Nebetka
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She/He/They/It
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Personal Style
Apparel
Skin
Scene
Measurements
Length
5.14 m
Wingspan
4.63 m
Weight
397.09 kg
Genetics
Coal
Petals
Petals
Coal
Butterfly
Butterfly
Tan
Glimmer
Glimmer
Hatchday
Breed
Eye Type
Level 8 Skydancer
EXP: 658 / 16009
STR
43
AGI
6
DEF
4
QCK
11
INT
9
VIT
4
MND
9
Biography
xx NEBETKA AUTUMN • TIME FICKLE | FUTURE | FREE |
The echo of empty chimes swept across the barren landscape, carried by the quiet autumn wind as it wove through the crumbling pillars. Stray stones and empty structures dotted the landscape like shadows on the autumn grass. The occasional rustling on the low ground gave sight to a small mouse passing through before disappearing back under the earth, hiding away from the burning sun with its scorching rays beating down on the ruins, baking the stones to white.
A large shadow loomed suddenly overhead, flying low to the ground and rustling the earth with the wind as she flew past. Mice scattered and ran for cover as she soared by, but luckily for them, her mind was occupied elsewhere. Her head swayed back and forth, scanning the landscape, eyes hidden by the shadows of the mask she wore. Brilliant orange feathers fluttered in the arid wind as she let it carry her gracefully above the dry field. Her orange coat shifted and waved behind her, casting shards of light on the stone and earth. Fire dripped from her talons hissing as it hit the dry ground below. As she flew, she left a trail of blackened ash behind and beneath.
The dragon's eyes caught on something and she pulled up sharply, flaring her wings wide. Leaves rustled over her skin and branches creaked with her muscles. She landed silently in the ruins, the shattered remains so scattered now that what the structure had once been was unidentifiable. She walked briskly forward, not a single movement so much as bending the grass away beneath her paws. A snake slithered out from underneath one of the overturned columns, curling around the dragon's tail as she passed and snaking up towards her head. It flicked it's tongue out as it reached her neck, loosely hanging there and hissing quietly, as if it was whispering something in the dragon's ear. If it heard something no one else could, the dragon made no sign of it.
The dragon stopped. The ground beneath her was a circle of stones, spiraling inwards. Though all the ruins around had been bleached white by the sun, these had retained their color, a deep and beautiful red, so rich in color it nearly blended entirely with the orange grasses around it. The stones were each etched with runes and glyphs, though their meaning had been lost when this civilization had fallen.
The dragon looked around her. No hint of a breeze ruffled her feathers, only the slight movements of her head could make them move. She was like a ghost, untouchable by the nature of the elements. The grass around her continued to turn black as she stood, fire still dripping from her cloak and claws.
Slowly, like a snake poising to strike, she leaned forwards, lifting one hind paw. She stepped it carefully on one of the stones that had a drawing on it. The etching was a drawing of a skull with one broken antler, the other curving around to pierce itself in the eye socket.
The ruins rumbled, earth shaking beneath the ancient stone. The few mice brave enough to leave their hiding holes to investigate the newcomer quickly scrambled back inside. Fire licked beneath the stone columns, coming up from deep beneath the ground and shining in colors of light that fire should not come in. It was orange fire, hot and deadly, and it was white, and every other color imaginable, and it was no color at all, just the shimmer of an outline barely visible in the blackened grass it left behind. The stones spiral became alight with the mysterious flame, enveloped in an inferno that no dragon could see or understand.
When it faded, the ruins lay empty once more.
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DESCRIPTION
Once upon a time... in another world, there were many gods, many pantheons, many magics, some ancient, some new. Of these gods, there were the Seven who called themselves the Aetil. Chief among them were The Twins of Time. There was Nebetka, the ruler of the future, the ever-changing circle formed by the choices of the now. And there was Neveran, her sister, the god of the past, that which has already been written and decided. Nebetka was usually associated with snakes, fire, and deer. Her followers built her temples in lush woodlands and were charged with enacting controlled burns for the health and longevity of the forests. They often refused to eat meat, preferring insects and plants where possible. There were other gods, both in their pantheon and beyond it, but few survived. The Joining brought the gods of the old world to their knees, scattering the ashes of their spirits through the fabric of creation. When the world formed anew, only the Twins survived. Over time, their domains had shifted and changed with the changing world, but they never lost their power, their command over the old magics, their strange and beautiful and terrifying ways. They built a new Pantheon from the ashes of ancient magic. The balance of the Ten, the Mageós, holding the world in the endless circle. The Twins ruled this new Pantheon, but they discovered new gods to rival their power. The Eleven. The gods of the elements. They were petty and controlling and they did not like to share their realms. Power was necessary. To gain power was to gain influence, to gain followers. The Mageós were tricky and clever. Though their numbers were few, their followers had a strength of will and loyalty unmatched by the followers of the Eleven. They gained warriors, poets, kings and monsters. Their hold is growing, spreading through the world like a infection. Whether it brings life or death is as yet unclear, but something blooms in the distance. The Seers can sense it, the darkness on the horizon, the change that is yet to come. All the world can do is hold to it with bated breath, waiting for the circle of eternity. |
Head goddess of The Pantheon, the Mageós. The goddess of autumns, change, and the future. She and her sister are the oldest of the Pantheon, the only survivors from their original pantheon from the old world of Novicae. Together, her and her sister make up the balance of time and the wheel of eternity. |
ART
Art by the lovely Theine for the 2019 FR Secret Santa!
By DragonJade
By DragonJade
Icons and banners by Serpentra + Natron
Dividers by Banyan
Dividers by Banyan
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