Raphael
(#47232154)
Newly Bitten Barghest (AKA "Whoops I Made Mama Roe Angry")
Familiar
Snowdrop of Crystalline
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Energy: 47/50
This dragon’s natural inborn element is Light.
Male Imperial
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Personal Style
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Skin
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Measurements
Length
25.55 m
Wingspan
17.69 m
Weight
6696.97 kg
Genetics
Driftwood
Wasp
Wasp
Sunset
Constellation
Constellation
Cantaloupe
Capsule
Capsule
Hatchday
Breed
Eye Type
Level 1 Imperial
EXP: 0 / 245
STR
6
AGI
6
DEF
6
QCK
5
INT
8
VIT
8
MND
6
Lineage
Parents
Offspring
Biography
Raphael
born Cephissus/Alpha
The Foxfire Head of the Divided Spire
A Tale of Pasts Recollected
I glower at the fern before me, my nose twitching as I stare it down. Unlike the other ivies and mosses about me, this particular fern is stubborn. It refuses to even twitch under my stare, despite the fact it clearly disobeyed my explicit orders to remain tall and a brilliant green. Sure, it's still standing strong, and most of it is a green deeper than most emeralds, but one particular leaf stands out to me. A spot of brown, a hole torn through it's center, is on full display for all to see. I'd normally be upset at least, but this particular fern was meant for my Advanced Herbology course set to take place in the next half hour.
My tails lash as I scoop up the potted plant, turning around to look at the others. The ivies seem to cringe up and away from me as my golden eyes pass over them, shivering as I draw closer. I turn to the vines, watching as they try to coil away from me as I pass them by. Those that dared to bloom in my presence are faster, trying to push their blossom-free brethren between myself and their own forms. Palms quiver, cacti quake; even the small herb garden finds the energy to shudder as I check each and every one. Finally, I stop my tour of the room, holding the plant up.
"Sssee thisss here? Thisss fern?" I swear the shivering intensifies as I wave the plant around for all to see. "Thisss is what happensss when you ssslack off. When you don't lisssten to me." I point to the spot as the other plants in the room quake. Then I do it. I lift my paw up, pausing for dramatic effect, then let my new ability spring to life. Fire dances along my claws, leaving my fur unsigned. The pot of the fern, however, is quickly scorched by the flames, though it's only a light lick at the pot itself. "You know what happensss when you don't do asss you're told. Sssay goodbye to your friend." I give them a moment to soak it in, then turn around with a flourish, my tails covering their view as I leave the main greenhouse in my little abode in the Divided Spire.
My walk is a short one. Just a standard hall of onyx and crystal, like many found in the lower levels of the Spire itself. There's a few statues here and there of ancients long past, battles once fought and all. But aside from that, it's smooth and bare. And, perhaps more shocking to any that visit, it's cleaner than most dens down here. The room I go to is just as clean as the hall, and just as sparse. One window, a desk, and a large chair. The rest was simply cold smooth crystal, sans a small pool in the corner for contacting other scholars.
There is another spot, a little alcove I turn to as soon as I enter the room. There, in the corner, is a brazier. I can still see some coals in the bottom, more than capable of being lit once more. I can feel the fern in my paws start to waver as I approach it, only to fall still as I set it aside. It's easy enough to light the fire once more, but I make no move to put the fern into the blaze. Silent as the grave, I simply pick up a new pot, with fresh soil and other nutrients for the fern. A careful paw scoops the plant out, mindful of the roots as I transfer the ailing plant to a larger pot.
"There. Sssafe from any pessstsss in there. And plenty of room." My voice is much more gentle than it had been before as I scoop the plant up, walking over to my desk. I'm careful as I set them in a decently shaded spot, as close to the natural light the plant would get in the wild as I can in my little corner of the Spire. I even make sure the fern is settled next to a decently sized palm, with a little white cloth tied around it's trunk. I still remember when it was small, a gift handed to me by a creamy Gaoler with curly fur and a sweet dimple-cheeked smile. Sure, it was a desert out there, exploring lands beyond the Eleven at the time, but I still have little bits of gold I'd collected there. This palm is one of the few treasures I truly have.
There are a few others near the desk. Joining the fern is a lovely little set of peonies enjoying the sun. I can still remember the odd little spot in Remnant, and the Gaoler by my side going on about how they had managed to somehow cure some sort of joint pain he'd had from all that leaping about. I can still recall my little smirk at the notion of such a large Gaoler, one who was hardly even known for running, let alone leaping, going on and on about the strange flower and what it had done for him. I knew better, but I wasn't about to spoil his mood then and there.
Beside that is a well-misted bushel of mint and chamomile flowers, with some lavenders to boot. Unlike the plants in the room before, these are thriving, practically glowing as I set a mister beside them. I simply shake my head. "Not yet. He'sss out by the gate ssstill. He'll be in tonight, though." I still remember when we got these little sprouts, how the once-Gaoler was practically beaming as he went on about how he could perhaps learn to garden with me. It's our little secret project at the moment, and there are certainly more empty little spots for new herbs if the now-Guardian finds any.
