Zygygora
(#49483027)
Our arcane horror arisen
Binding
Dancing Chalice
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This dragon’s natural inborn element is Arcane.
Female Guardian
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Personal Style
Apparel
Skin
Scene
Measurements
Length
11.4 m
Wingspan
12 m
Weight
8331.66 kg
Genetics
Charcoal
Slime
Slime
Silver
Sludge
Sludge
Leaf
Stained
Stained
Hatchday
Breed
Eye Type
Level 10 Guardian
EXP: 4619 / 27676
STR
21
AGI
14
DEF
17
QCK
12
INT
10
VIT
21
MND
10
Biography
After a year of being absent from the clan, Zygogora returned as an amalgamation of cosmic mysticism: the former warrior beloved by her clan, consumed by the ectoplasmic horrors there arcane tried to hide. With her right claw, she issues direction and discipline; with her left, she constantly wields a chalice, oozing with sickening peculiarity... and temptation. Though, such a beast of unrivalled power would not come so quick; for about as long as her absence, she commanded her old clan to summon the space in the lair for her to begin her final transformation. In a chrysalis of her own design, enzymes digested the innards of her form; her mind, heart, and soul, all replaced to leave something simply unrecognizably grand.
The order she commands, while slow, is monumental. When she wishes change to occur, it will; like the creeping tendrils, glistening skins, and pulsing madness of her own domain.
She adhered to her new-old home incredibly well, forming strong and intimate relations with the members of the pantheon she found herself to be the leader of and, of course, rearing divine little hatchlings of her own- some would go on to spread their influences elsewhere and continue the powerful lineage, whereas some would stay with her. Regardless of their fates, and regardless of their will, the binding lives on within each one of them.
From the "most evil dragon above you" thread:
From the "Favourite female above you" thread:
@SakraKaine
The fact that the obsidian guardian was able to articulate his question, let alone ask it at all, was an impressive feat; especially at Zygygora directly; her ectoplasmic coven were expectedly cold towards this rather bashful of visitors. But if she tolerated him, they would also.
But in order to answer a question, an answer must be prepared, of course. Thus, before she spoke, the air became dense with a malignant presence; an unwelcome change, that stank of something foul -perhaps even fatty. The once at least semi tolerable temperature almost felt as though it were skyrocketing. The pressure suffered a similar increase. An intoxicating thrumming followed. It were as though somehow, Zygygora had turned the space she occupied into a cauldron, merely by preparing an answer to a question. And this continued. Even more, the temperature rose. Even more, the air crushed against any surface. All of this, accompanied by a crescendo of a hum that unsettled the ground, as well as one's heartbeat. A nauseating affair, only worsened by the now even more charnel smell of iron, or gutted fish.
All the while, the guardian was gauging her answer. How much does she divulge? Shall she answer in a way that breaks armoured guardian's psyche? Does she deceive him? Or shall she simply keep pondering so hard that the dragon merely implodes from the atmospheric intensity?
Finally, however, she decides. The air becomes cool, spirits at rest. The change, while dizzying to adjust to, is a relief.
Steam seems to jut from each slit in her helmet, illuminated by the ambient glow from within it. The further she lifts her head, the more it creaks with antiquity. And, painstakingly, opens her maw with a metallic groan.
"Ask them yourself."
That was all.
art by 3141592653589793 :0 :D
Art by Strangeflesh !
The order she commands, while slow, is monumental. When she wishes change to occur, it will; like the creeping tendrils, glistening skins, and pulsing madness of her own domain.
She adhered to her new-old home incredibly well, forming strong and intimate relations with the members of the pantheon she found herself to be the leader of and, of course, rearing divine little hatchlings of her own- some would go on to spread their influences elsewhere and continue the powerful lineage, whereas some would stay with her. Regardless of their fates, and regardless of their will, the binding lives on within each one of them.
From the "most evil dragon above you" thread:
Blotworx wrote on 2022-03-09 09:59:18:
Honorable mention goes to Zygygora. She's the ideal lovecraft dragon.
CryptidHours wrote on 2022-02-23 08:51:39:
As much as I wanted to give a spotlight to some other dragon, I simply can't overlook Zygygora. Her vibes are just *chef's kiss*. Love this eldritch momma
From the "Favourite female above you" thread:
Hyzenthlaay wrote on 2022-02-27 07:23:49:
This apparel is beautifully natural; it genuinely looks like it's a part of a dragon rather than just a flash dress-up doll. I'm obsessed.
MandiblesInferno wrote on 2022-04-02 15:22:20:
Quote:
@MandiblesInferno
A gold-veined, armored Guardian makes his way up to Zygygora, a strange curiosity in his eyes.
He speaks softly, twitching and stuttering slightly, whether from nervousness or the fact he's tested potions and spells on himself is a little up in the air, but he manages to ask his question anyway.
"Hello, Zygygora. I-if you don't-t mind me asking, what was eveyone's r-reaction to you're return-n?"
He sits down, still twitching occasionally, and looks around, waiting patiently for an answer.
A gold-veined, armored Guardian makes his way up to Zygygora, a strange curiosity in his eyes.
He speaks softly, twitching and stuttering slightly, whether from nervousness or the fact he's tested potions and spells on himself is a little up in the air, but he manages to ask his question anyway.
"Hello, Zygygora. I-if you don't-t mind me asking, what was eveyone's r-reaction to you're return-n?"
He sits down, still twitching occasionally, and looks around, waiting patiently for an answer.
@SakraKaine
The fact that the obsidian guardian was able to articulate his question, let alone ask it at all, was an impressive feat; especially at Zygygora directly; her ectoplasmic coven were expectedly cold towards this rather bashful of visitors. But if she tolerated him, they would also.
But in order to answer a question, an answer must be prepared, of course. Thus, before she spoke, the air became dense with a malignant presence; an unwelcome change, that stank of something foul -perhaps even fatty. The once at least semi tolerable temperature almost felt as though it were skyrocketing. The pressure suffered a similar increase. An intoxicating thrumming followed. It were as though somehow, Zygygora had turned the space she occupied into a cauldron, merely by preparing an answer to a question. And this continued. Even more, the temperature rose. Even more, the air crushed against any surface. All of this, accompanied by a crescendo of a hum that unsettled the ground, as well as one's heartbeat. A nauseating affair, only worsened by the now even more charnel smell of iron, or gutted fish.
All the while, the guardian was gauging her answer. How much does she divulge? Shall she answer in a way that breaks armoured guardian's psyche? Does she deceive him? Or shall she simply keep pondering so hard that the dragon merely implodes from the atmospheric intensity?
Finally, however, she decides. The air becomes cool, spirits at rest. The change, while dizzying to adjust to, is a relief.
Steam seems to jut from each slit in her helmet, illuminated by the ambient glow from within it. The further she lifts her head, the more it creaks with antiquity. And, painstakingly, opens her maw with a metallic groan.
"Ask them yourself."
That was all.
art by 3141592653589793 :0 :D
Art by Strangeflesh !
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