Parasite
(#46285704)
she/her | The Local Hunter
Centimom
Deadland Disciple
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Energy: 50/50
This dragon’s natural inborn element is Plague.
Female Mirror
This dragon is hibernating.
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Personal Style
Apparel
Skin
Scene
Measurements
Length
7.4 m
Wingspan
5.16 m
Weight
392.9 kg
Genetics
Sable
Tapir
Tapir
Garnet
Striation
Striation
Chartreuse
Smirch
Smirch
Hatchday
Breed
Eye Type
Level 1 Mirror
EXP: 0 / 245
STR
7
AGI
6
DEF
6
QCK
5
INT
7
VIT
7
MND
7
Biography
Parasite Baer
You'll meet a trickster if you visit the Bamboo Falls.
Mirrors are constantly migrating. Roaming in huge numbers, the creatures are ever-hunting, always consuming, and hardly rest. The Parasite's true parents were no different, and in the Scarred Wasteland, many Plague clans found a stranger's eggs mixed into their festering nests. The pack of rogue Mirrors passed through, tucking their green eggs into the nests of unsuspecting dragons, in hopes that their next generation would thrive, to the detriment of those whose nests had been invaded. A pair of Tundras near the Wyrmwound discovered that their two-egg nest had somehow become that of a three-egg. Sure enough, the day of the hatching saw two new Tundras, and one very hungry Mirror. Normally, the odorous and ruthless mother would have used her magic to prey on this obvious intruder, but despite the Mirror being characteristically out of place, it seemed charming and almost amusing that it could so well mimic the behavior of it's foster mother.
The survival-of-the-fittest culture of Plague saw that the newborn Tundra nestmates butted heads in order to earn the right to eat the plants they had been given, and the brood-parasite Mirror took the opportunity to scarf down their plants and its own meat. The consumption of plants was not something that Mirrors did, so why did it do it? The mother Tundra chuckled darkly. She was all too familiar with taking from others to survive, and this Mirror seemed like it would surely spread the message to the world.
Each feeding, Parasite would bully and try to steal the food that it didn't even like to eat. In turn, it strengthened the Tundras and told them that they would have to toughen up in order to survive this harsh world. Parasite was a hardy and unapolagetic survivor, taking what she could to come out alive, leeching resources from others to get ahead in life. And she had to be. After a long string of offspring from the Tundras, which were only eerily referred to as "Too Late," that were gone without a trace, Parasite was not going to become like them. Whether or not you survived childhood was apparently the ticket to earning a name, and while in reality, her infant nestmates were just as unnamed as she was, she just knew that she had already proven herself and received her prize. Why else would everyone refer to her as Parasite if it were not her name?
Parasite was only four days old when she felt that she had earned her name, and thus the survival skills to make it beyond the clan's nests. The small Mirror scampered out into the world, the Abiding Boneyard at her disposal. It wasn't difficult to find and join one of the migrating Mirror packs, and so she ran with the amoeba-like social groups that were constantly growing, splitting and merging once again. The adult Mirrors of Plague didn't show her any mercy though she was still a hatchling - Parasite continued to fight for food against those much bigger than her.
Feeding frenzies would stir up around prey and the Mirrors would swarm - scuffles breaking out over what belonged to who, and Parasite was always in the middle of it all. Fighting tooth and claw, the larger adults often had the upper hand. Though her wings became torn - and that was not the extent of her injuries - she managed to steal what food she could before retreating. That was the price to pay for survival, and the Mirror began to think that there was a more strategic aspect that escaped her.
Something else was out there, something beyond the Wandering Contagion, beyond the Scarred Wasteland entirely. Magic... or something like that. It was on the land's doorstep, in the Starfall Isles. Parasite was no stranger to magic, her foster mother was an avid user of it, after all. There was a force out there that was hard to ignore, but did she want to leave her homeland and the only life she knew? She was at a crossroads, standing there in the boneyard, as the pack of Mirrors began to leave her behind. No one said that survival of the fittest had to be about pure strength, there was also the intelligence to choose the path of least resistance when necessary, and it was justifiable to her. She would take advantage of a kindhearted clan, sap their resources and bulk up before returning to the hunt.
Parasite scavenged the magical land, eating everything she found and searching for a clan that would tolerate her presence. The clans and settlements here were much different than the roaming packs she knew of in the Plague territory; these lairs were permanent with a structured society - kings, queens, treasure vaults, and best of all: food storages. Her torn wings saw that she swam the ocean and scaled the pink mountains by sheer force of will, and at last, she found it. The magical cave that had been calling to her since the Abiding Boneyard, the entrance of which sat high on one of the Crystalspine Reaches, was the home of the clan that was guaranteed to accept her.
(and then she made it to my clan. but you could probably figure that out. this is a WIP)
You'll meet a trickster if you visit the Bamboo Falls.