There are even a few bulbs, miniature berry bushes, mushrooms, and anything else plant-based that was commonly seen as edible. At least aside from basic leaves and flowers. Some are local, but others I recognize as seeds and bulbs collected from far away lands. Some strange plants that grow purple apples from Remnant, ashen cucumbers from the Flamecaller's lands, and even some almonds that spark every now and again from the Stormcatcher's home. Some are in season, while others are still trying to bear fruit. I know it'll take them time, but I'm still happy with their progress. Just as we had journeyed the land of the Sphinxes and Kitsune, we once roamed the lands of the Eleven. These are just a few of the things we had collected back then.
Finally, I turn back to the fern, pruning what I must to keep it healthy. I even give it some water, before finally tying a familiar tartan ribbon around the pot. This one was different. This one came from Sornieth, from the lands of the Eleven, but not as some special reminder of laughter and joy. There was no real awe or wonder tied to this fern. No, this one is a gentle thing, a reminder of a time when one could actually care about me. A small wing attached to a large fuzzy form, a cloak despite Gaolers refusing to wear clothes, trying to cover me from rain as I sit by his side. So very much like when we had first met, a long time ago, and yet... one thing is different about me.
Back then, I'd been thinner. My wings had been leathery, my paws once talons. Thin fur, scales along my belly, a thin tail with a shimmering tuft on the end... One tail, not the nine I have now. I was different. I was an ancient in my own right, a little shadow with the cosmos in my wings, a remnant of something much more brilliant. I was an Imperial before. But the storm, the ruins of our old home in Arcadia, the crystalline wall there is not graced by a somewhat serpentine Imperial and a curly-maned Gaoler. No.
I remember tears, hissed sobs, paws clinging to crystal, charred by fires I couldn't control. I remember fur ruffling in the wind, multiple tails twisting about as specks of light and flashes of fire dance about me. And there, around my neck, are beads as gold as my eyes, with a serpent twisting about a staff. The Sphinxes called it a caduceus staff. As for the drake by my side, he no longer has his almost vestigial wings and shaggy coat. No, his curls are now delegated to a beard, his soft fluff replaced with hard scales. A soft hug was now a spiny remnant of what once was pleasant. He was anything but soft now, but his feelings had seemingly never changed.
That large leathery wing overhead as he held me close, whispering soft condolences and sweet nothings as I just sobbed over what I'd lost while in Remnant, and what had almost been lost with me, is more than enough proof of that.
I'm careful with the fern, the proof that my new fires weren't something beyond my control, as I ensure it is in the perfect spot, then turn back to the empty pot. I'd come here for a reason, after all. I take the smaller pot in my claws, give it my meanest glare, then singe the pot with the hottest fires I can manage. I can hear the clay cracking from the heat, the terracotta orange turning a deep black color. I give it a minute, then turn about to head back down the hall.
It's high time I remind the other plants, some with memories, and some without, just what happens when they try and tarnish what sweet memories I have attached to them.
Foxfire
Foxfire Nogitsune have moved from their natural forest homes and turned instead to deserts, ember forests and hot springs. Their mastery of their will-o-wisps has been refined into an art form. Their will-o-wisps burn hotter and longer, striking like lightning. Like their fiery dance, Foxfires are high-energy kitsune, and often excitable, even by Kitsune standards. Despite their destructive powers, Foxfire are curious by nature and wouldn't harm without reason, and like their Nogitsune kin, are friendly to strangers, often leading them to safety.
Former Owner Genes
Formerly This Among Ancients
Constellation: 05/30/2022
Level 25: ??/??/????
Needs Level 25
Registered Kitsune
9 tails
A gift for befriending a Foxfire. This bead is almost too hot for you to hold.
Imp x Imp
Bickered with Razael as they explored the Ravenswood Monestary's ground floor
(they managed to make up over some gems they found in the kitchen)
Took a tumble down Roe's well in Arrowstone
(and managed to get himself bit as karma for helping to seal her granddaughter Horcrux)
Explored a palace in Dhune
(and wound up fighting a barghest illusion and winning because he was frustrated)
(still confused by the fact a moth barghest wound up deciding she liked him)
(probably the fire, but man's oblivious to everything)
Fought one of Alabaster's pack in Moondoore
(and realized he was against one of the old rulers)
(he thought his magic would help but she was literally the only mage and he fought her)
(gg big guy you got double bit at least this one doesn't transmit to you)
(at least you got the scepter to activate Moondoore's star scryer, Sidereal)
Watched a caged barghest perform in the center ring of the Cirque Macabre
(and unlocked a new fear of being caged just like him)
(seriously the poor man will never let himself be put behind bars of any kind now)
(only open air for this barghest to be)
Bitten Barghest of the Stars
Bitten by Roe during an exploration of Arrowstone
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