Cupita
(#51146253)
Loving someone deeply gives one courage.
Familiar
Strawberry Noggle
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This dragon’s natural inborn element is Arcane.
Female Bogsneak
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Personal Style
Apparel
Skin
Scene
Measurements
Length
7.56 m
Wingspan
8.43 m
Weight
707.15 kg
Genetics
Ice
Ripple
Ripple
Cerise
Saturn
Saturn
Magenta
Lace
Lace
Hatchday
Breed
Eye Type
Level 15 Bogsneak
EXP: 302 / 60881
STR
7
AGI
8
DEF
6
QCK
8
INT
5
VIT
6
MND
5
Biography
Cupita
Lore
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It was the dead of winter and Sornieth was locked in the perpetual shackles of the Icewarden's icy grip. Other elements, despite the best efforts of the mages and warriors of the other Flights, couldn't stave off the storm that howled and roared like some beast. Nestled inside the violet crystalline caverns carved out of one of the spines of the Crystalspine Reaches was the fledgling clan called Sanguinem Luna. Dragons, young and old, sat huddled in the Main Hall to observe the frigid tempest outside. A harsh snort erupted from one of the adults, a female Wildclaw with forearms that rested uselessly in slings at her chest. Fuchsia fireflies danced around her despite the fury that rolled off her stiff frame. She was called Chrysus'Flamma and held the esteemed rank of Captain within the military caste called the Day's Watch. "Wretched Ice Dog is going to freeze everyone on the planet to death at this rate." Even the young felt the unease that rippled through the elders at that statement. In the wake of worried hissing, a cerulean Imperial male limped through the crowd to stand at the mouth of the crystal tunnel complex. His eggplant hued mane whipped wildly and his long whiskers trailed out to dance in the snowstorm. Garbed in grim, tattered fabrics this male Imperial was known as Tacet'Mare. His sonorous voice overpowered the hushed whispers, "The worry is valid... Dark days are upon us all..." He turned to face the clan. "However I ask how that is new? It is not as if we haven't faced storms before. It wasn’t so long ago that we wandered aimless through weather fair and foul. Look to those around you, draw in the warmth of kinship and friendship that we've strived so hard to build... Magna’Mater and Magna’Patrem have found us a wonderful home. We are sheltered, and warmer than we’d ever be out there. Come, enough grousing. There is plenty to do than idle in the Main Hall.” His great wings spread and fanned out in a lazy flapping motion to herd the clan toward the tunnel that led deeper into the crystal complex. After a few sudden outbursts from some dragons within the crowd, Tacet’Mare came to a stop when three tiny hatchlings broke from the clan to stare up at him. The eclectic menagerie of the trio was not uncommon to the clan, one male Guardian sporting black and purple coloration, one male Mirror of silver and blue, and one female Guardian of white and pink. The female Guardian squeaked, “Where’s Mama Uncle Ta?” The rustle of fabric and flutter of his great whiskers did little to intimidate the little ones when Tacet’Mare lowered his head closer. His elegant cranium dwarfed the trio combined. “Magna’Mater is traveling with Magna’Patrem and his retainers to the Plaguelands.” The silver and blue male mirror crinkled his tiny snout. “Why is Mama going to the stink place?” The male Guardian supplied in a soft squeak. “Mama is late… She said she’d be back in two days.” A heavy breath, exhaled from Tacet’Mare’s flared nostrils nearly bowled over the trio. His jaws parted to answer, however the masculine rasp of a different dragon answered first. “The pup has you there, Mystic. It has been five days since she left. Which begs the question, what have you seen to warrant such apathy?” The owner of the fell rasping voice was a dark Mirror. He sat apart from the rest of the clan, draped in layers of black and gray fabric. Stripes of red stood out on his neck and fierce violet eyes glared at Tacet’Mare. “Then again,” the dark Mirror chuckled, “This wouldn’t be the first time you’ve placed up a front. Oh ho… What’s this now? Fiendcat got your tongue?” Tacet’Mare flicked his snout up in a wordless challenge. His voice remained even, “Do not mistake my faith in your mother for apathy Noctis’Timore. Delays happen, especially in this weather. Magna’Mater has sent word that-“ Suddenly a howl of alarm came from the snowstorm outside. Thunderous, leathery wing beats dominated the cavern. First to burst in through the cavern mouth was a mottled Mirror male adorned in gold. The mottled Mirror thundered in a commanding roar, “Tacet’Mare move your tail! Chrysus! Musa! Be at the ready! We’ve got wounded!” Aequum’Musa was a lovely Skydancer adorned in soft furs and silky finery that rushed quickly up to the mottled Mirror. Chrysus’Flamma snapped to attention and trotted up to the mottled Mirror. Before she could speak two more rushed into the cavern. One was a red and white Imperial female that joined Tacet’Mare out of the way of the cavern mouth. The second was a purple female Skydancer covered from snout to tail in vicious black and purple armor. The Skydancer settled next to Noctis’Timore and immediately began whispering in his ear. The thunderous boom of great wings heralded the approach of the last