Zelse

(#54229491)
I'm out of my cage, you should be afraid
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Undying Featherback
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Energy: 50/50
This dragon’s natural inborn element is Plague.
Female Imperial
This dragon is hibernating.
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Personal Style

Apparel

River Royalist Cuffs
Ruby Starsilk Cloak
Bewitching Ruby Pendants

Skin

Skin: eriostemones

Scene

Measurements

Length
26.29 m
Wingspan
16.54 m
Weight
7996.14 kg

Genetics

Primary Gene
Garnet
Starmap
Garnet
Starmap
Secondary Gene
Clay
Constellation
Clay
Constellation
Tertiary Gene
Auburn
Basic
Auburn
Basic

Hatchday

Hatchday
Aug 07, 2019
(4 years)

Breed

Breed
Adult
Imperial

Eye Type

Special Eye Type
Plague
Primal
Level 25 Imperial
Max Level
Scratch
Shred
Pestilent Slash
STR
94
AGI
30
DEF
10
QCK
55
INT
10
VIT
24
MND
10

Lineage

Parents

Offspring

  • none

Biography

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Zelse Undying.
↠ Twisted Princess
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Demanding, loud and fierce in what she desires, she acts before thinking and lashes out even quicker, flashing fangs and sharpened claws, golden rings stained crimson by the catching of horn on flesh, ripping, tearing, shredding. She knows no mercy and shows no restraint, her father lets her roam free and wild and her mother is gone too often to care. Princess of an Empire whose throne she will never sit upon, yet her eyes, her gaze, her mind fixated on polished wood and dark velvet.

Her father cares not and her brother is too busy chasing their mother’s golden shadow, he wishes to live in whiteness, white upon white, hoarfrost on light, but she is happy in the dark, in the black on black, between roses and under eternal nightfall. Her favorite toys were bones and blades, rusted from blood and dulled from constant usage. Her best friends are the creatures slithering from the sealed pit in the middle of the throne room, she stares longingly at the glowing purple vigil stretching star kissed and silver speckled over the dark, gaping mouth, pulsating, throbbing like a terrified heart.

Hands red, she smiles, pearly white and perfectly straight, no one wishes to play with her, no one but the creatures as they crawl and moan and possess in unholy energy, they gather and flock around her, birds of a feather, her father said once, after watching her string ripped out tongues of tormented servants into a blood drenched, squirming necklace of macabre and twisted beauty. Sometimes, she begs him to release more, more depravity, more blood, more of her friends from their burnt court underneath the palace, the empire. Father always ignores her.

A little wicked, her brother describes her, smile dreamy and far away again, in sun filled gardens with grass so gold and she only scoffs at him, shoves him away, because he is an idiot. He is a dreamer and floats through eternal life like the snowflakes from his mane. She wants to experience more, more of what the creatures tell her, more of their dark whispers hissed into her ear. And they obey. They take her hands, so small, so laden with gold and lead her down, down, down, into the guts of the earth, where heat and darkness roam wild like feral beasts in the wilderness.

She does not realize that every time she reappears, every time the darkness spits her out, she comes back with yet another sliver of her soul gone, lost forever to the beasts lurking. How much more to give? Until nothing is left, only blood lust and sadistic glee roam free and untamed?



”Hold it like this, princess”, one creature hisses in her ear, his hands folding over hers, correcting her hold on the knife. The pressure is soft, gentle even as gleaming metal slides with frightening ease over a pale, shivering, quivering canvas that still drew breath. Her victim, her canvas, her masterpiece unfinished, would thrash if it only could. The creature smiles, too wide, too many teeth and she returns it just as sweetly. “With your wrist, not your arm.”

One movement of her metallic paintbrush follows the next, until paleness is replaced by vivid red and gleaming steel covered in dampness and salt. The creature on her other side nods, hectic and jerky movements, not quite right, not quite natural, quick to agree to her every word spoken. They fear not her but her father, her mother. Their retaliation would be cruel, would be quick and ruthless, sun scorching their flesh, void sucking their life force dry. It would be a lot more unpleasant than playing with a pampered, cruel child of a princess.

“Your majesty smells so good!”, the hectic creature mumbles, rubbing its decaying cheek against the softness of her mane, she doesn’t even shrink, shiver in disgust, why should she when gore and viscera cover her hands so often that their warmth has started to seep permanently within her pores and her skin. They lick their lips and bare their fangs, tongues lolling and drooling as little by little the creatures urge forwards yet another sliver of soul, ripped from within the princess without her knowledge. All she does is play and pain, until the last breath is breathed and no more crimson seeps out. “And she should go home, home she should go!”

“Our playtime for today is over, princess”, the first one adds, gentler, sweeter. As sweet as rotten cherries and maggots fat on sugar. She moans and complains, wants to go and play some more, there are more than enough canvases to use after all, in this dog eats dog realm, but they know better than to let her go wild, they coax and lure and finally the princess obeys. A flick of her wrist and blood like ruby red pearls swirl, liquid ribbons through the air, following her like a bride’s veil. “We can’t wait for your return, princess.”

“Yes! Yes! Come back soon.”, a sharp smiles shared between conspirators with minds alike. “Piece by piece until she becomes one of us.”



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