Asili

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My name is Asili, I am The Creationist
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Disappearing Pisces
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Energy: 0/50
This dragon’s natural inborn element is Light.
Female Skydancer
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Personal Style

Apparel

Twinkling Stardrapes
Black Tulip Lei
Black Tulip Flower Crown
Black Tulip Tail Lei
Black Tulip Corsage

Skin

Scene

Scene: 8th Anniversary

Measurements

Length
5.23 m
Wingspan
4.87 m
Weight
519.86 kg

Genetics

Primary Gene
Aqua
Poison
Aqua
Poison
Secondary Gene
Midnight
Eye Spots
Midnight
Eye Spots
Tertiary Gene
Driftwood
Capsule
Driftwood
Capsule

Hatchday

Hatchday
Nov 30, 2018
(5 years)

Breed

Breed
Adult
Skydancer

Eye Type

Special Eye Type
Light
Glowing
Level 1 Skydancer
EXP: 0 / 245
Meditate
Contuse
STR
7
AGI
6
DEF
8
QCK
5
INT
5
VIT
8
MND
6

Lineage

Parents

  • none

Offspring


Biography

My name is Asili, I am the Creationist
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Asili

The Nothing

Black Swan
Depleted Sacridite
Ferberus Skull
Dark Basalt
Aeruginous Tail Tatters
Battered Book of Fables

When the creationist awoke she was surrounded by it. She was simply adrift in pools of darkness and waves of utter non-existence. For some reason, in the midst of it all, she did. She existed and she felt that. Her thoughts told her she was more then the emptiness around her. There was certainly no one to tell her that these thoughts were incorrect. Although at this time she had no concept of another being. She only knew what was and that was herself.

For a long time the deity was content. She slept for what seemed like an eternity until her slumber was kept at bay by curiosity. The creasionist thought and she imagined all sorts of different things.

The first thought that entered her head was the thought of what if she had another self? What if there were two of her? What if they communicated and thought up and imagined more unthinkable things? What would it be like to not know everything that ever was? As more thoughts washed over her she stayed awake, slowly becoming more and more attached to what wasn’t there. When she closed her eyes she could paint pictures in her head of talking to another being like herself, only to open her eyes and be consumed by the nothingness. Consumed by the reality that had always been.

It made her cry, knowing that there was no where for her to go. Knowing that there was no one for her to meet when she got there. She closed her eyes and curled into herself. Great tears cascaded down her cheeks. Just as she had once become unique from the overwhelming amount of empty space she seemed to return to it.

Black Currant Plumed Anklets
Ashen Lightning Glass
"All Great and Precious Things are Lonely"
Zeeba Horn
Dusky Apples
Igneous Flow

The Everything

Alien Tendril
Hardy Antler
Rubycap Colony
Encapsulated Mist
Orthoclase
Water Lettuce
Glow Mushroom
Azurite
Enchanted Remains
Incorporeal Substance
Moonstone

The creationist awoke again. Her eyes opened up and were blurry from the amount of water that escaped them. At first this didn’t bother her, until she noticed that instead of darkness, there was something to see. She blinked back her tears and rubbed at her eyes until the entirety was visible. It was magnificent.

Balls of great rock rotated around each other and around even larger masses of fire. Small ice cubes sped around them and clashed into one another here and there. Although the most magnificent part about it all was the magic flowing inside certain planets. She couldn’t see the magic but she could feel it. She could sense it just as easily as she could breath. Stunning was an understatement.

Where had it come from? The question hammered into her brain. Why is it all here now? The deity looked down in contemplation and that’s when she saw it. There, where she lay, was nothing but space. The emptiness lay below her. Paths of fiery spheres and light filled earth spiraled out from her but nothing touched her. It frightened her so badly she spread her wings and took flight trying to escape the darkness which she once saw as home.

Can you really call something home when you’ve never known anything else? She thought. It was a scary thought, but she pushed it away, for it didn’t matter now. She hated the emptiness and that was all that mattered. The deity never wanted to experience it ever again.

What she did want was to bath in the light the fire spheres created. She wanted to explore the earth that seemed so plentiful. If only she were smaller, she thought. Then she would be the same size as the beautiful things in front of her and her huge wings would not be a threat to push anything out of place. She wished she was and felt the tug of sadness at her through that she was not.

It was quite quickly lifted when the creationist began to shrink. She got smaller and smaller until she was about the average size of a planet. Her wish had come true and it was amazing! Her heart fluttered with joy.

As she explored the universe in front of her she often found herself returning to the same plant over and over again. This was the place where she began to call her home. This particular planet seemed to have more magic than most others and whenever she wished that it be given more, it was. To the point that magic grasped at everything in sight and threw it into a beautiful chaos.

Over time the creationist began to realize that she was gifting her plant more and more magic. She realized that she made herself grow smaller and though she didn’t quite know it, she theorized that she had created everything around her. The creationst was like an unlimited power source. If she wished for something, it was granted. She gave little acknowledgement to the growing sadness that tickled everytime she created.