member of the traveling party. The titanic frame of a female white and blue Guardian filled the cavern mouth before ceasing her flight with the shrill scrape of claws on crystal. A violet cloak, pierced by a hide of shimmering crystal along her back, rustled to show off the enchanting runes along the cloak's embroidered edges. "Chrysus'Flamma, Aequum'Musa," thrummed the radiant feminine voice of the white and blue Guardian, "Please do what you can for this little one. I fear I had to pour nearly everything I had just to keep him warm in the Icewarden's storm." Soft whispers from the crowd dominated the chamber as the female white and blue Guardian bent down to gently deposit her cargo onto the floor. From what the trio of hatchlings could see, as they had just about the best view of the entire event, that the thing that the white and blue Guardian dropped onto the cavern floor was a Tundra hatchling of dark purple fur. The fledgling species that was gaining ground in the Southern Icefield. However, there was something wrong. A pungent odor quickly began to fill the chamber. "Bleurgh," retched a dragon from the crowd, "Whatever is that Magna'Mater?! It smells like it's already dead!" A hideous snort erupted from Noctis'Timore. "That one isn't dead yet fool. Haven't you smelled a Plague Dragon before?" The white and pink Guardian hatchling looked to her mother Magna'Mater, the white and blue Guardian. She could also smell the stink from the little Tundra hatchling that her mother found. Nonetheless, the female Guardian hatchling was happy to see her mother. "Mama! You're back! Why did you bring a stinky baby? Did you find him in the Stinklands?" Magna'Mater turned her attention to the trio of hatchlings. She lowered her head and gently answered, "Yes. But you mustn't call him a stinky baby, that isn't nice dear Cupita." Her great forepaw reached out to scoop up her trio of hatchlings. She nuzzled them and took a deep breath. A row began to rise due to Noctis'Timore's previous harsh comment and heated words flew in the cavern air. Magna'Mater's roar thundered through the cavern. "Enough! Before any of you completely lose all civility, know this. The Plaguelands have been hit just as hard, maybe even more so, than us here in the Arcane isles. The Icewarden's might has destroyed plague clans and decimated the Scarred Wasteland all the way past the Sea of a Thousand Currents! That's why we're so late. We scouted the extent of storm. It is as bad as we feared, after the destruction of the Banescales there is nothing to challenge the Icewarden's magic. Until the Titan Elementis can reign in their brother, this storm is here to stay. As for this baby Tundra here; he is a Foundling. There was no sign of his parents or clan." Her tone softened as she addressed Chrysus'Flamma and Aequum'Musa. "Will he survive?" Aequum'Musa breathed, "Your swift actions saved this little one, My Lady. After some rest in the Nursery, he should be back on his feet and ready to be a hatchling again." Magna'Mater visibly relaxed. "Good. Now everyone, let us sojourn to the Feast Hall. Time to let this excitement fade and we can all warmup with a good meal." Cupita crawled closer to the “Stinky Baby” and looked up at Chrysus’Flamma and Aequum’Musa. Heat, like the fiery coals of a fire pit, radiated from Chrysus’Flamma’s maw as Aequum’Musa fussed over the purple Tundra male hatchling. Cupita asked, “Auntie Musa, is he going to come back to the nest?” Aequum’Musa looked at Cupita with a soft, warm gaze. “Of course dear. He needs a soft, warm place to sleep. Can I count on you to help keep him warm?” Cupita bounced on her paws and wagged her tail. “Yeah! But he needs a bath Auntie.” Aequum’Musa purred, “So he does. Thank you Chrysus, that should do it. His breathing is even and his temperature is equalizing. I should be able to get him to the Nursery now. Come Cupita, Tranquillis, and Aeterna’Scientia. Time to get you three back to your nest.” Aeterna’Scientia, the silver and blue Mirror male, crinkled his snout. “I don’t want to sleep with that stink.” Aequum’Musa answered, “Hush now. No need to be so worried, I’ll give him a bath once we’re back to the Nursery. He won’t be a stinky baby for much longer.” Cupita and her two brothers trailed after Aequum’Musa. They were well versed in the path through the tunnels to get back to the Nursery. The Nursery was a cavern in the heart of the crystal complex with a low ceiling. Warm, star moss lined nests normally lay scattered across the cavern. However, at this time the only family with a current nest was Magna’Mater and Magna’Patrem. It was the same nest that Cupita and her brothers slept in. The other crystal rimed depressions were currently lacking any star moss. Cupita, followed closely by her brothers, crawled into their nest. Where her brothers quickly fell asleep, Cupita remained awake to watch Aequum’Musa. The maternal Skydancer was efficient when she gave the purple Tundra male his bath. Rushed hissing was audible from the tunnel and heavy paw steps approached. First to enter was Magna’Mater, followed by Magna’Patrem and Tacet’Mare. Cupita quickly ducked her head but fanned out her fins so that she could listen. “My Lady,” hissed Tacet’Mare, “I do not think this course is wise.” Magna’Patrem clicked his tongue. “You always say that Tacet’Mare.” A hint of