Metsastaa
(#55643356)
Parasites reap from the contagion you sow
Familiar
Undying Featherback
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Energy: 0/50
This dragon’s natural inborn element is Arcane.
Female Snapper
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Personal Style
Apparel
Skin
Scene
Measurements
Length
4.41 m
Wingspan
2.09 m
Weight
6039.72 kg
Genetics
Taupe
Metallic
Metallic
Sable
Toxin
Toxin
Dirt
Runes
Runes
Hatchday
Breed
Eye Type
Level 1 Snapper
EXP: 0 / 245
STR
6
AGI
6
DEF
6
QCK
7
INT
7
VIT
6
MND
7
Biography
Metsastaa || The Metastasizing Mother
"Man is the warmest place to hide."
Theme.
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The gut-wrenching odor of rotten meat and sick wafting through the lair is the first warning of her arrival. Choking back their own bile, the Unfavored are sure to work harder, even as the approaching steps shake the ground and disrupt their duties. When the offending smell hits the nostrils of the Favored, they are sure to stow away their expensive silks, not wanting the awful scent to pervade within the threads. The Neutral are blessed - most have been rendered noseblind after living in such proximity to the stench. Each rumble of the earth beneath them is the ticking of a timer, alerting all that the Metastasizing Mother is almost upon them.
Unease hangs in the air from all parties - Favored, Neutral, and Unfavored - as the hulking Snapper breaks through the bushes surrounding the lair of the Chainvine Enclave. The unlucky dragon that has made her presence necessary sits in the center of it all, awaiting her with great dread. If they are one of the Favored, they are most likely visibly ill and in need of the witch doctor's cure. If not, then they are unfortunate to have an appointment to receive their vaccines. If they are one of the Unfavored, it is most likely that they are weeping, and praying to their deity for strength and forgiveness.
The Metastasizing Mother knows how her clan perceives her, and she does not mind. Her title comes not from caring for hatchlings, but for the diseases and beasts that she nurtures within her wounds. Promoting further rot within herself for her darlings by subjecting her flesh to acid makes her happier than anything. The maggots, leeches, parasites, bacteria, viruses, plagues - they are her children, and they thrive within the craters in her rotting flesh. One of her duties is to act as an ambassador of the Enclave to the clans that thrive within the Scarred Wasteland. She is beloved by most she visits due to her devotion to disease.
It is not often that Metsastaa is able to see her fellow clan members. Though the diseasebearer's services are crucial, she is reviled by all for the disgusting plagues she harbors in her flesh. To be one of the two Neutral dragons sharing a den with her is a punishment like no other. When she leaves for her yearly pilgrimage to bathe within the Wyrmwound, it is both a blessing and a curse. They will be free of her in the time it takes for her to travel, but when she returns, she is always much more revolting than before.
Now, she is here, standing before the unlucky dragon in front of all. Her skin festers from freshly applied acid of the Wyrmwound, and she has never felt more alive. If it is an Unfavored before her, they may beg, cry, shout - it all goes ignored. She does not speak. She rarely does, except to her children. Metsastaa will merely play the role of the enforcer. It is her duty to ensure the Unfavored stay in their place and perform their duties - and this one has not. She kneels, coaxing her children to explore their new home. The onlookers avert their gazes, ignoring the screams of the afflicted as parasites burrow in deep. They know that the same could happen to them.
If it is a Favored before her, whispered sweet nothings entice her children to enter. The flesh is all the same, except that it is not as eaten as Mother's. Whether in need of a cure or vaccine, Metsastaa's darlings will do the work. They can taste the Favored's hatred for their Mother, however. And as they inhibit the symptoms of illness, they will burrow further than they are meant. The Favored do not feel the spread of the parasites, eating them away from within. All they know is that the Snapper stomping away has fixed their ailments.
Relieved that she is gone, the Enclave goes on with its day, blissfully unaware of what is now living off of them.
