Shift
(#38056932)
The Prophet
Bones
Dire Hyena
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Energy: 47/50
This dragon’s natural inborn element is Nature.
Female Imperial
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Personal Style
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Skin
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Measurements
Length
24.82 m
Wingspan
23.8 m
Weight
6340.66 kg
Genetics
Beige
Ripple
Ripple
Beige
Peregrine
Peregrine
Driftwood
Runes
Runes
Hatchday
Breed
Eye Type
Level 5 Imperial
EXP: 1341 / 5545
STR
6
AGI
6
DEF
6
QCK
5
INT
8
VIT
8
MND
6
Lineage
Parents
Offspring
- Tafadel
- Spinel
- Candal
- Nimriel
- Ajah
- Xylon
- Brohl
- Yan
- Cantata
- Casado
- Sora
- Phedre
- Tarnish
- Dumorne
- Ruby
- Echo
- Leilana
- Apachu
- Twitch
- Riviel
- Delilah
- Maldwyn
- Alaula
- Zuras
- Fain
- Soel
- Yula
- Deidre
- Chen
- Vitas
- Eros
- Chico
- Jassu
- Nijah
- Doubt
- Larceny
- Guilt
- Regicide
- Fear
- Alexia
- Aranict
- Fidele
- Lorvora
- Fir
- Finbok
- Nenya
- Duncan
- Panthera
- Heise
- Raenice
- Boar
Biography
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♕ S H I F T The Prophet ╰ ╭  ╰ ╭ 
DINGO
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RAT
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IRUKA
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SHIFT
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PARAGON
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Disorganized | Adventurous | Sage ╰ bio template by squidragon adapted by Katalist
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Cursed with the all seeing eyes
Doesn't want her skill Ran away but fate drew her elsewhere Wrapped up in a prophecy too big for her to understand Wish it would all just stop, and to please leave her alone
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mukuroikusabas wrote:
She can hear him, and it's driving her mad.
Not that she wasn't mad to begin with, no, she was quite properly insane. But this is only making things so, so much worse. If this old undead geezer doesn't stop yapping in her ear, Shift thinks, she's going to shut him up for good. How? She's... not entirely sure about that part, but she'll get it done! She always gets it done, after all. She's Shift StoneClaw, of the StoneClaw family, of course she gets it done. She's a powerful creature, strong enough to control the sands and the dunes that swirl around her. Strong enough to make the wind do her bidding when she tries hard enough. Yes, Shift is not a creature who needs to be trifled with, but this undead tax fellow following her, asking her about the dragon only she can see, she's starting to get a little irritated. She wishes the other would just sod off already, take a hint and leave. She knows she can never be that lucky, though, and resigns herself to her fate for yet another night as she rests her head on her paws and attempts to drift off into another fitful sleep.
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Blood trickles down the hierarchy. Flashes of sand, blasted into the air by an imperial’s collision. Another, darker imperial, with eyes of red, lunging towards his neck. A scroll, with names on it. Blood drips off it onto a canvas floor. A female’s voice, warning no one in particular. Watch the emperor with the heartbeat…. She rolled over in her sleep, momentarily stirred by a bird’s cry. Three-fingered hands laying organs into canopic jars. The one designed for the heart is cracked, and blood leaks from it. The red-eyed emperor trips and falls, allowing the golden imperial to brace a spear against the emperor’s chest. A tail swings against heavy sandstone brick, causing dust to fall softly. Bones rattle in the distance. A claw rips open the stomach of a female imperial, and the insides are black. Teams of slaves, chained to each other, digging under the hot sun while an emperor sidles by. An imperial, with wings of black, looking for her. He disappears as he sees her. A defeated emperor and a dead imperial lay entwined around each other, locked amid their death throes. They will never be separated. Blood runs down the steps of a grand temple. The statues cry for their king. A fly buzzed around her foot, resulting in a sleepy twitch. Mothers hiding their sons. They scream as their child is taken away. An emperor’s three heads slither up and over a dead nocturne. There is a coin under his tongue. The father begs and pleads. A flower in a lovely black pot falls off a stone pillar. Blood runs through the cracks and drips down a statue. The head of the kingdom. The hierarchy shall fall. Blood trickles down the hierarchy. Shift finally woke, in a mass of sweat and straw. Centaurs dozed around her, in separate stalls. It was not a comfortable space, for an imperial of her size, but the inn was full and the night too cool to sleep under the stars. The dreams were back. The visions changed, though she could not figure the patterns, but none of the images were new. Some nights she even saw the full battle between the imperial and the emperor. Shaking the straw out of her mane, she sat up, rubbing her head. Another wicked headache, centring on a point on the back of her skull. She needed to drink more water. Stepping out into the light of the dawn, she tracked the sun’s path and headed in the opposite direction.
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It was silent up in the clouds, the giant balls of mist softening any noise from other flying dragons. His wings flapped slightly, as if the effort of flying was no strain at all. He wondered – for a minute – about the consequences of his leaving his post. A few years ago, he would have been struck out of the sky. But the absence of divine punishment confirmed his suspicions. The emperor had forgotten. Once he prostrated himself before the many-headed deity, where he’d received his task in full. After that, there had been few, blessed moments where the emperor would grace his mind. Iruka gave the emperor his full, undivided affection, and wept when the emperor pulled away. He would sit there, the power of a thousand ancient spirits weighing down his heart and threading black lines through the shadows of his vision. But one night he had woken, and the touch was gone. A chill ran down his spine. Oh, what he’d give to have the blessed interaction with his god again. But just like another of his undead playthings, Dingo, and in turn Iruka, was simply tossed aside when their own lives stagnated. Dingo settled, with a steady job in a massive marketplace. He was not destined for grandeur. Iruka had lost his chance when he dared to rise in front of the Emperor. They each deserved their punishment, and the Emperor’s all-seeing-eyes had unfocused over their lives and moved on. So, he did not fear the god anymore. He had found a new purpose. She had appeared in his dreams, a prophet of many pasts. Such an oracle had appeared only a few thousand times in the entirety of the millennia, he had heard offhandedly from the other imperials. The world was due for another one. He tilted himself downward. An imperial with a charge. He grimaced at the comparison. And yet his nose seemed to face the direction of the many-eyed prophet. And so he followed, diving down through the skies. She was close.