a growl rumbled from Tacet’Mare. “The darkness that surrounds him now pales in comparison to the horrors that await him here. The clan isn’t safe.” Magna’Mater hissed. “He is only a baby Mar. I can’t…” Tacet’Mare continued. “You can’t be his mother, My Lady. You know this!” Aequum’Musa cleared her throat. “If I may… I can be his mother. He is just so plushy and cute… I couldn’t bear the thought of casting him out.” Magna’Mater snorted, “See? Problem solved. He stays, Tacet’Mare. End of discussion.” Tacet’Mare sighed. “Then if I may be so bold… Why not name him Inexorabilis’Cupido?” Magna’Patrem snorted and his brow furrowed with his eyes narrowed. “Why that name?” Aequum’Musa breathed, “Unrelenting Desire…! I love it!” Magna’Mater purred, “It is a powerful name. Worthy of a survivor such as this little one. A wonderful suggestion Tacet’Mare.” Magna’Patrem produced a heavy snort. His wings flared out. “Great, both their brains have turned to mush. What are you playing at Tacet’Mare?” Tacet’Mare rumbled, “Magna’Mater has the right of it. It is a strong name. Hopefully strong enough for what is to come.” Both adult males left the chamber. Aequum’Musa and Magna’Mater both fussed over little Inexorabilis’Cupido. Cupita grew tired of the cooing and curled up with her brothers. She drifted off to easy slumber with a craggy Guardian smile. Sometime in the night, a warm and fluffy body was added into the nest and Cupita shifted to welcome the new snuggle buddy. Unknown to, or perhaps unacknowledged by, all save for Tacet’Mare and Magna’Patrem; Inexorabilis’Cupido’s name was not a boon. As he grew up alongside Cupita and her two brothers, the purple Tundra was a frail and timid thing. Where he was happy to play, he was also quick to flee as soon as they got too rough. It took Cupita exceptional effort to bring him back into playtime, sometimes even going as far as having to play an impromptu game of hide and seek. Which only worked out because it was great fun for all parties involved, including Tranquilis’Aequor and Aeterna’Scientia. There was something about Inexorabilis’Cupido that drew Cupita in. Whenever they were close or far, both were able to feel the other’s presence. It was a warmth built from friendship and trust. As time passed and they grew bigger, that sensation only grew stronger. It proved advantageous for Cupita and Inexorabilis’Cupido because it enabled them to team up against Tranquilis’Aequor and Aeterna’Scientia during their post apprenticeship training as young Mage Knights. It was the same sensation that enabled the pair to help each other subconsciously pass the Test and be acknowledged by the clan as adults. “Enough,” commanded Magna’Patrem, “Cupido. Stop cowering behind Cupita.” Inexorabilis’Cupido’s large mane ruffled as he backpedaled and bowed his head. His red eyes were as wide as the moon. “S-Sorry Sir…” Magna’Patrem produced a harsh snort. “What am I going to do with you? Ever since you could squeak you’ve been a burden. Too timid to fight. Too anxious to carry a conversation. It’s a miracle your entire – HEY! What did I just say? Look at me when I’m talking to you.” Cupita stepped in to shield Inexorabilis’Cupido with one of her forelegs. “Father! That is so uncalled for! Cupido wasn’t cowering!” Magna’Patrem’s eyes narrowed. “When was the last time that Cupido led the party in combat spars Cupita?” “W-Well he-“ Magna’Patrem continued, “My point exactly. I suppose this is the result after you’ve shielded him so much, Cupita. I thought that perhaps he would grow a spine once he grew up some. What a disappointment. Training is done today. Everyone is dismissed.” Magna’Patrem stalked away with his tail lashing like an agitated fiendcat. Cupita glared at his retreating back before turning her attention to Inexorabilis’Cupido. The purple plague Tundra kept his head bowed. His shoulders trembled. He hissed, “I… He… He has the right of it… I can’t…” Cupita bowled Inexorabilis’Cupido over so that he was forced to look up at her. “That is nonsense! My dad doesn’t know what he is talking about.” Inexorabilis’Cupido closed his eyes and his shoulders trembled. He hissed, “Cupita, can you get off?” Cupita fell onto her belly, right on top of Inexorabilis’Cupido. The sudden weight made him gasp. “Hey!” Cupita responded, “Not until you talk to me. We’re a team, you and I. What is really bothering you?” Inexorabilis’Cupido frowned. He stared up at Cupita with a watery sheen in his deep red eyes. “It isn’t exactly what your dad said… but rather what he didn’t say. The risk of this anxiety that plagues me Cupita is that I can’t contribute to the team. Right there? Just now? The unspoken accusation is that I can’t support you as a proper teammate. That I can’t pull my own weight and take the lead should something happen.” Cupita also frowned. Her claws dug small ditches into the training sand. “But you don’t really have to show it… because I already know that you can do it,” she answered, “You pull your weight already. Remember when Tranquilis’Aequor and I were ambushed by that harpy? Your quick response saved us. You took the lead and not only held your weight but mine and Tranquilis’Aequor’s weight too. Don’t you see? My father is worried about nothing because he doesn’t see the whole picture.” Inexorabilis’Cupido sighed. “Ok, ok. You’ve made your point. Can