of Siphtah brought about a sudden, unstoppable end to the reign of the Ashoat, erasing them from history as if they'd never been there. The capital had been swallowed by the very ground, leaving behind no traces; many dragons lost their lives, nests were destroyed, and those who had survived the initial storm had no hopes to make it across the barren desert they'd surrounded themselves by. Siphtah himself, once he'd calmed, wanted to run away from all he'd done. But as he looked around at the destroyed land he'd once protected and destroyed in a single moment of loss, he could do nothing but weep, and further curse Ankhesi for causing him to lose himself. Dry lightning streaked across the sky, dark clouds gathering around Siphtah as he mourned the loss he had caused.  Time passed slowly; it was like a really, really long dream. Suddenly though, it was as if someone shook her. A deafening crack sounded around her, and she was suddenly freed from her beautiful golden prison, even if she were pinned beneath some strange, large... She paused, inspecting the item more closely. The way its coppery surface shimmered made her remember something...but even as she blinked slowly, the only thing on her mind was staring at this strange object, not even her life being processed within her brain. A short time later, the object was lifted off her; she was still rather deep in the sand, unseen by those above, but even from down there, she could distinctly hear them chanting, "Heave! Ho!" as they moved the object. Needless to say, they were shocked when a sandy Coatl pulled herself out after the object was removed; chunks of amber clung to her body, and though the affliction wasn't uncommon or contagious, a few of the dragons backed away from her out of reflex. Her intelligent eyes swept over them, and she immediately realized they were dressed rather oddly--large goggles covered the tips of strange, dangling masks that couldn't have been made out of more than scraps, the dangling material covering their shoulders and stopping halfway down their body, with tiny, metal wings placed just in front of their horns, reminding her of the object she'd been pinned by. Golden metal glinted from certain spots, large, glowing aqua circles centered in the rings of metal, and what she thought on first glance were black ropes were tied around each dragon's frame; each of the group had hunks of metal tucked in pouches fashioned into the sides of the rags themselves. A couple of them, extremely large dragons with dangerous looking spikes all over, had horrendously long noses, as well... Paired with their strange manner of speaking--they were muttering as they stared even now--she concluded she was not home. No, far from it, she decided when one stepped forward and dared to touch her. In his defense, he claimed to be trying to help her up, since she seemed rather confused. The strange, primal hiss she uttered was foreign to all in the group as she recoiled, her eyes showing no lack of offense. The words she spoke were not understood by any around her, though she knew she spoke perfectly clearly, a line any she had grown up with would understand; "I would request an audience with one possessing intelligence." The group looked among themselves, one whispering in a strange voice, one that weaved so smoothly yet informally, whereas her tongue weaved intricate, stern-sounding syllables, exotic to them yet so familiar to her. "Yo, I think she hit her head. We gotta take her to the boss or somethin', she's speakin' total gibberish," he said, voice muffled by the strange mask he wore. She watched their eyes flick from her to themselves; from the looks of things, they wanted to take her somewhere. She wanted to go home, she knew that for certain; however, she had no idea where that was, and if these strange dragons were all she had to go by, it would seem she was very far from it. If they were her only hope to get home, she would have to accept, but that didn't mean she liked it in the least, especially since these particular individuals seemed... 'I am doomed,' she moped. Suddenly, a loud clap of thunder shook the ground, brilliant aqua streaking across the sky. The other dragons all cringed a bit, but Ankhesi stared up in fear and awe. What was this strange magic? Surely this was no ordinary storm. It was so much closer and stronger than any she'd ever seen. "The boss is gettin' mad," one of the dragons with the disgustingly long nose muttered, "We gotta get this thing fixed. Even a single one down destroys our productivity." The rest of the group muttered in agreement, one reaching into a bag and offering Ankhesi a set of the rags they wore. Her expression was stricken; the horror! The dragon simply rolled his eyes, though. "Look, lady, fancy jewels and metal aren't gonna save you out here; what were you doing wearing stuff like that so close to the Farm anyway? Here, put it on." She continued to stare; how was she supposed to put on garments like these? They were so complicated. And what are those glowing blue things on them? He sighed and, after showing her his hands, which were attached to arms much shorter than his legs, grabbed the hood and tossed it over her, putting the mask in place before snapping the hood closed with practiced ease. He didn't bother with any garments beyond the horribly uncomfortable contraption he'd placed upon her head; it was heavy, scratchy, and absolutely... "Dreadful," she whined quietly, the word inaudible beneath the mask. She would have to deal with this if she ever wanted