Metsastaa may be rotten on the outside, but nothing will match the decayed insides of the Favored.
Backstory lore written by VivaPinata
"Man is the warmest place to hide."
Theme.
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"A salvation like no other, a vessel of sickness that carries life and death. With that rotting flesh, seeping pus, and--even in the cold desert nights--the unbearable heat she emanates, it is easy to think her a microcosm of the Wyrmwound crafted by the Filthy One herself. But the Plaguemother had no hand in the creation of this monstrosity, and not even the Favoured would guess that blessed Metsastaa is more powerful than they could imagine. She's not a cure. She's a parasite." -shanncrafter |
The gut-wrenching odor of rotten meat and sick wafting through the lair is the first warning of her arrival. Choking back their own bile, the Unfavored are sure to work harder, even as the approaching steps shake the ground and disrupt their duties. When the offending smell hits the nostrils of the Favored, they are sure to stow away their expensive silks, not wanting the awful scent to pervade within the threads. The Neutral are blessed - most have been rendered noseblind after living in such proximity to the stench. Each rumble of the earth beneath them is the ticking of a timer, alerting all that the Metastasizing Mother is almost upon them.
Unease hangs in the air from all parties - Favored, Neutral, and Unfavored - as the hulking Snapper breaks through the bushes surrounding the lair of the Chainvine Enclave. The unlucky dragon that has made her presence necessary sits in the center of it all, awaiting her with great dread. If they are one of the Favored, they are most likely visibly ill and in need of the witch doctor's cure. If not, then they are unfortunate to have an appointment to receive their vaccines. If they are one of the Unfavored, it is most likely that they are weeping, and praying to their deity for strength and forgiveness.
The Metastasizing Mother knows how her clan perceives her, and she does not mind. Her title comes not from caring for hatchlings, but for the diseases and beasts that she nurtures within her wounds. Promoting further rot within herself for her darlings by subjecting her flesh to acid makes her happier than anything. The maggots, leeches, parasites, bacteria, viruses, plagues - they are her children, and they thrive within the craters in her rotting flesh. One of her duties is to act as an ambassador of the Enclave to the clans that thrive within the Scarred Wasteland. She is beloved by most she visits due to her devotion to disease.
It is not often that Metsastaa is able to see her fellow clan members. Though the diseasebearer's services are crucial, she is reviled by all for the disgusting plagues she harbors in her flesh. To be one of the two Neutral dragons sharing a den with her is a punishment like no other. When she leaves for her yearly pilgrimage to bathe within the Wyrmwound, it is both a blessing and a curse. They will be free of her in the time it takes for her to travel, but when she returns, she is always much more revolting than before.
Now, she is here, standing before the unlucky dragon in front of all. Her skin festers from freshly applied acid of the Wyrmwound, and she has never felt more alive. If it is an Unfavored before her, they may beg, cry, shout - it all goes ignored. She does not speak. She rarely does, except to her children. Metsastaa will merely play the role of the enforcer. It is her duty to ensure the Unfavored stay in their place and perform their duties - and this one has not. She kneels, coaxing her children to explore their new home. The onlookers avert their gazes, ignoring the screams of the afflicted as parasites burrow in deep. They know that the same could happen to them.
If it is a Favored before her, whispered sweet nothings entice her children to enter. The flesh is all the same, except that it is not as eaten as Mother's. Whether in need of a cure or vaccine, Metsastaa's darlings will do the work. They can taste the Favored's hatred for their Mother, however. And as they inhibit the symptoms of illness, they will burrow further than they are meant. The Favored do not feel the spread of the parasites, eating them away from within. All they know is that the Snapper stomping away has fixed their ailments.
Relieved that she is gone, the Enclave goes on with its day, blissfully unaware of what is now living off of them.
Metsastaa may be rotten on the outside, but nothing will match the decayed insides of the Favored.
Backstory lore written by VivaPinata
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