you let me up now?” Cupita asked, “Do you feel better?” Inexorabilis’Cupido answered, “Not one hundred precent right now but I’ll get there. Oh hey, Aeterna’Scientia and Tranquilis’Aequor. Saw that display, did you?” Aeterna’Scientia nodded to the positive while Tranquilis’Aequor answered, “Yes, but don’t feel so down. Scientia just got a severe tongue lashing for leaving empty ink bottles all over the Feast Hall.” “Hey,” growled Aeterna’Scientia, “I keep telling everyone those weren’t empty. I was leaving them in key strategic locations just in case if I need to write something down.” Tranquilis’Aequor stated, “Yeah, well, Father sure didn’t believe that one. You look like you were kicked by an Ophiotaurus, Cupido. Want to go patrol the sea path?” Inexorabilis’Cupido rose to his paws after Cupita finally got off of him. “You know what, that does sound good. Let’s get out of the training hall and get some fresh air.” Aeterna’Scientia spoke, “Oh that reminds me, I’ve been working on a study about the physical benefits of oceanside walks and-“ The four friends made their way through the winding crystalline labyrinth of the Crystal Spire. They passed the Feast Hall, raucous with vibrant song, and eventually made their way outside. There was a precarious path of crystal outcrops that led down to where the Crystal Spire met the sea. The “sea path” that Tranquilis’Aequor referred to was a partially submerged layer of expanded crystal. It was a common route for the Sea Patrol to take so that they could have eyes on the sky and sea. Other times, in the four young dragons’ case, it was a great path to take just to get some easy and calm walking in. The waves were gentle as a faint hissing came from the sea at each wave break. Other crystal spines that formed the Crystalspine Reaches looked so far away from this point of view. The soft and rhythmic sloshing of paws splashing through the small tidal pools eased the group of four’s nerves. Cupita felt so warm and comfortable in the presence of Inexorabilis’Cupido and her two brothers. She smiled at each of them and proclaimed, “What an excellent idea Tranquilis’Aequor. You always seem to know when the ocean is in a good mood.” Tranquilis’Aequor was about to respond however a miasma of malice suddenly struck the group. They could feel the very air grow cold. The waves, while should’ve been ripples, were eerily still. The clouds above seemed to suddenly collect and grow dark. On the still air came a soft hissing of voices, one masculine and the other feminine. Cautious, Tranquilis’Aequor peeked his head around the bend and staggered back. Aeterna’Scientia, perhaps not quite reading the situation, asked loudly, “Whyever are you acting that way Tranquilis’Aequor?” Tranquilis’Aequor glared at his brother and hissed, “Noctis’Timore and Purpura’Squama are around the bend!” Aeterna’Scientia tilted his head. “So? He is our eldest brother and she is our father’s retainer. Sometimes I don’t understand you Tranquilis. We should go say hi.” Slipping passed Tranquilis’Aequor, Aeterna’Scientia walked around the bend and his voice cheerily greeted, “Good afternoon you two. Out for a stroll as well?” Noctis’Timore’s rasping voice could be heard a little louder but was still incomprehensible to the trio that stayed back. “Oh us,” asked Aeterna’Scientia, “Why yes. Father was being his old abrasive self so we figured we’d come down here to cheer up. Hey, you three, come around. There is plenty of room to keep our walk going.” Cupita was the second to come around. She smiled when she saw Noctis’Timore and Purpura’Squama sitting together near the edge of the crystal. “Hello Big Brother,” she greeted, “Sorry if we interrupted any romantic exchange.” Purpura’Squama tilted her head. Noctis’Timore’s lips curled into a large smile under the gloom of his skeletal headdress. “Do not fret,” purred Noctis’Timore, “Your timing was opportune.” Cupita’s fins flattened. “Really? Oh… uh oh… did you two just have a fight?” Both Noctis’Timore and Purpura’Squama fell into a fit of laughter. It was Noctis’Timore that recovered quicker, shaking his head. “No, no, nothing of the sort. We were simply talking about the horrible state of affairs really.” Cupita tilted her head. “Huh? What horrible state of affairs?” Noctis’Timore’s voice fell into a soft whisper. “Truly? You haven’t heard? That is… perfect…” Tattered fabric rustled when Noctis’Timore rose to his paws. On confident, grisly clawed paws he sauntered closer to his younger siblings. “Why I speak of the push. The Arcanist is demanding more aid from the clans… more tributes must be sent.” Cupita asked, “As in more food? But Big Brother, the clan barely has enough stashed away for the winter. Why would the Arcanist demand something so callously?” Wicked, pale fangs glittered in a grin that dripped with ochre saliva. The bleached bone of the giant bird skull did little to hide the manic sparkle in the violet goat eyes hidden in the gloom of the skeletal eye sockets. Noctis’Timore’s voice, so hoarse and rasping like scraping sand paper, finally unveiled a hint of his musical talent in a warmer tenor tone. “Do you hear that Asphodel? My foolish father doesn’t seem keen on keeping the clan informed. What a pity…” Purpura’Squama jutted her armored snout up and spoke with a plume of steam rushing from her maw. “For