to go home though, so she kept her complaints to a minimum. While the rest of the team worked on moving the metal...thing that had fallen and freed her, the dragon who had adjusted her outfit took care of some loose ropes strewn about the sand. Ankhesi watched in silence, amazed by the size of the metal thing the group was moving. She still had no name for it, however. He had finished with the ropes rather quickly--though to her surprise, they sparked and moved of their own volition as if they were snakes--and returned to her side, stretching a bit as the team finished with the metal thing and was currently looking over something in one of the long-nosed dragon's claws. Ankhesi's attention was still on the metal thing, however; when the dragon by her side spoke suddenly, she jumped, making him laugh. "You act like you've never been out here before. Spires fall from time to time, though we try to make sure it doesn't happen. I've been working with a team to make them more secure, but with the craziness out here, what can ya do?" he asked rhetorically with a hearty laugh. Her eyes wandered over the "spire" as he'd called it. She took in many details of it before noticing a flaw near the bottom--something her kind was good at finding. Taking a single delicate claw, her eyes went to the sand; clearly, these imbeciles could not understand her words, so she would draw them a picture--literally. The dragon by her side noticed her silence and turned his attention to the ground, where she was doodling. The spire in question was not rooted in the ground deeply enough, and judging by the twisted base of it, it needed more support than simply sticking it back in the sand. The ropes--though she had no true name for them yet--clearly channeled energy of sorts, and needed to be rerouted so they were just below the surface instead of deep beneath, as the way they'd been wrapped around the base of the spire before made the sand shift too much for the spire to stay upright. The direction it was facing now allowed it to catch too much wind as well, meaning it was easier for it to fall. She drew out a better diagram for placing the spire back in a better way, making certain to get her point across about turning it a bit, too. The dragon next to her stared at the drawing in silence, and after looking at it for a good few minutes, and if his arms hadn't been so short, he probably would've put his head in his paws afterward. It was so obvious. After relaying her suggestions to the team, they adjusted the spire accordingly, then looked over the other spires in the area; some others would have to be adjusted as well--all the ones that had fallen in the past, as they had the same flaws as this one. As he walked over to Ankhesi again, one of the dragons called out, "Corvid," gaining his attention. 'Corvid,' she thought to herself. "What?" the dragon responded, eyes wandering back to the team. "We'll run the plans by the boss. Get her out of here, would ya? There's a storm comin', I can feel it," one of the gargantuan long-nosed dragons said. Corvid nodded and tilted his head to the side with an odd jerking motion. Ankhesi stared at him a moment, confused by the odd gesture--was there something wrong with his neck? He paused when she did not move and did so himself, walking ahead of her as she followed easily. Perhaps not; if he wanted her to follow, he could have attempted to say so instead of attempting such a strange dance move. They walked in silence for some time; the sand was different, but familiar beneath her feet, and she was pleased with this. At least something was still the same--sort of. Aqua streaks of lightning split the sky almost constantly at this point, nothing like normal. She looked around for anything that looked familiar, but saw nothing except the endless stretch of sand around, aside from the spires and rope on the ground. The place was disorganized, to say the least. "So, uh.. Where do ya live?" Corvid spoke up suddenly. "Y'know, home?" Her pace slowed as she thought, her eyes far away. Suddenly, memories hit of that fateful day; Siphtah's anger, her imprisonment, and just before her mind was dulled by sleep, she remembered seeing her home split apart and destroyed before her eyes, though the world was already misshapen and colored strangely from inside her cage. She stopped altogether. Everything she had ever known was...gone? No, that couldn't be. Impossible. And yet even now she could distinctly remember falling to the desert, screaming in her head because she was physically frozen, unable to do anything for those who tried to flee from the sudden destructive storm that opened great craters in the ground, causing monuments and lairs to cave in and fall. Slowly she looked down at herself for the first time and noted large, golden chunks of that same stuff still clung to her, ruining her gorgeous appearance. She sat down without a care, surprising Corvid. She shook her head, eyes downcast. How could she have forgotten all this? Her home was gone and here she was, worried about trivial little things like long noses and spires. It was all her fault. All she'd needed to do was accept Siphtah and she couldn't. Corvid hummed, coming closer and inspecting her more closely, staying silent for a moment before saying, "Hey, I'll help you find home." Ankhesi wanted to laugh; but honestly, that would've been cruel. Help her find home? It was gone. But that didn't mean hope wasn't out there, right? Lore by foxshapedshadows  |
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