Talus
(#46811191)
Level 10 Pearlcatcher
Familiar
Time Devourer
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Energy: 37/50
This dragon’s natural inborn element is Water.
Male Pearlcatcher
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Personal Style
Apparel
Skin
Scene
Measurements
Length
6.62 m
Wingspan
5.93 m
Weight
596.15 kg
Genetics
Black
Pinstripe
Pinstripe
Eldritch
Trail
Trail
Platinum
Firefly
Firefly
Hatchday
Breed
Eye Type
Level 10 Pearlcatcher
EXP: 1246 / 27676
STR
6
AGI
6
DEF
6
QCK
33
INT
38
VIT
6
MND
7
Biography
TALUS THE FLUID
Neander & Madeg
Acanthus & Moros
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Sage of Water
BIO.
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Talus
"Mom, where's dad?” was a question Talus found himself asking often throughout his childhood- the sea had been cruel enough to keep Neander from his hatchlings and his mate, and Talus had grown to resent him for it. It would remain that way for a long time, it seemed, though how long was to be determined. While he was still young he found himself wandering farther and farther from home everyday, exploring the coastline as his mother watched after his siblings. He truly had a knack for adventuring and a pension for life. Thats what brought Kenai into his life- another young pearlcatcher far, far from home. They had spent days and nights together alone on the coast, talking about life and where they were heading- and that, perhaps, they should go there together. It didn't take long for Talus to fall for her, and soon enough he announced that he was leaving home, as many of his siblings had before. It was time to take an adventure of his own- though he swore he wouldn't abandon his family. He would be back. Talus and Kenai spent many months travelling together, discovering more and more about each other as they went. Talus learned about Kenai's magical lineage, and Kenai learned of the pirate blood running through Talus' veins. And yet, they had so much more in common that neither knew about. While Kenai's lineage was blessed, Talus' was curse- as he was sure to find out soon enough. The day Talus started his next life wasn't one he ever expected to come. He was out, hunting with the two dragons that had taken him under their wings, in an area most likely a little too harsh for him- but he would be protected, they promised. Ninetythree and Beewolf, however, didn't expect Talus to jump in front of them as a knee-jerk reaction to a particularly harsh attack. And he wasn't strong enough to take it- not even a little bit. He was knocked unconscious immediately, or so his peers thought. Upon closer inspection, they discovered that he was more than knocked out. No, Talus had left the mortal plane. Kenai took a moment to assess the situation, not quite understanding what was going on. There Ninetythree stood, holding a pearl- a familiar looking pearl, with somewhat of an olive tone to it. It only took her a moment to realize who's pearl it was, and the tears formed in her eyes as it hit her full force that she had lost the love of her life- her mate. She had lost Talus, and for that, she would never forgive the ones who he considered his friends. The two warriors retreated, hiding their heads in shame, while Kenai did similar. The main difference was that she wasn't ashamed;l she was heartbroken. She laid in the nest she had prepared for the two of them, a surprise for Talus, mourning the loss of her lover and the generations that were to come. One thing was for sure- she would never love again. |
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The day that Talus got his second shot at life wasn’t unlike others- it had started simply with a hunting trip, that was all. Of course, how was he to know that the very phrase that defined his lineage could be roughly translated to “Remember, you will die.” He didn’t know much about the curse that plagued his bloodline, nor was he ever very interested in learning of his father’s family history. It was due to these factors and a number of other small, unlucky incidents that Talus found himself blanketed in a heavy darkness, something weighing heavily on his chest as he struggled to breathe. He couldn’t recall how he had gotten here, or what was happening- not at first, anyways. In the beginning it was all he could do not to lose his sanity in the cold, inky blackness that seemed to dull all of his senses. It was his vision that came back first, though he was under the immediate impression that it wasn’t true vision. No, this was something he had seen before. Kenai, his longtime friend and more recent mate, sat before the nest that the two of them had worked to craft together for the young they were planning to raise. The other pearlcatcher gave a soft smile, and her mouth moved as if she were trying to say something. What she was trying to say, Talus did not know, for his hearing had yet to return. Kenai wasn’t the only hazy memory he witnessed. It was true, what they said about life flashing before your eyes when you die. At least for him it was, as he watched memory after memory fly by then slip from his grasp before he could even get a hold on it, a solid grasp on what was fiction, what was his imagination and what was reality. Meanwhile the weight that bore down on his chest only became heavier, and he could feel his ribs beginning to splinter under the immense pressure. It was just barely too much to take when he finally recalled how he had ended up here. It was a TigerBlood Foo. It was a moment of sluggishness from his hunting party. It was a slow reaction on his part- he had been unable to avoid the attack as the Foo came crashing down atop him from his crouch. But, probably most importantly, it was Talus’ final breath. That was when his hearing came back. “Talus.” At first it was so soft, melodic, that he wasn’t sure he had heard it correctly. He opened his mouth to respond, but there was no air left to leave his lungs, forming the words he so desperately wanted to throw out into the darkness- where was he? Was he still alive? Would he be going home? How had this happened? But there wasn’t any way for him to do so. Now, as his hearing became stronger, he heard a ticking as well; rhythmic and crisp. It was the ticking of a clock, and when the voice spoke once again he knew it must be the voice of time himself. “Talus.” The pearlcatcher desperately looked around for any sign of movement, any sign of life, and he was rewarded. About 100 yards ahead of him was a small, antique looking clock. He knew he had to get there- he knew he had to move closer. So with a strength he did not know he possessed up until this very moment, Talus rolled onto his belly and began crawling forward. Every move was agony, but he knew he had to continue on; something was calling to him, and he wasn’t one to ignore the call. “Talus,” the voice grew louder, more clear as he drew closer, as did the melodic ticking of the clock’s arms. He was finally there, desperately reaching out, the clock just out of claw’s reach when he realized he could move forward no longer. This was where he was going to die. He believed this so much so that when the clock spoke up again, he had barely heard him. “Do you want to live?” ‘No!’ screamed every broken bone, every bruised inch of the Pearlcatcher’s weakened body. There was a sudden distaste in his mouth, a sudden plea for death itself to finally make his move- but he did not. Instead, he left Talus lying there, suffering through clips of the memories that had played through his head earlier. His thoughts settled on Kenai, doubtlessly worried sick by now about him. And despite every protest his body made, he had made up his mind. “Yes”
“What price would you pay?”
“Anything” And Talus reawoke. |
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Momento Mori wrote:
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T A L U S Strong || Loving || Devoted |
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Memento Mori
Generation 2 
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Memento mori (Latin: "remember that you have to die") is the medieval Latin Christian theory and practice of reflection on mortality, especially as a means of considering the vanity of earthly life and the transient nature of all earthly goods and pursuits. Memento mori has been an important part of ascetic disciplines as a means of perfecting the character by cultivating detachment and other virtues, and by turning the attention towards the immortality of the soul and the afterlife. 
This curse would be traced down his lineage. All Moros' children were destined to die, like any dragon. But they would be given a second chance. It was up to the children if they would accept the bargain. |
Momento Mori Tree
Neander & Madeg
Acanthus & Moros
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