Rainbow Starsilk Wingdrapes
Pearl Silkworm
Romantic Red Rose
Pressed Flower
Beeswax
Butterflyfish
Eerie Cyan Grasp
Spectral Scales
Engineered Superberry
Black Sea Nettle
Rosy Gypsum

The First Age

Crowncrest Melprin
Autumn Sea Dragon
Algae-Bottom Slarg
Anomalous Skink
Bubble Brook Gecko
Buff Dunerunner
Calico Ferberus
Cragward Custodian
Crackers
Skycrest Bicorn

Though the creationist loved everything around her and everything in which she had, she longed for more. She wanted company. She wanted life. More beings capable of thought, like herself.

So that is what she created. On far off planets she wished for more of herself to live there although this didn’t seem to work. She wished and wished but she seemed to be the only thing she could not recreate. The creationist racked her brain until instead of creating herself she thought she could make an entirely new being. She wished for life and let the magic do the rest for it was often far more creative then she could ever hope to be.

For a long time she hoped from planet to planet and watched as new creatures sprung forth from her talons and from the ground and seas and the sky. Life was everywhere. Once she had done her testing and was happy she could make the right choices, she returned home and wished for life once again. This time the creationist knew exactly what she wanted.

First, from the earth she created an Earthshaker. Second, from the fire above and within she created a Flamecaller. Third, from the whipping winds and atmosphere she created a Windsinger. Fourth, from the oceans and waves she created a Tidelord. All four were born from and tied to the magic which was embedded in her planet. All were perfect and unique from one another and herself.

From up above she silently watched as her favorite creations created more of themselves. Each with their own powerful motivators and strengths. She loved them.

When the fighting began the creationist was distraught. Each of her beings wanted something different for her home, for their home, and it drove them to destruction. What could she do? She could not simply take their life away from them, she loved them too much. She could not wish that their opinions mattered less because it would be taking a piece of them away and she valued their wants. She could not go down to the earth and help them resolve their issues, she had no experience in solving conflicts and no solutions to suggest.

Her sadness returning was no surprise. The deity curled into a ball once more with her wings drawn tight and the darkness consumed her. All she felt was guilt. How could she let this happen to them? How should she do nothing to fix it? How could she abandon them and let the emptiness find her again? Her only hope was the the darkness could not find her children as well.

The Creationist was not seen again from this point forward. She herself only saw glimpses of what the darkness allowed the next time she was free enough she transformed herself in a final attempt to escape the emptiness.

Dunerunner
Desert Strangler
Ethereal Trickster
Fawn Fox Rat
Feathered Beetle
Harvest Hardshell
Hooded Dodo
Leopard Coralclimber
Palefoot Tadhop
Silver Ferret
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The Life and Loss of Asili

Leucistic Crow
Heatherbed Lily
White Rook
Silver Sylvan Wings
White Linen Fabric Scrap
Crystal Quartz
Spathiphyllum
Dusty Sage Lantern
Frosted Woodmask
Cloudberry Plumed Corsage
Patio Rose
Salt
Leather Centaur Quiver
White Slime
Alabaster Filigree Banner
Frosted Woodtrail
Snowshoe Rabbit
Moondust Starsilk Cloak
White Gold Cerdae Pendant
Selenite
Wild Onion
White Squirrel
White Knight
Pristine Rose Thorn Wing Tangle

When she burst from her egg and opened her eyes two kind looking dragons sat around her, looking curiously forward. They gasped when they saw her eyes, they glowed like a deity’s. They had heard of dragons making their eyes glow with powerful magic before but had never heard of a dragonet being born with them. The small dragonet wobbled from side to side as she tried to stand. One of the dragon’s reached their wing out to balance her.

“What should we name her?” Daunter asked.

“How about after my grandmother,” Basilisk suggested.

Daunter gave him a displeased glance, “We are not naming this poor dragonet after your grandmother. We have four children named after her and they have at least eight cousins who share their names. We are not doing that to this one too. Now stop coddling her.”

Basilisk removed his wing from the dragonet and let her balance on her own, “Oh fine, well what do you suggest then?”

The two went back and forth bantering between names until finally Daunter suggested, “Asili.”

“Asili?”

“It means the beginning source or ancestor, so in a way we can name her after your grandmother but it is also fine and elegant like the skydancer she is.” Daunter explained.

“Okay,” Basilisk agreed. “Her name is Asili”

Asili grew up loved by her parents and by anyone who met her. Everyone who met her was fascinated by her charisma and enthusiasm, but they were most interested in her stories. She told of singing fireflies, snakes who danced in fire, and yellow horses whose footsteps left behind flowers.When dragons asked how she created such beautiful stories she said that they simply came to her.

Eventually Asili yearned to see the outside world and she left her clan to travel the world. She would tell stories for tips and food. It was never a very extravagant life but it suited her. She was in love with the world and it always seemed to give her exactly what she needed. She stayed at countless taverns and hotels, drinking and telling stories, laughing at strangers and making them smile back. Everywhere she went she was the life of the party. Everything she touched seemed to be changed for the better.

