Cawfee's dragon Raum

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Length

6.67 m

Wingspan

4.67 m

Weight

375.35 kg

Genetics

Honey
Wasp

Oilslick
Toxin

Black
Okapi

Hatchday

Jun 24, 2018
(5 years)

Breed

Adult
Wildclaw

Eye Type

Light
Uncommon

Level 25 Wildclaw

Max Level

STR

129

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QCK

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Biography

R A U M

R O A M E R

Metamorphosis

This warmth he was feeling now was unlike anything he had felt before. Sure, he had felt warmth before. Who wouldn't feel warmth from where he had come? But this was different. He lifted his head, maw slick with the blood of the drake he had hunted not long before and gazed around at the woods before him. He could hear the wind whispering through the leaves of the trees around him as if the large oaks were suddenly feeling uneasy with as to what he had just done. And perhaps they should be. Turning back to the remains of the drake below him, the beast gave a sigh at what little was left - remnants of bone and flesh. This one wouldn't be missed. The drake had appeared to have been an inexperienced traveler. After all, what sort of traveler travelled at nightfall by one's self? The beast, on a whim, had decided to show them just why it was such a treacherous thing to do and well. He thought that they had learned their lesson. By now the warmth from his feast was pulsating within him, becoming more prominent as the seconds ticked by, and because of this, he allowed a sly grin to stretch across his features. So. It was beginning.

Having never had the chance to step foot out of hell before, the beast hadn't quite known what to expect when the time finally came for him to acquire his new skin. The only thing that he knew for sure was that this poor imitation of a dragon that he was now - some horrid attempt at a Mirror with leathery brown skin - would eventually corrupt itself once he had claimed enough souls to earn himself his permanent vessel. And well, it appeared as if he finally had. However, the demon hadn't quite been prepared for what followed next. What followed next was the itch. A horrible burning sensation that desperately crawled up his skin in an attempt to free itself. A sharp whine escaped his throat as the beast shook, trying to rid himself of the itching sensation; however, nothing was of any help until he had begun to scratch. Only then was the leathery beast able to find any sort of relief. The pale brown demon felt the skin of his temporary vessel rippling and tearing as he continued to scratch, but by this point it was far too late for him to stop. The scratching was consuming him. But that was what he needed. He needed to rid himself of his old skin. The sudden rush of life was rapidly causing his vessel's skin to turn to putty, a warm and worthless pile of mush, around him. His claws caught frequently in the muck, the stretchy goo lingering on his jagged nails as he feverishly continued to score marks into his old pelt. Beneath the imitation, beneath the damage he had caused to his old skin, were scales. Scales of a dragon that wasn't quite like the one he had been imitating. Vibrant yellow, almond brown, and pitch black scales were beneath this leathery muck and as it fell slack about him he could feel himself expanding. Long legs with curved claws sprung from the mess of putty-like skin, new, small arms wriggled free of its puttylike prison, and the body shifted to a more upright position. Two legs instead of four. A large predator stepped forth from the skin of the small, bestial creature and a low, throaty growl escaped from his maw as he inspected his new body. He lashed his tail, stretched his wings, laughed a mirthful, bestial laugh, and snapped his jaws. He could feel the blood coursing through his body and his jaws gave way to a harsh cacophony of laughter once again. He was one of the living now... except well, perhaps a little more immortal than the living should be. Relishing the feel of this new vessel, the demon glanced around at the trees and glowered. He could hear their whispers, murmuring their fears and their concerns before one another. Before him. He sneered as he watched the forest grow dimmer and finally, after another moment of sight, the world before him fell into darkness once again.