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~ PARASITE ~
 hardy | self-centered | antagonistic
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» Local Hunter » ♫ Theme » Mirror she/her » Mate of Contagia
"*lunges at* Ha ha, made you jump! I'm not allowed to prey on the visitors, anyway. I don't care what anyone says, this world is a dragon-eat-dragon one, eat or be eaten, every wyrm for themself! If this clan's dumb enough to keep me here with unfettered access to the foodstores, then so be it! I'll get what's mine, and this spot's a pretty sweet one, so I won't give it up. I'll obey 'the rules'. *skitterskitter* Oh yeah, that's just my centipede collection. Normally I'd eat such a thing, but I find them amusing! The one going up your leg's a poisonous one. *snerk*" |
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Prologue |
Mirrors are constantly migrating. Roaming in huge numbers, the creatures are ever-hunting, always consuming, and hardly rest. The Parasite's true parents were no different, and in the Scarred Wasteland, many Plague clans found a stranger's eggs mixed into their festering nests. The pack of rogue Mirrors passed through, tucking their green eggs into the nests of unsuspecting dragons, in hopes that their next generation would thrive, to the detriment of those whose nests had been invaded. A pair of Tundras near the Wyrmwound discovered that their two-egg nest had somehow become that of a three-egg. Sure enough, the day of the hatching saw two new Tundras, and one very hungry Mirror. Normally, the odorous and ruthless mother would have used her magic to prey on this obvious intruder, but despite the Mirror being characteristically out of place, it seemed charming and almost amusing that it could so well mimic the behavior of it's foster mother.
The survival-of-the-fittest culture of Plague saw that the newborn Tundra nestmates butted heads in order to earn the right to eat the plants they had been given, and the brood-parasite Mirror took the opportunity to scarf down their plants and its own meat. The consumption of plants was not something that Mirrors did, so why did it do it? The mother Tundra chuckled darkly. She was all too familiar with taking from others to survive, and this Mirror seemed like it would surely spread the message to the world.
Each feeding, Parasite would bully and try to steal the food that it didn't even like to eat. In turn, it strengthened the Tundras and told them that they would have to toughen up in order to survive this harsh world. Parasite was a hardy and unapolagetic survivor, taking what she could to come out alive, leeching resources from others to get ahead in life. And she had to be. After a long string of offspring from the Tundras, which were only eerily referred to as "Too Late," that were gone without a trace, Parasite was not going to become like them. Whether or not you survived childhood was apparently the ticket to earning a name, and while in reality, her infant nestmates were just as unnamed as she was, she just knew that she had already proven herself and received her prize. Why else would everyone refer to her as Parasite if it were not her name?
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Parasitic Strategy |
Parasite was only four days old when she felt that she had earned her name, and thus the survival skills to make it beyond the clan's nests. The small Mirror scampered out into the world, the Abiding Boneyard at her disposal. It wasn't difficult to find and join one of the migrating Mirror packs, and so she ran with the amoeba-like social groups that were constantly growing, splitting and merging once again. The adult Mirrors of Plague didn't show her any mercy though she was still a hatchling - Parasite continued to fight for food against those much bigger than her.
Feeding frenzies would stir up around prey and the Mirrors would swarm - scuffles breaking out over what belonged to who, and Parasite was always in the middle of it all. Fighting tooth and claw, the larger adults often had the upper hand. Though her wings became torn - and that was not the extent of her injuries - she managed to steal what food she could before retreating. That was the price to pay for survival, and the Mirror began to think that there was a more strategic aspect that escaped her.
Something else was out there, something beyond the Wandering Contagion, beyond the Scarred Wasteland entirely. Magic... or something like that. It was on the land's doorstep, in the Starfall Isles. Parasite was no stranger to magic, her foster mother was an avid user of it, after all. There was a force out there that was hard to ignore, but did she want to leave her homeland and the only life she knew? She was at a crossroads, standing there in the boneyard, as the pack of Mirrors began to leave her behind. No one said that survival of the fittest had to be about pure strength, there was also the intelligence to choose the path of least resistance when necessary, and it was justifiable to her. She would take advantage of a kindhearted clan, sap their resources and bulk up before returning to the hunt.
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Parasite of the Crystal Nook |
Parasite scavenged the magical land, eating everything she found and searching for a clan that would tolerate her presence. The clans and settlements here were much different than the roaming packs she knew of in the Plague territory; these lairs were permanent with a structured society - kings, queens, treasure vaults, and best of all: food storages. Her torn wings saw that she swam the ocean and scaled the pink mountains by sheer force of will, and at last, she found it. The magical cave that had been calling to her since the Abiding Boneyard, the entrance of which sat high on one of the Crystalspine Reaches, was the home of the clan that was guaranteed to accept her.
(and then she made it to my clan. but you could probably figure that out. this is a WIP)
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