Relic

Relic is sometimes more easily able to perceive the dead than the living. She finds time spend in a cemetery very comforting, and for her it is very clear that death is just another form of life. She sometimes can feel when near someone with a similar burden like her. She always carries a journal with her, an idea that came from her mother's tales of her father. Whereas his is more a record of stories and adventures, her use of it intensified after her 'death' and in it she records all of the fallen that she meets; clan or otherwise. Sometimes includes the locations of their corpses. Often it will include information on what they were like in life, and more rarely messages they wish to pass on to their families. Fortuna Caeca Est Generation 2 Neander > Relic

WhoseReflection is her Bound familiar, who shares deeply with her. Reflection is very intelligent and is even fluent in the draconic language. The two are close companions, sharing a profound respect for the connections between life and death. Reflection has much more of an enthusiasm for the coarser types of humor than Relic would ever appreciate, and has been known to "haunt" clan youngsters staying up too late and telling ghost stories.

Familiar WhoseReflection Gentle / Patient / Curious

This curse would be traced down his lineage. All Neander's 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.

Like her father, Relic shared a passion for the open sea.

To the dragons of the water flight, the Thousand Current Sea is everything. It provides sustenance, a way of life. Though it is bountiful and replenishing, it is also harsh and forgiving, and dragons of the water flight know the dangers well. The sea is something to fear... and to respect.

Relic remembered snippets of Neander from her childhood, but his constant absence meant that she didn't really know him. Her mother held him in the highest regard and Relic grew to love the passionate and adventurous stories that she told of Neander's life and adventures. She dreamt of roaming the Thousand Currents just like her father and vowed to leave her clan behind her when she was of age.

Of course, she like all her family was well aware of Neander's curse, the one passed down through their family heritage. Relic took these tales with a grain of salt, thinking it more of a myth than truth, but it haunted her all the same, as if she couldn't completely deny the existence of it.

Relic didn't believe in an afterlife. To her mind there were no gods, no divine entities watching over dragonkind, and she often scoffed at the notion, unable to comprehend why dragons would exalt themselves to a silent deity. Sornieth was a cruel world in which the gods remained distant, and to a dragon like Relic, well, there was no proof in which to validate a life after death.

The only thing she was certain of was her own life, and it wasn't one that she wanted to waste, fretting over an unknown afterlife or exalting her services to a deity that she was skeptical about at best. If her father's curse was a real as the air she breathed, well, Relic wanted no part of it.

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It was not long after Relic began roaming on her own that she was swept into the midst of the maelstrom. She never meant to get caught in the turbulent winds, never meant to fall from her flight. The world whirled around her, and Relic was swept away with the crashing tides.

Relic wasn't strong enough to swim against the violent currents. The storm raged and the waves pulled her under, further and further from the surface. Her her body was tossed and turned with the tides and eventually slammed her into an outcrop of rocks. It happened in mere seconds. She suffered a fatal head injury, and the sea clung to her body like a long lost lover, making a home in her heart.

She felt comforted in this way as a calming numbness washed over her, her conscious drifting in and out. Though she was concussed and slowly drifting off to her death, she felt no panic, no regret, no loneliness. She knew, without a doubt, that she was heading home, and the thought was an oddly reassuring one.

For how long Relic drifted like this, freezing cold and dying, she didn't know, before a voice called out to her, seemingly from the depths below.

"Do you want to live?"

Her first impulse was to say 'no'. Despite her grasping at any adventure life offered, she had found no mate, no true home. She thought about the peace here, dying, and the sense that she was somehow returning to someplace or someone that felt right. She had spent her life seeking the sea, and despite her search, she had not found.. something.

There was the sense of a smile, and the gentle voice spoke again "You have sought me, my daughter. Not the sea, but the currents."

"I am not done searching." She realized as she answered.

"Not yet.."

What happened next, Relic could not describe in any way that made sense. It felt like a foreign entity was overtaking her body. Her muscled spasmed violently, like venom coursing through her veins. The bitter cold that enveloped her limbs slowly began to fade, and suddenly, Relic was wide awake, drifting in shallows she had never seen before.

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Relic in some ways cannot truly understand what happened in those moments, but is increasingly grateful for her second chance nonetheless. For a long time after this incident, she feared that she truly was deceased, and that her body was just an empty shell of her former self. Eventually however Relic came to embrace her death, and unlike her previous viewpoint on the afterlife, is fully comfortable knowing that the end of life isn't necessarily the end of existence.

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Relic's true acceptance of her rebirth turned a corner when she met a Guardian devotee of the Tidelord named Ddu. Foster parent to numerous lost Undertides, dedicated seeker of prophecies and lore of the Tidelord, he was exactly what she had never hoped to find. A true soulmate.

Sometimes, in her heart of hearts, she wonders if this is why she was saved, if this destiny with a beloved what why that unknowable entity ensured she lived. And if that is so, I thank you.

The strings of pearls and shells she wears were a courting gift from Ddu.





Scry: goal
Points: 130kt
Breed Change to Skydancer: 400k
Foam: Arlo