Lowering his head, the demon snuffled at the remnants of the travelling dragon that had completed his transition and he grimaced. It seemed that along with the transition, he has also lost his craving for drake. But perhaps that was for the best. He would hopefully be able to draw less attention to himself if he, a now fully-fledged drake, wasn't hunting his own species for its meat. He'd leave that for the birds. And of course, for the others who had yet to undergo a metamorphosis like he had. Stepping away from the kill the demon shifted his now unseeing gaze toward what he knew was a grove of trees. Beyond this grove, a few miles east of here, he would find his den. For a moment he had contemplated disappearing into the grove in a blinding haste to seek out his den before it became too late. Before the others chose to come after him - not that they could do much. They'd realize who he was – what he was – seconds before they went in for the kill. No. It was due to a creeping sense of fear – a cluster of nerves and anxiety. He couldn’t shake the sense of vulnerability that crept forward with its hungry, gloating stare, as he considered the possibility that his metamorphosis had yet ceased. The fear of being left vulnerable to the drakes of the nearby clan very nearly consumed him. He knew of the drakes. Their lord. That demon. His demise wasn't his greatest concern if their lord called for his head, no, his greatest concern was losing time for his grand scheme if he was forcibly returned to hell. He didn't have time for that. He had plans. However, it was unbeknownst to him in that very instant that he wouldn't be making it back to his den quite so soon. Instead the snapping of a branch alerted him to a presence behind him and he swiveled, suddenly aware of a heaviness in his arms. After a brief moment of light touches, the demon managed to clue his mind into what he was suddenly brandishing, and he found that this heaviness was a smooth, wooden bow. The slightest flash of a grin spread across his features as he reached for, and successfully, nocked an arrow in the same, split second of his devilish grin. Well. This was certainly unexpected, he thought to himself, allowing the briefest memory of another, weaponless time cross his mind. But of course, he was glad for this new piece of him. He could definitely find a use for this. Despite his unseeing gaze - and now this useless blindfold that covered his eyes - he knew that he was locked dead on at his target. But how did he know this? Well. He supposed it was the perk of him being him. He always had a pair of eyes somewhere.

"Beast..."

The leaves of the trees seemed to whistle past him, toward the dragon that had spoken, and he frowned. It was as if they were trying to warn them. Warn them to run from him. He hated these trees. However, the dragon before him seemed to blatantly ignore the trees' warning and they remained where they were, presumably paralyzed with fear. Beast. A rush of hot air was exhaled from the demon's nostrils as he took in the dragon before him. The voice had been feminine, light, scared, it had had the slightest lilt of an accent. Their native tongue wasn't Draconic. It was the Coatl. The watcher. There were two of them in these woods, and he knew that this was the one that he was glad to have come across. A wicked grin spread upon his face and after another silent, heart wrenching moment for the drake, he lowered his bow. He knew that she didn't have a weapon, after all, he had come across her before. She was the vulnerable one in this scenario. "Lizard." He spat back after a second, his tone rough, gravelly. "I am no beast," he snarled," just as you are no lizard. I'm a demon and it seems as if you've come at just the perfect time." His grin slid further, an almost comical appearance had it not been for the malice in his tone instants before, and his voice fell into that of a silky purr. He relished in the fact that he could sense her growing apprehension toward him. "Oh, there's no need to be afraid, Arista. I'm only here to make a deal. Wouldn't you like to hear it?"

He could tell that the autumn-hued Coatl wanted to flee, escape, free herself from the nightmare he knew that she was experiencing now. He could sense the tension in the air as he waited for her response, waited for her to finally realize that she was trapped, waited for her to realize that there was no way that she could possibly say no to him. Even though Arista had the whole forest to run, and even knowing that the demon-turned-drake was blind, he knew that she knew that it would be much too late for her if she didn't choose to comply. They both knew that they couldn't just run across a demon looking for a deal and expect to get away easy. It was several moments later before Arista was finally able to shake herself from her reverie, a thought finally formulating in her mind. She glanced up at the sky. It was growing dark now, an inky blackness billowing further out as the seconds ticked by. How long had she been standing here? The dragon shivered at the sudden chill in her bones and became all too aware that the chill meant that the fog was coming. She needed to be back before the fog came. And if she wasn't? Well. The clan shouldn't expect to have a watcher come morning. Considering the two options, Arista had to say that being out in the forest with the fog was a much scarier thought than potentially agreeing to a deal with a demon...this demon in particular. "I...I know how you demons are with your deals so what makes you think you're any different? And what's your name?" The chocolate-toned Coatl's voice was hesitant and slow, cautious of the demon and what this deal could entail for her if she managed to get forced into it. Or well. She knew she was going to be forced into it, she was trapped here after all. Arista knew this was a bad idea but she couldn't help but to feel almost curious to see how this played out. What was it that he needed from her? What could she get in return? Deals were always two-way trades, right?