him, Noct. Perhaps these young ones would like to help? Perplexed, both Cupita and Aeterna’Scientia looked between the older Mirror and Skydancer pair. Cupita felt as if the air dropped by twenty degrees. She was certain that she could see her breath and her heart pounded in her chest. This, she thought, this isn’t me. Her head turned around to look behind her. Cupita saw Inexorabilis’Cupido struggling to crawl closer to her. He was on his belly, pelt and mane flat, with his crimson eyes wide. The minute she locked eyes with him it was confirmed. His terror was being shared between them. He was screaming silently with all his being for her to get away. Noctis’Timore purred, “Why that is a novel idea. Scientia, Cupita. While I’m sure the Arcanist would appreciate supplies such as food and the like, I’m afraid he is asking for… volunteers. Volunteers to aid him in his fight to rid Sornieth of the Shade. Tranquilis and Cupido can come too should they like.” Cupita glanced back at Cupido and was surprised by how adamantly he was shaking his head to the negative. Tranquilis’Aequor was nowhere to be seen. Whatever had them so rattled was starting to make Cupita’s own heart race. “I mean,” started Cupita, “I would like to help… but…” Noctis’Timore lifted himself to his full height, standing on his hind legs. The ocean waves began to build as violet magic on the verge of being inky black shimmered around Noctis’Timore. The smile never left his countenance. He lifted a left forepaw welcomingly at Cupita. “And what is stopping you? Certainly not I, my little sister.” Cupita blinked and looked at Noctis’Timore. He was making sense. The sense of fear she was having was likely from Cupido. And they both knew he tended to be a scaredy cat. Not this time, came the terrified answer from Cupido within Cupita’s mind, I swear. Cupita asked, “What do I have to do?” No, Cupido screeched across their link. Cupita had turned around, surprised by Cupido’s vehement rejection of her idea. Noctis’Timore purred, “All you have to do… is survive to Ascension!” Cupita didn’t even have time to turn around properly. She was struck on the side of the head by a fast bolt of Arcane magic. Her ears rang as she collapsed onto her belly. She felt as if she was underwater as she fell onto her side. Her vision flickered and blurred. She blinked to try and see better but there was an odd sensation of needing to sleep. It clicked. She was struck by a sleeping spell, and a powerful one at that. There was a thunderous splash that sounded like the ocean was roaring. Well maybe it was the two shadowy shapes in her field of sight. There was black, red, and gray; but there was also purple, violet, and black. The pungent crackle of Plague magic looked like a greenish-red smoke cloud erupted. The two shadowy shapes parted for a brief second and Cupita recognized Inexoabilis’Cupido’s handsome purple mane. As quick as he appeared, sharing singular feelings to focus on the fight, he was tackled out of her field of view by the black and red mass. The screeches of two brawling male dragons sounded more like the roars of two mountain faults during an earthquake. Cupita couldn’t resist the spell any longer. She was struck by another bolt once again and rendered unconscious. Cupita can not say how much time she spent unconscious after the sudden attack on the ocean path. When next she woke, there was a stagnant and salty smell to the air. A chilling moisture seeped into her core. As she shivered, she found no relief as her body felt like fire. Examining herself, Cupita could not find any wounds. That observation made her jerk her head up and scan the chamber. It was a small chamber with a low hanging crystal ceiling. Crystalline stalagmites and stalactites dominated the majority of the cavern. Curled up at the base of one of these was Aeterna’Scientia. The only light in the chamber was a mage light that Aeterna’Scientia summoned. His Mirror eyes were focused on the gently swaying conjuration and his lips set in a frown. “Brother,” gasped Cupita, “Where is Cupido? I think he is injured!” “I’m not sure,” answered Aeterna’Scientia, “He isn’t in this chamber. I think I heard his screams echo but… It isn’t wise to make assumptions. I think he is fine. No, I have to believe he is fine just like Tranquilis’Aequor. Our brother isn’t here either.” A grating rumble filled the chamber when a section of the crystal wall slowly fell away. Noctis’Timore stepped inside, alone. There was no sign of Purpura’Squama. Cupita demanded, “What is the meaning of this? Why would you treat us like this brother?” Noctis’Timore tilted his head. “I thought I made myself plenty clear on the ocean path. Also, to be clear, you volunteered Cupita. Just goes to show this must be done. You are not quite ready.” Noctis’Timore raised a grisly forepaw, his long talons glinted in the faint mage light. A sickly, nigh transparent black aura shimmered around his claws. Aeterna’Scientia doubled over, a howl erupted from his throat. Cupita shrieked, “Stop it!” She rushed Noctis’Timore but between the chains and the distance, she fell onto her belly just a tail length away. Noctis’Timore clicked his tongue. “Do not interfere. Your turn will come soon. You mistake this boon for malice.” Cupita rasped, “How can I think otherwise?! Do you not see what you’re doing? Are you