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Udolamin

(#52385507)

Level 25 Guardian

Familiar

Tendril Loach

Energy: 50/50

Personal Style

Apparel

Skin

Scene

Physical Attributes

Battle Stats

Measurements

Length

12.2 m

Wingspan

12.79 m

Weight

7547.14 kg

Genetics

Slate
Python

Midnight
Noxtide

Twilight
Runes

Hatchday

Jun 05, 2019
(4 years)

Breed

Adult
Guardian

Eye Type

Plague
Unusual

Level 25 Guardian

Max Level

STR

AGI

DEF

QCK

INT

VIT

MND

Lineage

Parents

Ardor
Indil

Offspring

none

Biography

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Udolamin Fleur de Lis.
↠ Tutor

"And now was acknowledged the presence of the Red Death. He had come like a thief in the night. And one by one dropped the revellers in the blood-bedewed halls of their revel, and died each in the despairing posture of his fall..."

Ironically, it was the father’s sin that caused the downfall. It was his hand that brought down the family of happiness he had built to protect himself. From his desire, from his wanton craving for the only one he could never have. Udolamin knew something was off, he knew his father didn’t love the mother that had given birth to them all. He knew the man was making himself sick with longing, it was visible within his eyes.

But he thought this would pass. If their mother could accept it, why shouldn’t he too? It was a family routine that worked too well and even though his mother knew she was a mere stand in, she seemed happy enough. In between the grueling orders of the army and her husband’s platonic affections, she seemed to thrive with the duty of being a mother.

Until the letters were found. She must have found them while cleaning out the father’s fireplace, overflowing with flaky ash and thought he had, by accident, one of his important work documents thrown in there. The paper was singed, half devoured by the fire’s fangs but what she could read, must have been enough. He was a young boy, barely twelve summers old, but he understood enough. With his ear against the door, he listened to the mother’s eerily calm voice. How she would never return. How she would tell everyone. That father was sick and needed to be put down.

Mother was true to her word, she left and in a way, never returned. Instead of her bed, she now sleeps under a slab of thick marble, marks of arrows painting her decaying body red. He understood after reading the letter. It spoke of a sickening desire, he read with an innocent mind, the explicit details, the wantons of his father’s inner thoughts. When he was done and his father’s cursive writing swam in front of his eyes, Udolamin realized that with this, he had lost the innocence of trust.

He kept quiet, but his sister didn’t. They were neither close nor distant, yet she found out, she left like mother had. Running away to chase an old myth, going back to find her roots, she said. He tried, he really did, to keep in contact with her, but as father sunk and sunk, deep and deeper into depression, guilt throttling him by the neck, he couldn’t find the spite in him to let the man drown. So Udolamin stayed. Stayed and watched, helped, walking on eggshells to never summon up old pains.

The irony in it all was that his father had been the one to break the family, but had he not, with this honest mistake of his, Udolamin would have never turned out the way he did. If the father hadn’t been found out, the son would have stayed innocent and blind and naive to the wrongness of the world. Now, he was neither innocent nor blind, naivety was given away for a calmness and a mind heavy with knowledge. Over the span of a decade, Udolamin had ascended from a scared boy out of a broken family to a man whose mind was his greatest asset.

Earning the position of Royal Tutor at a tender age was hard won, hard earned and yet he was the only one, he was the only one that tried when the royal spawns acted cruelly, tried to teach them but they were ungrateful in their privilege. And yet, despite every day being an uphill battle, he spent his evenings and every free hour in a worn down warehouse in the kingdom of filth that was the District of Dust. He brought chalk and paper and ink, he brought books that were not perfect enough for anyone else, but that didn’t change the core of their purpose. Out of his own expense, time and effort, he taught those that could not provide for their own education. It must be enough, it was much more than they would learn on the streets alone. And if it saved only one from dying miserably on the cobblestone and in the dust, he considered this a success.

Being called away to tutor a prince of darker origins, Udolamin thought this would be a one off, after this, nothing would change. Oh, how wrong he was. Between teaching young Eon and avoiding getting pulled into Iron Feather’s infighting, he found uniqueness and something that would be his alone. Queen Valeria made the first step in what would become the dance of his life, she would offer tea and pleasant conversation of various topics, she would entertain his mind and keep him on his toes, always another question on her lips before his words could start to grow stale, she insisted with gentle force, please, she said, come again.

King Amenadiel was a quiet presence, sharp in his own rights, yet his words were sparse and far in between, he was searching and calm only when around his sister-wife. The King and Queen were and acted like each other’s anchors and yet, they were slipping, a slow, steady decay that came with eternity at one’s fingertip and the whispering of a beast in one’s ear. To join them between black silk was only humane, it spoke for their charm and allure and even if he regretted it by morning, it was not the deed itself he wished to undo. Merely the circumstances.

To say they were surprised upon his return would have been an understatement. Queen and King bared their fangs in surprise, already prepared for grim rejection. They did not expect the gifts or care, the attention he used to woo them one by one, using patience and attentiveness as his main weapons. They wanted him, this much was clear, he wanted them too, yet, rushing would bring only unnecessary pain, they had time and he needed at least a shred of control and wouldn’t it be worth it in the end?

There were no protests, neither then, nor when they placed a circlet of gold upon his brow. The marks on his neck were still fresh from his turn and his mouth heavy with fangs that hadn’t been there before, but even as he learnt once more to speak between new teeth, to drink not tea but crimson and liquid life, he held onto every shred of humanity.

”There goes a saying within Feather, you know?”
-”What does it say?”
“A vampire’s bite is at its most painful the closer they hold their humanity at heart.”
-”By this definition, King Udolamin rules all of Feather.”

More about him

Valeria
Active and sweet, yet just
as lethal, she is nightshade's
poisonous cherry. Dark, tempting,
she lures one in to devour them
with glowing eyes and smiling lips.
And never once had her bite brought
him any pain.

Amenadiel
Colder than his sister, yet
not any less alluring, he wears
apathy like a fine pelt and a mask
of porcelain. The calmness to the
sister's chaos, he had always been
the savior. Now it was his turn to be
held, to be saved. To be weak.

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