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Artyom

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Level 1 Nocturne

Familiar

Crazed Powermith

Energy: 0/50

Personal Style

Apparel

Skin

Scene

Physical Attributes

Battle Stats

Measurements

Length

3.65 m

Wingspan

4.48 m

Weight

512.58 kg

Genetics

Moon
Iridescent

Grape
Constellation

Black
Runes

Hatchday

Jun 01, 2019
(4 years)

Breed

Adult
Nocturne

Eye Type

Shadow
Uncommon

Level 1 Nocturne

EXP: 0 / 245

STR

AGI

DEF

QCK

INT

VIT

MND

Lineage

Parents

Offspring

Biography

Artyom

In the dead of night, something was dragged through town.

Or rather, someone, though their captor scarcely thought of his prey as worthy of being referred to as such.

A cheerful hum escaped the Nocturne as he continued to pull along his victim, whose body was stiff from the spell cast on them. His shimmering pink eyes flickered as he chirped softly to himself, "I can't wait to see the looks on their faces..."

His captive, his prey, groaned softly, their serpentine tail twitching slightly as they started to regain consciousness. Their eyes slid open, and they gave a weak murmur of, "Where am I..?" They had a shockingly good grasp on the dragon language, despite their Serthis nature. Their slit pupils widened to round, shimmering orbs as they spotted the grape-hued constellation patterns lining the Nocturne's wings, and they managed to hiss.

Artyom chuckled, glancing back at his prey. His eyes sparkled menacingly, though his smile was bright and almost charming. "Don't worry, friend. You're going home!"

The Serthis blinked, groggy. Their sluggish brain struggled to process the jubilant Nocturne's words, resulting in a rather intelligent utterance of, "Wh-wha?"

Huh. Seems they didn't have quite the eloquence Artyom had first assumed.

The dragon shook his head, laughing in an almost fond manner, as if talking with a friend and not kidnapping a stranger. He grinned, his fangs glinting in the light like a bat preparing to drain the lifeblood of its prey.

"I'm taking you to the Wyrmwound. We've got a ways to go, so just sit tight, friend. I'll put you to sleep soon..."

His captive panicked, suddenly snapping awake with a squeak, followed by a snarl. They began shaking more fervently, trying to wriggle away from the dragon. Artyom was quicker, however, a jolt of debilitating magic rushing from his claws to his prey's neck as he suddenly dug his claws into their flesh. Their nerves numbed, their body going slack once more as their eyes dimmed slightly, the fight leaving them. They managed a weak cry, desperate for help.

"They'll look for me. I'm on your side, the side of the dragons. My family will look for me," they insisted, through they felt that they were affirming this more to themself rather than their captor, who ignored their struggles with a focused glee. "They'll find me..."

"Keep telling yourself that, beast," Artyom chirped. "By the time a search party even goes out, you'll be boiling down in the world's largest cauldron."

"My sons-"

"Will be free from having a beast for a parent."

He stopped talking after that, devolving back into wordless, melodic hums. His voice, so deceptively sweet, lulled the drowsy snake being into a deep, sound sleep... from which they'd never awaken.

Artyom stood over the edge of the Wyrmwound, watching the scales dissolve and break. The Serthis's face, once so supple and round, so young and soft, had melted first, leaving nothing but bones, which the Nocturne carefully collected as they fell from dissolving muscle and tendons. He gathered the remains into bags, whistling a lovely tune.

"These bones will be a wonderful gift to the Plague representatives," he mused. He ran a claw over the skull bone, marveling at its shimmering, slightly green-tinted hue. He wondered, for a moment, just how he'd managed to time it right to dissolve only the flesh, sparing the bones and some poisonous organs from the noxious fate. The moment soon passed, however, and a smile curved at his features. "A perfect job for a perfect world..."

The skull in his clutch glistened, though specks of diseased flesh remained. Arytom polished it on a sleeve, before turning his attention to the foggy, reddish horizon. He squinted, trying to gauge the distance to the faint outlines of a town in the distance.

He gathered his things and stood, dusting his clothes off; there was no rush, after all, so he might as well tidy up. He put on a chipper smile, stowing the skeleton away, then spread his wings, preparing for takeoff.

With a mighty flap, he ascended, spiraling through the clouds, sparkling scales flickering across his wings and scattering about in a fine shower. Unnoticed, a small slip of paper fluttered from the preserved garments of his melted victim, undoubtedly some form of greeting or birthday letter, judging from the glittering, festive decor on the stationary.

"Happy birthday, Mother," the card read. The handwriting was childish, messy, even... and yet, charmingly affectionate. "From Carlyle and Kipper!!"

Tiny dragon clawprints lined the edges of the paper, melting away in the murky, pestilential depths of the Wound.

"May your ill heal with greater strength than ever, and your mutations bend to the will of survival." Arytom bowed his head in respect as he presented his gift to the village leader. "I bring you a gift, your swiftness, all the way from the Tangled Wood. May it help to unite our many Flights."

The elder, an aging, kindly Imperial, smiled, her pale scales seeming to brighten as she eyed the shimmering, polished bones. She picked a cluster of hand bones up, snapping her claws. In a flash of magic, the small phalanges fusing and threading together with a lock of her own mane to create a morbidly lovely collar.

The elder's eyes twinkled with delight, and she hummed in a sweet, low voice, "And where did you come across such well preserved specimens, my friend?"

Arytom's eyes flickered knowingly, and a chuckle escaped him. "Why, a magician never reveals his secrets... but I'll let you in on a hint, your permanence." He placed a single, glimmering Serthis scale upon the Imperial's outstretched paw, tapping it a few times, the magic within ringing true throughout the room at his command.

"I've dealt with the Serthis problem just east of our base in Shadow Territory. One of those beings had been raising, or should I say imprisoning, two young dragons, an Imperial and a Spiral." He bowed again and chirped, "I think you'll be happy to know that its bones now line your neck."

The Imperial's eyes glowed a soft red, and she touched a claw to the necklace. "How lovely. A mark of victory against our enemies."

Her assistant, a small, green-eyed Fae, darted over with a frantic squeak. "A Maren has been spotted fraternizing with one of the local Guardians... some say they're even... together!" Terror filled his voice, his eyes wide and panicked.

The elder snorted, plumes of diseased smog leaving her nostrils. "Tell the poor dragon to free themself from such a situation, least their heart ends up broken. The Maren shall be given a warning. Three days to clear out of our territory... or be exterminated."

She handed the smaller dragon a handful of Serthis bones.

"Adorn yourself, my friend. May your apparel serve as a warning."

With a curt nod, the Fae darted off, undoubtedly to scare off, or perhaps slay, some merfolk. Watching him go, the elder hummed softly, "Do you think... we are doing the right thing, Arytom?"

Eyes flickering, the Nocturne stood beside her, draping a wing over her comfortingly. "Of course.... for the good of the realm?" He looked at her, smiling brightly.

The Imperial's hesitance left her, and she forced a smile. "For the good of the realm."

Months later, driven by desperation, the Nocturne would drive a stake through the heart of a fellow dragon, a rogue who'd dared to side with the Beastclans.

"For the good of the realm," he muttered, eyes wild with fear. Shimmering blood dripped down his face and claws. "For the good... of the realm."

By Princebirb08

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