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Shift had been flying for hours now, with no end in sight. She didn’t know where the end was, just that she needed to get distance between her old self and her present. The visions had chased her for longer than her father’s cavalry, but unlike the visions, their arrows bit. She had no intentions of going back. She had tried diverting off her path, to visit the icefields or the Tangled Wood, but a few hours would pass and she’d notice the same glistening streams and paddocks. Something urged her to head to the Shrieking Wilds. She was musing on it when a golden and black mass knocked her out of the sky. She flipped onto her back, lunging and biting at her large assailant, but the ground rushed up too quick.
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Iruka dabbed a strong-smelling cloth at the large scratch on his face. She was nasty, and didn’t take to surprises easily, apparently. Certainly, he was not intending to be face-to-face with an imperial of his bloodlines, but His family had never learnt to fight so dirty. Serves her right for crossing his path. Shift started to stir. The fall had knocked her unconscious, but not before she got a few good snaps in. Slowly bringing her head up, Iruka finally got a good look at the prophet, the imperial filling his dreams. She was young, and very bedraggled. Straw stuck out of her mane at odd angles, and her whiskers were quite short, even for a female. Her skin was rough and dusty, like a fine coating of sand covered her scales. What fascinated him most were the eyes, slowly blinking over her body. They would never have any physical use, but their presence meant she had access to planes only Great Ones could transcend. She was a Viewer, a prophet. And she was about to hit him again. A tail swung out, ready to trip him, and he sidestepped it. It had taken him many years to master blending in, and the less interaction dragons had with his invisible body, the less they’d doubt their surroundings. But Shift wasn’t stopping. She stopped, and growled, looking directly at him. Not through him, like the occasional hyperalert dragon. She could see him. “Speak your name, threat! Who sent you?” Shift was incensed at the audacity of the smug imperial. He paled when she spoke to him. He cleared his throat before she began to pace. A voice, rusty from years of disuse, wobbled out a reply. “Iruka, Priest of the Sands and Royal attendant of The Pharoah of the First Beam of Light.” “You can see me,” he added a little stupidly. Shift huffed, like a lioness awoken from a long nap. She was still very groggy, but the sight of this intruder ****** her off. “Do you know me, Iruka? Are you a servant of my father’s? If you are, then leave before I kill you.” “I must confess….” His throat hurt. “I do not know your father. I smell your bloodlines, and I feel we have many ancestors in common. But I have never met your father.” His seriousness muffled his eagerness to be talking with someone who could see him. “Then why do I know you? Why have I seen you before?” “You have eyes that which no others can see from. A great being has blessed you with the Celestial Sight. You can see through ancient magics, it is why you can see me. I mean you no harm-" “And yet you come before me with an Emperor on your back. Do you really mean me no harm?” The mention of his pharaoh confused him. His pharaoh had left, possibly in search of her. She was probably seeing echoes of his presence, if not the curse itself. “I…have no intention to harm you. I have been warned about you, and your connection to us.” Shift’s bluster suddenly faded. Instead of a large dangerous foe, a young, confused girl stood in its place. “…Us? Connection? Please don’t tell me I am a part of something greater. I just managed to escape from that reality. Look, I appreciate our conversation, but I think you need to go.” Iruka stepped in front of her as she was whirling around to leave. “Us. I apologise for involving you in this, but your life was already dictated before you were born. You are part of the greatest good, you are the Prophet to my Pharaoh. And he has decided you will herald his arrival.” “And what if I say no?” Shift was looking for an escape behind Iruka’s shoulder. “You do not simply say no to the Pharaoh. Enough deities war inside his head for him to pay any sympathy to another dissident at his feet. You will be killed if you do not participate.” Shift stopped her panicked search to stare at his face. He had gotten incredibly close, and she could smell the heat emanating off him, like the sun on parched sand. His face, however, was not kind. It was the hard gaze of a dragon resigned to his fate. She tried to match his emotions with a glare of her own. “But I can still say no to you. Why must I follow you?” Iruka chose that moment to whirl around, muttering some vague nonsense about fate. He took a few steps into the forest surrounding the impromptu clearing and waited for her to follow. He matched the vision she had this morning. With a start she realised that was the first vision she had about the future. She stayed put. “My name is Shift. I have… dreams.” “They’re not dreams-“ “Regardless, I am having dreams about the past and future. Do you know anything about that?” Iruka chuckled, a deep laugh for something so quick and breathless. “I am not a prophet, Shift. But I do know about your visions. If you come with me, I’ll teach you to catalogue and control them. You’ll need a record if you wish to interpret them.” “Do they eventually go away?” Iruka sighed. “A wasted potential, but yes. Once you write them down, the message fades. Its how you can tell a dream from a vision. Come. You’ll need to meed a few people, and we don’t have much time to discuss. Shift hesitated, then followed. Perhaps there was a bed for her to enjoy.
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