Scath
(#50426517)
Level 1 Imperial
Familiar
Death Seeker
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This dragon’s natural inborn element is Ice.
Male Imperial
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Personal Style
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Skin
Scene
Measurements
Length
19.51 m
Wingspan
16.07 m
Weight
8083.2 kg
Genetics
Midnight
Wasp
Wasp
Midnight
Bee
Bee
Fog
Firefly
Firefly
Hatchday
Breed
Eye Type
Level 1 Imperial
EXP: 0 / 245
STR
6
AGI
6
DEF
6
QCK
5
INT
8
VIT
8
MND
6
Biography
Scáth
A creature of the shadows...
A creature of the shadows...
I watch the clan from my hiding place on the bushes, desperately seeking the one thing I know I cannot have.
___Company.
___Company, something which has been denied to me since I hatched.
___Oh, I can find company, but not the satisfying sort. The company of hellhounds and dark wraiths is not what one would call companionable.
___I wish for the company of a familiar, or a dragon. Any dragon would do. But, for their sakes, I must not. Cannot.
___I sigh softly in the bushes. It is pointless to stop and stare, and if I don’t go soon, I will leave an irreparable mark.
___And yet, I make no move. Of all the clans I have seen in a very long time, this one is the most peaceful, happy looking one.
___The first whole one.
___I shudder. It has been almost one full rotation of the planet around the sun since the plague called the Infection struck down on Sornieth.
___The plague I caused.
___Casting one last longing look over the clan, I rise slowly, to minimise the rustling of the bushes, my dark scales blending into the night.
___Just as I am turning to go, I hear a hiss, my only warning before I am enveloped in a net.
___I let out a yelp of alarm, and begin to frantically claw the net, only to break my claws against the enchanted ropes. “No!” I yell. “You don’t want to do this!”
___Even as the words leave my mouth, I realise they sound incredibly stupid. A clan isn’t just going to let a random dragon wander around their territory, surely?
___“What don’t we want to do? Apprehend a potentially dangerous dragon?” A brightly coloured Mirror comes into view.
___“No-” I try to explain, but a sharp talon comes down and rests on my nose. I freeze in surprise. This dragon just touched me. This dragon is going to die.
___“That’s better,” the Mirror says. “Now, on my mark, I want you all to put your backs into lifting this interloper three tail-lengths off the ground.”
___“Please,” I say, “listen! You have to-” I break off as the Mirror gives his command and I am jerked into the air. They carry me down to what appears to be a central meeting place below my previous vantage point.
___I am unceremoniously dumped on the ground within a ring of curious, murmuring dragons and familiars. This is bad, I think, panicking. This is very bad. I have to get out of here, quickly, and hope that at least some of these dragons will survive.
___An abrupt silence falls over the watching dragons and familiars, as a pair of dragons, presumably the alpha pair, step out onto a rocky ledge above our heads, surveying me.
___One of the dragons, a Mirror female, lightly leaps down, and circles me.
___“So. What are you? A spy? An assassin?” She says. It takes me a moment to realise that I am the one she is speaking to.
___I hesitate. No I am not any of those, but what do I say? That I am a dragon who spreads death wherever he goes? As I think about it, I realise I could technically be an assassin. I kill dragons, just like that, however unintentional it may be.
___“I do not know exactly what I am,” I say, after a minute. It seems the most appropriate answer. “And I need to go now. While I am here, you are all in danger.”
___The Mirror makes a coughing, growling sound, and the first thought that comes to mind is I’ve killed her already, before I realise she is laughing. I do not know whether to be relieved or irritated.
___She is just opening her mouth to make what I presume would be a scathing comment when a beautiful blue and black Skydancer sweeps in, knocking her back. She seems extremely agitated about something.
___She stands before me, her talons full of what appear to be herbal remedies, and to my greatest surprise, proceeds to force them into my mouth. I am so astonished that I don’t resist, and swallow reflexively.
___“You’re in astonishingly good shape for a dragon with the Infection,” she comments. With my head resting flat on the ground, she barely reaches eye level.
___A part of me wonders how she knows that I carry the Infection. I give no outward or inward signs of it. Another part of me expects the surrounding dragons to partake in an episode of mass hysteria, but there is merely a rustle of wings, as they look on more curiously than before.
___“Thank you, Nyx,” the Mirror says, sounding a little irritated. “Seeing as he appears to be in such good condition, perhaps you could have given me a little warning first?”
___“As a healer, I cannot do that,” the Skydancer - Nyx - replies. “You know that.”
___I wonder at their conversation. Nyx calmly strode in and fed me herbs - is there a cure after all? My thoughts are cut short at a sudden twinge of pain in my gut. I gasp, curling inward. Or are they for a quick death? But surely a quick death would be painless? Or is all the pain being combined into a few moments, so that it might be over and done with?