She had never thought much of love until she was staying in the Dripcave Dregs. She found a smaller family owned Gaoler dinner and ordered some frozen horderves. As she slowly snacked and doodled on her napkin the kitchen seemed to be buzzing. Asili threw a few curious glances their way. Whenever she did this Gaolers would catch her eye and quickly look away as if they were talking about her. She scratched at the corns of her mouth, feeling a bit self conscious. Did she have something 8n her teeth?

Before long a young skydancer was shoved out of the kitchen doors. He met her eyes and nervously looked down. He was holding her dinner so Asili watched as he made his way over to her. He set the food down infront of her and lingered before he spoke.

“My name is Dain,” He said.

“Asili,” she replied. “Would you like to have a seat?”

“Yes please!” He smiled and sat across from her. There were a few distant gasps from the kitchen and Dain’s face flushed a bright blue. “I am so sorry about them. Um, you’re just the first skydancer to come in here since they adopted me and well-”

“They were trying to set us up?” Asili asked.

“Yes,” Dain laughed nervously and stole a sip of what was supposed to be Asili’s water.

“It’s a date then,” she said. There had never been a more perfect match.

You always hear people say that fighting is healthy, but they never did. Asili extended her time in the Southern Icefield to stay with Dain as long as she could but eventually she tired of the bitter cold. When the time came she asked Dain to come with her and he did happily. They said their farewells to the gaolers and left for Asili’s home clan.

When new stories came to Asili it was not unusual, what was unusual is that these stories felt more like memories and some of them were very dark. They often ended in Asili being consumed by some large amount of the shade. They made her feel tired and weak. For some time she told no one of these strange memories. That was until she woke up screaming and crying with Dain holding onto her tightly. He was beyond worried and finally Asili opened up about these stories that felt all too real.

The couple began seeing doctors and specialists but no one could explain what was happening to her. The more time passed the more Asili grew tired to the point that she was sleeping most days and when she was awake she was unbearably groggy. Next they began to go to magic specialists to see if her mana balance was off to see if wizards could cast a spell to help her recover. One day they visited a fae who claimed to be clairvoyant. Green eyes spotted her flank all the way down to her tail. Her name was Rayuna.

She pressed her paws to Asili’s forehead and witnessed for herself the stories that plagued Asili’s mind. When the small dragon fluttered back she looked shocked, which was strange for a fae as they often were expressionless.

“I don’t know how to explain it, or if this is even possible, but you are a deity,” Rayuna spoke. “A twelfth deity lives.”

At first the couple didn’t know what to think but soon enough Asili started to believe it and Dain was not far behind as he trusted his partner more then he trusted himself. Before they could look much farther into it Asili slipped into her current almost vegitative state. She no longer leaves her cave, she no longer recognizes the faces around her, and the only words she ever speaks are "My name is Asili, I am the Creationist."

Nickel Cat Figurine
Mirror
Moonscale Shoulder Guards
Silver Pocketwatch
Frozen Rock Flow
Ornate Iron Necklace
Diamond Ring
Polar Wooly
Earthshaker Stone Statue
Fascinator
Delver Parts
Fluttering Mandible Helmet
Fluted Bat Spoon
Respectable Alabaster Locket
Cumulus Mane
Glittering Bluesilver Torc
Greystone Deer
Simple Iron Necklace
Glass Isopod
Smoky Quartz
Fossilized Leaf
Grey Slime
Frigid Crown
Silver Ore

The Children of Asili

For a long time Dain was heartbroken. All his dreams of growing old and raising a family with Asili were gone and in a manner of speaking so was she. He began sleeping in a separate cave as sleeping next to her was often too painful. Although he always awoke and rushed to her side when he heard her crying out in the night.

This night was no different but when he came to Asili he found that she was not the one wailing. A young skydancer draped across her arms was. The child looked as if he had just hatched. Shadows pooled out from his eyes and he looked like a perfect mix of Asili and himself. He pulled the dragonet out of Asili’s grasp and looked him over.

“Asili who’s dragonet is this?” Dain asked,

She looked back at him but he couldn’t see anything. No emotion, her eyes were like clouded stained glass. Asili didn’t respond. As Dain looked down at the young dragon he felt his heart swell and he knew. This was his child. This was Asili’s child. He hugged the dragonet close to his chest and placed his wings around Asili. Dain cried, joyful for the first time in a long time, he had a piece of her. A piece of her he could love and hold and cherish forever. He had their child.

After Asili created Nyx. Many other special eyed children began to appear around her although it was obvious she was not the parent of all of them. The working theory is that Asili still has some of her powers from when she was in her deity form but because of the shade and her mortal form she has to take from others to create and that is what she does. Most of the dragon with overflowing amounts of magic born in this clan were created by Asili and more still seem to come.

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Extra


Asili - The beginning source or ancestor

I specifically looked for a gen1 with the birthday of November 30th because before all of the deities were updated to have "First Age Ancient" for their birthday, their birthday was November 30th.

I bought her on October 27th and her colors were Umber/Lavender/Flint which I did nothing was fitting of a deity so I scattered her once and really liked the out come. I like to imagine her black spots are remnants of what her deity form looked like where here body looked like it was made of floating clusters of stars and nebulas.

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Umber/Lavender/Flint
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