deaf?!” A snort erupted from Noctis’Timore. “Pathetic. He fainted.” Cupita was relieved to see the aura of magic dissipate from around Noctis’Timore’s raised paw. She cast a glance at Aeterna’Scientia and she produced a long sigh. Her dear little brother had a low threshold for stress, he was a scholar after all. But that only left her awake to face Noctis’Timore alone. Her fins stretched out defensively and she slowly pulled herself to her full Guardian height. She stared down her snout at Noctis’Timore. Her voice could only manage a soft rasp, “Why?” Noctis’Timore tilted his head a little. He was silent for a long while, his gaze took her in. “Out of all of us… you truly seemed to manifest yourself the closest to our mother. It makes the mind wander with the possibilities. What is your domain?” Any opportunity to keep her eldest brother talking and not wielding whatever grisly spells he could was an option Cupita would take. But his question threw her off. Her domain? Was he talking about her charge as a Guardian? No, he must be referring to the Titan abilities they all inherited from their parents. Latent skills that had yet to manifest for herself. In truth, she hadn’t a single clue. Her other siblings all declared that they felt their domain as instinct, something that just came naturally. Even Aeterna’Scientia knew his domain was the realm of knowledge; and her brother Tranquilis’Aequor possessed incredible powers over the ocean. She shook her head, regretting instantly the moment she uttered “I don’t know…” Noctis’Timore’s lips pulled back into a ferocious Mirror grin. His fangs, ivory yet stained ochre near the base, screamed danger to every sense in Cupita’s body. He hissed, “That can easily be remedied. You’ve only need to find the element that resonates with you. Just as I aided our sister Crudelis’Aegror, I shall help you. All for you to serve the Arcanist better. Greatness awaits you in ascension to the Arcanist’s exalted forces.” Her bones were cold and her muscles stiff. She could do nothing but stare in shock as a mighty aura radiated from his lithe frame. Darkness, despair, and above all anger swallowed the entire chamber. Cupita could only whisper, “Wait… please…” Nothing happened. Or at least he did nothing yet. Cupita collapsed in a howling mess. Her mind could feel Cupido’s pain, wherever he was. In the haze of her blurred vision, Cupita could see Noctis’Timore hovering over her. He barked, “Asphodel! Was that your doing?” A crisp answer barked back, “I was only testing the Tundra whelp, upon your command! Why? Did something happen?” A low hum resonated from Noctis’Timore’s throat. “How fascinating…” “Do it again!” Cupita’s screams ripped through the chamber. She writhed until she twisted back onto her paws. Her mind reeled and desperately reached to Cupido’s mind, to shield them both. The thunderous snarl that ripped from Cupita’s throat surprised even herself. “Don’t you dare touch him!” Noctis’Timore on the other paw did not seem fazed by the manifestation of her Titan voice. His smile only grew in malicious delight. “Almost the same might as our mother’s Titan voice… but what is this now? You’re bonded with that little Tundra mutt? Hahaha! You’re the one who coined the title Stinky Baby for him! Of course that was years ago. Regardless what a laugh!” Well, getting her brother to laugh was better than him or Purpura’Squama casting spells upon herself or Cupido. Cupita could feel gratitude and relief rolling off of Cupido in waves. She had to do something to protect them both. Her snout jutted upward. “What of it? You and Purpura’Squama aren’t so different than us!” Noctis’Timore spat, “Don’t you dare use that wretched name!” Before Cupita could truly realize her mistake, as she was shocked to even feel a strange surge of her own power fueled by Noctis’Timore himself, the volatile elder Mirror launched a ferocious spell. In reflex, a violet beam launched from Cupita’s maw in retaliation. The two spells collided in a thunderous explosion that sent both staggering backward from the force. Noctis’Timore was the first to recover. His speed and magic might easily rival that of their father, and Cupita did not share the same reflexes. His second spell struck true and every ounce of his fury blasted Cupita’s mind. She could feel Cupido’s terror and desperation however she found herself oddly calm. She stood still, engulfed in the spell, and looked to Noctis’Timore. Her eyes watered, out of empathy for him. “I… I see now… Why you… Oh Mother… What have we all done?” Noctis’Timore frowned. He let his stance relax and he blinked. “Well this is… unexpected. What’s happening to you? My spell… is… Well it wasn’t supposed to change you into… whatever you are now.” The spell faded and Cupita felt smaller for lack of a better description. She looked at herself and reeled in shock. “What did you do to me?!” Noctis’Timore stumbled backward. His gaze was dark and his lips curled in fury. “It’s just like Quiescis’Lillian… Asphodel! Meet me topside in five!” He stormed out of the chamber in a rustle of cloth and rattle of bone. The crystal wall returned to plunge the chamber into darkness. Thankfully Aeterna’Scientia’s mage light remained active to give Cupita enough visibility to see herself. Her legs were thicker and stockier, not quite like a Snapper but certainly