___More stabs of pain follow the first, and in moments my whole body feels as though it is on fire while being stabbed with barbed spears. I scream until my voice gives out, and descend into a blissful blackness.
.
.
The next thing I know, I am in a soft nest, in a cool, dimly lit cave. I wonder where I am and the rest of my memories come rushing back.
___I twitch, ready to spring, but take a moment to see if anyone is about. The healer’s cave, for, presumably that is what it is, appears empty. I slowly stand up, pleased to find that my previous aches are gone. Turning around, to face the entrance, I get a surprise. Nyx is right there, staring me in the eyes.
___I freeze, unsure what I should do.
___“I do apologise for what happened before. I hadn’t realised that the herbs would affect you like that. I should have checked; I was overly hasty. Please, accept my apologies.” She is studying me carefully, looking slightly concerned.
___I don’t know what to say. Normally when a dragon speaks to me it is to curse me. Never has it been to apologise.
___“I, um.” I blink rapidly. “I’m - I’m okay. Uh. Thank you for your concern.” Surely I must be dreaming. Or perhaps I am dead, in a place where dragons no longer care if you’re a mass murderer.
___Looking relieved, she leans back, as though trying to look at all of me at once. “At least you don’t appear to be suffering from any lasting effects.”
___“Er,” I mumble, “how long have I been unconscious for?”
___“Three days,” she says without hesitation.
___I take a moment to process that. “W-what?” I stammer. Three days. Plenty long enough to ensure that every member of the clan is infected.
___She tips her head a little. “Is there something you need to do? What’s the problem?”
___I needed to leave days ago. You’re all going to die. “I - I have to go,” I stumble past her, ducking under the cave opening.
___“Just one minute,” her voice has changed from concerned to stern, as though I have done something wrong. I ignore her, forging ahead. Reaching a clear space large enough for me to take off in, I spread my wings, kicking off from the ground.
___There are yells from on the ground - they are giving chase.
___No no no. My gut clenches. Flying is not something I’m good at. They’ll catch up to me. Drag me back. But what difference does it make at this point? I’ve already spread the disease to them - they’re condemned anyway. I just can’t bear the thought of facing them.
___A purple and blue Skydancer appears in front of me, and I swerve, right into the path of another, who is grey and scarred. They distract me long enough for the fighters to appear - the brightly coloured Mirror, another Mirror - a female - and a male Guardian.
___“Back to the ground,” the Mirror says - he is clearly the boss.
___I glance round in anguish as they heard me downward, until my claws brush the grass. I whip my head back and forth searching for a way out but I am surrounded.
___I have just resigned myself to my - and their - fate when another Skydancer appears. She takes one look at me, and her flickering firefly scales dim. “Oh dear,” is all she says.
.
.
I am entirely sure of what is going on. I am escorted back to the centre of the clan, and the firefly Skydancer disappears into what seems to be the alphas' den. She is in there for some time. I wonder if she knows what I am. The way her scales paled before would at least suggest she knows I am dangerous. She is probably ordering my execution. I wish I could tell her it would not work. That I cannot stay dead for long. And yet I still suffer through the pains and needs of the flesh.
___Eventually she reappears, along with the alphas. She glides down, and stands beneath the rock, as though waiting. Above her, the Mirror gives out a call, presumably summoning clan members. They arrive, and make a circle around me like they did three nights ago.
___When everyone is gathered, she raises a wing for silence before speaking. I barely hear what she says, my ears only tuned to any words suggesting my death.
___After several minutes, I realise that there is silence and everyone is staring at me. Nervous, I look around.
___"Well?" the alpha female demands.
___"Wh - what?" I stammer, realising that she has obviously asked me a question.
___"I said, 'what brings you here'," she replies impatiently, her whip thin tail slashing through the air so fast I can hear the whistle.
___I hesitate. "Nothing really," I mumble. "I travel a lot, and I just happened to be... Within the vicinity."
___Her eyes narrow. "Hmm." She unfolds and folds her wings, settling them neatly along her back. She looks a touch thoughtful. "While that may be what you think... I believe you're here for a reason." She looks down at me, her gaze intense.
___I resist the urge to roll my eyes. Just my luck to have come upon a clan that seems to be very religious. They're probably going to try and sacrifice me to the gods to appease them or something equally ridiculous.
___She bares her teeth in a feral grin, seeming to catch the skepticism in my eyes. "It's not what you think. Ever since the Infection, dragons have found their way here for a reason. And I have heard a few things about you..."
___From who, the dead? I bite my tongue. Everyone who knew me is dead. I'm amazed that no-one here is showing symptoms yet. Must have Plague ancestry.
___"... Including that you happen to be the source of the Infection," she continues casually, as though commenting on how beautiful the local flora is.