"It's amusing how all of you put your full trust into your lord. You trust him without a doubt. Without a care in your little worlds. You've all made some sort of deal with him. You've joined his clan. You've received his protection. You've received something in exchange for another with him. What makes you think he's any different? He's a demon, you know. The same as I. The same as the demons you've claimed you know of." The beast mocked the drake, teeth glinting as he spoke. "He's just like the rest of us, you know. He was once just like us. He had to do the same as us to get where he is now. He didn't just come here in that vessel." The demon's whip-like, ebony tail lashed in the air, suddenly feeling frustrated at his own words. Why did they put so much trust into him? He's a demon just like the rest of them. What made him any different? "But. As for our little deal. As you can tell I'm lacking a bit in one of my senses and I would like to borrow yours. You are the watcher, correct? You watch things? I couldn't think of a more perfect deal for you." A catlike grin lolled lazily upon his features as he chuckled at his own joke. However, a second later the catty grin vanished and was almost instantaneously replaced with his usual devilish grin - malice once again appearing on his face before vanishing completely as he took a careful step forward. After another brief moment the demon took another few steps, then more and more until finally he managed to reach the drake. In that instant he lowered his head, bringing his face close to where her ears would be and hissed a breathy laugh. A foul, rotting stench emitted itself from his maw before he grinned and opened his mouth to speak. "I know what you want, little Coatl, and I can grant you that. It'll take time, as all good things should, but I can, and I will, make it happen. So long as you agree to make a deal with me, that is." He chuffed a laugh as he lingered close for the next second, whispering softly, taking his time so that he knew that she would understand his words. Once he had finished, the demon lifted his head, fixed his unseeing gaze upon her for just a brief instant, and merely stepped back a few paces in order to wait for her reaction to his offer.

She had reacted precisely as he had expected. As he had known that she would. Despite this knowing, the wind had still picked up on that starless night, screaming through the branches in a fruitless attempt at negating the thoughts that were already churning violently out of the Coatl's skull and out of her mouth. The forest knew it was far too late to save the drake but it couldn’t help but to try and alert the unknowing creature. She hadn’t even thought to question the fact that he hadn’t answered the question about his name. Her thoughts had consumed her rationale and the words had come pouring out of her mouth before she had had the time to think if they were truly a good thing to say. They weren’t, of course. A demon’s deal was never something to take lightly. “Yes, I’ll accept your offer. I’ll take the deal,” she murmured and nearly instantaneously bit back a cry of horror as the beast transformed before her. What had once been a demon in a dragon’s body was now both a demon and a dragon – conjoined into one. Antlers sprouted from his head, the vibrant yellow scales around his maw drew back to reveal bone and a toothy snarl gleamed viciously back at her. The demon took a few steps backwards and that was when she finally noticed the amount of decay stretching out before him. He was killing the forest. Arista’s eyes closed shut to rid herself of the scene playing out before her and she shook her head. Why had she said yes? What was going to happen now? She was suddenly overcome with panic as the surreal situation finally took full effect. Opening her eyes, the Coatl was greeted once more with the bony-faced demon but this time, as he was opening his mouth to let out a bone-chilling cackle, he shook himself and revealed the mess of leaflitter building up in his ruined skin. Leaves danced precariously as they fell from his skin and then turned to shambles as they touched the earth. What had she done?

The demon snarled one last chortle and met her gaze with a chilling smile. “I am pleased that we have come to an agreement, Arista. You have earned my trust and you have earned my name. I am Raum. I am a demon of destruction and I am a demon of knowing. I know many things. I knew the outcome of tonight and I know the aftermath of what will be to come. You and I are to witness the destruction of something great, Arista.” He puffed out his chest, holding back a chuckle as he felt the trees suck in a breath. They knew now. They still gripped onto hope but soon there wouldn’t be anything left for them to cling onto. He wouldn’t let them. They underestimated him and now it was his turn in the grand scheme of things. Raum focused back on the horrified Coatl and sighed. “I suppose you are free to go now. Expect to see much more of me now.” Another toothy grin followed as he listened to the leaflitter shuffle as the poor dragon considered her options. Should she stay, or should she go? “Don’t worry about our deal too much, Arista. I always come through with my promises.” Figuring that reassuring her was his best option in finally having the clearing to his self, Raum did just that. It was another few moments before he finally heard the snake-like dragon disappear in a frantic haste back towards the safety of the clan’s grounds. He sighed, grateful to finally be alone, and turned around.

Raum breathed in the crisp night air, swiveling in place, feeling the fallen leaves turn to a blackened, rotting mess beneath him. The metamorphosis was complete now. He could sense it. And now, to celebrate his blind gaze looked up toward the treetops. Now he could do something about these trees.

Raum | Arista

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////////House Ara | Ravenswood

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