not something she was familiar with. Her tail coiled and thrashed like a mighty whip and bat combined. Her fins, where were all her fins? She howled as she spun round in circles, studying the grand frill that adorned her spine. Her once pronounced Guardian underbite was now slender and balanced like a Toridae’s mighty snapping jaws. But her midsection and her wings! There was a mass, a might to every fiber of her body. Even her claws possessed a powerful girth and elegance to them. She could feel Cupido’s concern and it struck a string in her heart. Her body eased and her mind rippled into calm to reassure him. She could feel the aches he felt and knew he was in bad shape. “Where are you,” she whispered. I wish I knew, was all his mind could muster in sensations and feelings. Cupita had no sense of time when Aeterna’Scientia finally awoke. His reaction to her changed physique would’ve been humorous had they not remained prisoners within this ghastly chamber. Despite his incredible knowledge, Aeterna’Scientia could not identify what she changed into. Obviously she was still a dragon but at the moment the breed was unknown. Noctis’Timore did return once, but that was to only remove Aeterna’Scientia from the chamber and take him someplace else. There was an uneasy peace between them all, Cupita had sensed. Perhaps her display and transformation rattled Noctis’Timore more than he cared to admit. But it was not to last. She woke to the sounds of dragons arguing. The thunderous demands of her father were all too familiar, and a relief, to her ears. The crystal wall to her chamber fell away to reveal Magna’Patrem, the dragon of wrath incarnate. With a wave of his right forepaw, Cupita’s bindings fell away and the magic dampening spell that was present dispersed. “Father,” she barked. She was not accustomed to moving around in her changed state. Her movements were clumsy and ungainly. Magna’Patrem shoved her out of the chamber and into the waiting paws of Glacies’Cordis, one of his retainers. Magna’Patrem rounded on Noctis’Timore and snarled, “I ordered you to cease this lunacy! What is wrong with you?!” Defiance glittered in Noctis’Timore’s gaze. His lips curled into an equally ferocious snarl. “Blustering hypocrite! What is wrong with you?” Cupita was stunned by how brazen Noctis’Timore was, even speaking to their father. It was almost impressive. Almost. Noctis’Timore continued, “You flaunt your strength and run your mouth, Patriarch, and yet you do nothing that truly matters! Who has been sending help to the Arcanist to battle that wretched pestilence destroying everything with entropic indifference? Certainly not you! If I left you to your own devices, this clan would grow fat and addle-brained in complacency! This?” His wings flared out in a leathery snap and rattle of bones. “I am preparing everyone for the real world! Do you honestly believe that Ice Dog would show any civility to an enemy flight? Ha! He’d throw them into a cell and throw away the key because they may be Shade-touched! Or how about that pustule infested parasite to the east? She’d toss enemy combatants into her concoction just to see what mutated beasts she’d create! All in the name of destroying the Shade!” Noctis’Timore shoved his skeletal headdress clad snout right into Magna’Patrem’s face. “So with all do respect, Patriarch, I will continue to strengthen this clan and do exactly what I was hatched to do. Lead this clan and fight. That. Insufferable. Shade!” Magna’Patrem may as well have been spitting fire. “Of all the demented! Whoever said you would lead the clan? My successor will possess the wisdom to know when to spare a life! Not throw it all away just because it is convenient! You came this close to sacrificing love herself to that foolish Arcanist!” Noctis’Timore blinked and reluctantly backed away a tail length. “Cupita’s domain…? Is love?” Magna’Patrem’s aura oozed disgust. “My successor will be able to see that too. Without ever needing to be told. You, my son, are a twisted and cruel shadow of yourself. Stop wasting my time and do your job.” Noctis’Timore produced a haggard snort. “And that is all I will ever be to you. A waste of time.” Magna’Patrem spat, “Don’t twist my words.” Noctis’Timore faded away, as if melting into the crystal wall. “I won’t be denied my birthright. You’re weak Old One… and one day… I shall revel in your destruction…” Cupita only just realized that Tranquilis’Aequor was in the tunnel too and was supporting Aeterna’Scientia. Her shock continued when she saw how metallic Aeterna’Scientia looked. She exclaimed, “Brother! Not you too!” Aeterna’Scientia could only shake his head to the negative weakly. Tranquilis’Aequor murmured, “He was robbed of his voice too.” Magna’Patrem spat, “We’re leaving. With everyone here as my witness, I declare that Noctis’Timore will never be permitted to physically walk outside the Hallowed Hall tunnels!” Cupita didn’t possess the strength to stop Glacies’Cordis from carrying her after her father. “Wait! Father! Cupido is still down here! You can’t abandon him!” Magna’Patrem’s stern countenance only softened slightly. His voice was tinged with regret. “I’m sorry, but we couldn’t find a trace of him down here. I know your bond with him is strong dear one, but that will fade once he starts working for the Arcanist.” Perhaps it was