___For a moment I think my heart has stopped at her words, but I can feel it, beating, hard and fast. I open my mouth to defend myself, but I can't seem to speak.
___"And I should think that that is a hard burden to bear, unassisted." With a regal air, she gently alights in front of me. I feel intimidated, despite being at least ten times her size.
___"I would ask you your name," she says, her head tipped a little in what might be curiosity.
___Somehow I find my voice. "I have no name," I reply. "I am most often addressed as Scáth. The word for 'shadow'," I add hastily.
___"Scáth." She looks thoughtful. "Would you accept that as your name? Or would you prefer something... Less likely to remind you of your past?"
___I hesitate. "I would be happy with Scáth. It is something that I am familiar with, and... It might not altogether be a bad thing for me to be reminded of the past. To remember those lost." Thinking of my name brings back old memories. I block them out forcefully. Those are not memories I wish to relieve... Memories if the family I once had.
___She considers this. After a moment she nods slowly. "Very well then. You shall henceforth be called Scáth."
___I hear a frantic scratching noise, and turn to see what it is. A young male Skydancer is quickly scribbling something on a scrap of parchment, muttering to himself. I stare, wondering what he is writing.
___Noticing my gaze, he flutters a wing, and blows onto the parchment, drying the ink. Looking satisfied with something, he rolls it into a tiny scroll and tucks it into a ouch by his side, resuming his earlier position.
___I blink and turn back to the Mirror.
___"That is Ebony," she says, almost seeming to read my mind. "I am Snay, leader of this clan. And that lazy, good-for-nothing piece of fur up there is my mate." Despite her harsh words, there is a fond glint in her eyes.
___I nod my head slowly. "It is... A pleasure to meet you." A vague memory of my mother from when I was a hatchling reminds me to be polite. Manners are always useful.
___"Now, as I have conferred with the clan, I would like to offer you a place within it." She meets my gaze steadily.
___It takes a moment for my brain to translate those words. When it does, I gape. "You - you mean..." I trail off.
___"That I am offering you a place within this clan? A place for you to stay? Yes." If she were a harpy or centaur or some other Beastclan creature, I would think I saw a smile on her face.
___"I - I would love... Love to stay." I can hardly believe it. Me, harbinger of death and disease, offered a place within this small, peaceful clan. I am dreaming. Surely I'm dreaming.
___Snay does smile this time, and a part of me wonders where she picked up this mannerism, for it is not one we dragons use. "Wonderful! I hope you shall enjoy living here." She straightens herself out, folding her wings more securely at her side. A slight change from enthusiastic welcomer to stern leader. "Nyx has informed me that you are fit to take on clan duties. I shall leave you to meet the others. Come to my cave at first light tomorrow and I will organise your roster." She hurries off in a whirl.
___I can only stare bemusedly after her. Where were the warnings of work? What will I have to do? I feel a little doubtful. However, my doubt is soon swept away as dragon after dragon bounces up to say hello and introduce themselves, leaving me feeling overwhelmed.
I am up at the crack of dawn, not wanting to be late. This is the first clan I have ever found where I might be able to stay, and I don't want to lose my new home.
___I only see one or two dragons up and about. I recognise Nyx and her scowl, and the brightly coloured Mirror who captured me. He tips his head when he sees me, seeming to consider something, before nodding and moving on.
___At the entrance to the cave, I hesitate, uncertain of what to do now. I have not spent enough time in any clan to be entirely certain of how to act around the Alphas. They all vary, but they do prefer it when you announce your presence.
___"Um, hello?" I stutter nervously. "It-it's me - S-Scáth." My tongue stumbles over my name. When was the last time I had a name?
___Snay's head pokes out. "Ah, good!" she exclaims, "You're up early! I do admire an early riser." She proceeds to explain that I'll be helping out with gathering food today - my large size will help to carry food back.
___"After all, we wouldn't want Wavecrest Saturnalia to start and there to be no food, now would we? We'll be much too busy celebrating to hunt, and forage."
___Puzzled, I ask what Wavecrest Saturnalia is.
___She blinks, a brief expression of surprise on her face. "It's when we celebrate the Tidelord, his existence, and... Well, basically it's a celebration, and all Water-born dragons celebrate it."
___I have heard of the Tidelord, but not much. "Who is the Tidelord exactly?"
___The look she gives me this time is one of complete incredulity. "The Tidelord... Is one of the eleven dragon gods. He helped defeat the Shade."
___I nod, acting as though I understood everything she said, despite the fact that "the Shade" means nothing to me. I can't spend all morning asking questions. I pause to make sure Snay has nothing more to say, and hurry off.
___I hang around in the dusty area that seems to be where the clan gathers, uncertain, waiting for the dragons I'm supposed to be helping.
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Sc?th's Finery
Thank you Serpentarius!!!
Poor sad boye. Thank you Suffer ^u^
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