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Myriam

(#3850536)

Level 25 Nocturne

Familiar

Darktouched Chimera

Energy: 0/50

Personal Style

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Skin

Scene

Physical Attributes

Battle Stats

Measurements

Length

1.3 m

Wingspan

1.57 m

Weight

3.11 kg

Genetics

Emerald
Iridescent

Storm
Alloy

Sunshine
Capsule

Hatchday

Jun 03, 2014
(9 years)

Breed

Adult
Nocturne

Eye Type

Plague
Uncommon

Level 25 Nocturne

Max Level

STR

126

AGI

DEF

QCK

INT

VIT

MND

Lineage

Parents

none

Offspring

Biography

Nephrite's Scroll Log wrote:

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Matriarch of the Vulcanblight, Myriam is a battle-hardened veteran of many a difficult hunt. While a team player by mirror nature, she has slowly warmed up to the unusual concept of living with a consistent pack, even one made up of dragons from all walks of life. In keeping with her breed's tradition, she holds no official title of power, but others in the clan have great respect for her worldliness. They consider her their leader, though they know better than to insult the Mirror way by saying it to her face. This remains true even after her change in form.

Since her rebirth as a Nocturne, very little about her has truly changed, some things less so than others. Among the most notable are her continued disdain for speech and that she remains capable of reading heat signatures. Her clanmates also take quiet delight in her struggle to adapt to--and in some cases to resist--Nocturne habits. While she tries very hard to keep up her strong-and-silent-type persona, the new urges of mimicry tickle at the back of her mind. At unexpected times she has begun to echo back only the most ridiculous of sounds from surrounding conversation. This is particularly true when she spends time with the hatchlings.

Though she may seem distant, she is particularly fond of her companion, Lyle. He was a nuisance at first but quickly proved to be helpful. She claims his regenerative spells are the finest in all of the Wandering Contagion and finds it sweet that he (sort of) remembers her favorite foods. It's endearing that he's always so interested in the stories of her greatest hunts.

Quote:

(ʘ‿ʘ)ノ✿ Hold my flower.

The two of them often take the young dragons of the clan out hunting. In true Plague fashion, they dive in head first in the leafy greens of the kelp bed. Starting in the training fields is for those who haven't been as abundantly blessed with strength and cunning. Or at least those who don't have this pair about. She's very careful with the youth and has been known to throw herself between them and an incoming attack, even at the risk of her own well being.

When the first Nocturnes emerged from the shadows with their confounding and well-toothed chests, Myriam led an expedition to remove them from her territory. While very few made their way into the Plaguelands, she and Lyle worked to also chase the beasts from the surrounding areas as an act of forethought to prevent them from ever invading their beloved home. Their efforts were met with rich reward, most notably in the form of a pair of elusive breed scrolls that were promptly stowed away in the clan vault.

Metamorphosis at the Guide's Command

Not long after the reclusive breed returned to its shade-bathed roots, Lorelei the Seeker sought an audience with her. She spoke of a vision she'd had where the clan's guiding spirit showed a new dragon, a Nocturne. It appeared in the mists, wings raised proudly, and let out a high-pitched cry that shook the ground and Lorelei herself. About the Nocturne's feet stood an enormous brood of eggs about to hatch. Their shells split open, and hatchlings of the same breed burst forth. Before The Seeker could speak to the adult Nocturne, both it and its young disappeared back into the swirling abyss. Though she knew not how, she sensed this mysterious dragon to be none other than the proud leader of her clan.

Lorelei's vision so greatly inspired the matriarch that she opened her maw, and from it fell not a growl but Draconian speech, an occurrence so rare that Lyle himself had only once or twice claimed to have been graced by her words. "I shall follow the Guide. Gather the clan at the mouth of the lair, so that all may look on as the will is fulfilled."

In very little time, all were gathered at the designated place, their hushed whispers like wind through the bare brush. They watched as the matriarch's eyes glowed in the blackness of the lair, growing brighter with every step she took towards her family. A low hiss like a rattlesnake's warning tickled the walls with its echo, and Myriam stepped out into the fading daylight, a scroll curled tightly in her tail.

She laid it on a stone slab and sat on her haunches, running her claws over the scroll's carpenter wax seal. It bore a crude image of the face of a Nocturne with an oversized bat-like nose that drew the eye unfairly to it. She closed her smaller set of eyes and peeled the seal from the parchment. Her mouth moved, and her voice rumbled in her chest, nearly inaudible at first but rapid in the increase of its volume. The words she spoke were ancient Draconian, the spell written on the scroll. As the words spilled from her scaly lips, her body twitched and writhed of its own accord, her skin stretching and tearing as her flesh and bones rippled to its new form beneath the surface. Once or twice the pain became unbearable and a scream of pain punctuated a line of the text, but she dug her claws into the barren soil and pushed through it.

The spell's conclusion, marked by a powerful howl that contracted into a painful screech, left her an unconscious bleeding Nocurne beneath a heap of scraps of skin in the dirt. Lyle rushed up to her fallen form and smeared a concoction from salve kamaitachi bottles over the open wounds scattered across her flesh. "Worry not," he said softly, though to whom no one knew. "The shedding will come, and all will be healed." He gently ran a paw over her, sloughing off what skin he could.

Lorelei stepped forth and spoke in a loud voice. "This is the will of the Guide, servant of the Plaguemother. Myriam of the Wastes heeded the call for the better of the clan, and her reward, our reward, will be great. May we all follow in her enlightened footsteps."

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