Cupido’s panic that was heightening her own sense of hysteria but Cupita began to struggle viciously. “No! He’s still down here!” Magna’Patrem turned around and gently laid his paw on Cupita’s head and smothered her crest. A sleeping spell immediately struck her. “Rest, dear one. You’ve been through so much.” Aeterna’Scientia gave pause in his reading. He rubbed at his neck and looked pensive yet unseeing at a purple canvas panel. With a shake of his head, he resumed. Of course, the elders that rescued Cupita and Aeterna’Scientia were wrong. Inexorabilis’Cupido remained in Noctis’Timore’s care and ultimately… was changed. During the entirety of his disappearance, Cupita shared in his woes. She could not continue as a Mage Knight due to the sudden episodes that left her shaking and incapable of moving, let alone fighting. Sometimes, however, she could feel Cupido shield her mind. Somehow, she knew he was growing stronger in different ways than either of them could comprehend. Cupita was brought under the wing of the Nursery Mother Aequum’Musa and Nursery Sisters, finding a kinder and easier job in caring for the mothers and hatchlings of the clan. It was in the spring some years later and finally Sornieth was recovering from the wrath of the Ice Warden. Cupita was socializing with Aeterna’Scientia and Tranquilis’Aequor inside the Nursery. “I’m looking forward to this excursion,” said Cupita, “It’s been so long since we’ve seen real sky! Not that miserable cloudy and snowy mess.” Tranquilis’Aequor hummed in agreement. A different male’s voice asked in Aeterna’Scientia’s place. “Do I get to come too?” Stunned, the trio of siblings turned to the speaker at the entrance to the Nursery. Vibrant, crimson eyes greeted them in a merry and mischievous light. There was a confidence in his posture that was reminiscent of a proud lion. His purple Tundra mane, streaked in dark shades in some places, rustled as he produced a soft laugh. “Don’t everyone speak at once.” Cupita gasped and launched herself at Inexorabilis’Cupido, pulling him into a tight embrace with her powerful forelegs. Inexorabilis’Cupido purred, “I’m back Cupita. See? I told you I would be.” | . |
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The Titan Age When she hatched, Cupita initially manifested herself as a Guardian. It was a solid form that served her well to be sure. However it began to fail her during her brief time as Noctis'Timore's prisoner. In a shocking display of Titan might, Cupita was able to resist Noctis'Timore's curse with her own Titan magic. The love that she felt for both her brother, Aeterna'Scientia, and her beloved Cupido helped her stand up to the beckoning whispers that called her to eternal slumber. That love changed her. Her Titan blood responded to her desire for strength to protect those she loved. No longer did she possess the tall frame of an adolescent and Charge-less Guardian. Instead, she possessed a far stockier form reminiscent of a Toridae. In this ancient age, the name Bogsneak nor the breed had not been discovered yet. So the confusion of her new form only aided Cupita in resisting Noctis'Timore's curse. Thankfully she was able to hold out long enough for her father to come to her and her brother's rescue. However, her beloved was not rescued. And Cupita was indirectly punished for it. She felt every trial that her soulmate had to endure. Every tribulation sent her reeling. It prevented her from returning to the life she once held. In a way, it was a necessary change. During this age, poor Mother Musa was understaffed as the only Nursery Sister with any knowledge. With Cupita unable to function within the ranks of the military, she was forced to join the civilian castes. Her natural affinity to care for others, a leftover instinct likely of her Guardian origins combined with her divine domain, made Cupita a natural fit for the Nursery Sisters caste. She served the rest of this age as an apprentice to Mother Musa. Closer to the end of this age, she was reunited with her beloved. The Pantheon Age Lorem ipsum dolor sit amet, consectetur adipiscing elit, sed do eiusmod tempor incididunt ut labore et dolore magna aliqua. Ut enim ad minim veniam, quis nostrud exercitation ullamco laboris nisi ut aliquip ex ea commodo consequat. Duis aute irure dolor in reprehenderit in voluptate velit esse cillum dolore eu fugiat nulla pariatur. Excepteur sint occaecat cupidatat non proident, sunt in culpa qui officia deserunt mollit anim id est laborum. The New Age Lorem ipsum dolor sit amet, consectetur adipiscing elit, sed do eiusmod tempor incididunt ut labore et dolore magna aliqua. Ut enim ad minim veniam, quis nostrud exercitation ullamco laboris nisi ut aliquip ex ea commodo consequat. Duis aute irure dolor in reprehenderit in voluptate velit esse cillum dolore eu fugiat nulla pariatur. Excepteur sint occaecat cupidatat non proident, sunt in culpa qui officia deserunt mollit anim id est laborum. 
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Relations Mother: Magna'Mater Father: Magna'Patrem Brother/Friend: Aeterna'Scientia Brother/Enemy: Noctis'Timore Husband/Best Friend: Inexorabilis'Cupido Translation Beloved Pronunciation CUE-pit-ah Physical Sornieth Species Bogsneak True Species Titan Caelestis ("Celestial Titan") |
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