Responsibility
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What are our reasons for carrying it out still?
Familiar
Swamphaunt Kelpie
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Energy: 49/50
This dragon’s natural inborn element is Ice.
Male Wildclaw
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Personal Style
Apparel
Skin
Scene
Measurements
Length
5.73 m
Wingspan
6.17 m
Weight
409.71 kg
Genetics
Obsidian
Jaguar
Jaguar
Obsidian
Alloy
Alloy
Oilslick
Capsule
Capsule
Hatchday
Breed
Eye Type
Level 2 Wildclaw
EXP: 29 / 641
STR
8
AGI
9
DEF
6
QCK
5
INT
5
VIT
6
MND
6
Biography
| I wonder, if we as beings of this Earth, would know the ripples of our actions? If we did, what are our reasons for carrying it out still? |
RESPONSIBILITY
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Why is it that hate can cause such destruction? Such loss, and pain, even for the innocents?
Born to Zalaris and Fiero, two male Wildclaws. The Southern Icefield was a rough place to grow up, as resources are scarce and so was generosity. The personalities of the dragons that inhabited the area were almost as cold as the climate, and the two youngsters found themselves lacking in love and support.
They were very young to become independent from their parents’ care, as they could not provide the food and shelter to keep 2 thriving younglings. This was completely normal among members of the clan. Although the two Wildclaws kept contact with their parents, the second born much less so than the firstborn. This brought the two to rely very heavily on each other. Working as a unit, at night they shared warmth and food. But over time, they too became selfish and cold towards the outside world.
One incident that strongly contributed towards their “each dragon out for himself” view of the world was the betrayal of a sibling of their parents’. Yes, this dragon was biologically their uncle, but in no way shape or form could this dragon be considered family after what he did.
Shortly after the two emancipated from their parents, they were approached by the older dragon, who was sly and smart. This dragon made the two naive young Wildclaws a promise of warmth and security.
-Let’s start a faction within this clan, just the three of us. We will share food and shelter. Together, we will work to build a small den, and hunt prey that we will conserve and feed on during the coldest months. If we work together, we can get so much further than if we work alone.
Such kindness that was offered by this dragon, their own flesh and blood, that the two sweet young Wildclaws did not hesitate to accept. They got to work immediately.
The second born started an intensive hunting season to gather all the necessary meat to get them through the winter, while the firstborn labored over the construction of a shelter in which the three would spend hibernating.
The second born became a ferocious hunter in no time. During the first days he observed his uncle, and what he learnt was… that his uncle was an incredibly inefficient hunter. He watched how his uncle set traps, and came back the next day to check on them. He also saw how other dragons skulked around in hiding where his uncle set his usual traps, and stole the prey as soon as it got caught. About half of all the critters that fell into the uncle’s traps were stolen by others. So, the second born adopted this as his primary food acquisition strategy. He identified all the dragons who used traps to hunt, and studied all their trap-setting habits.
But he found that the stockpile wasn’t growing fast enough, as it was supposed to feed three Wildclaws over a very long winter. So the second born had to get inventive. Of course, traditional hunting could bring in some prey while he waited for the traps to get filled. But somehow, stalking and ambushing still consumed a lot of time and energy. He quickly realised that, like himself, many other Wildclaws were stockpiling meat for the winter months. He also realised that, working alone, many dragons left their stockpiles unsupervised. It was just a matter of knowing where this precious cargo was hidden.
The second born chuckled to himself, glad to have his uncle who was surely supervising all the meat that he was bringing back, and keeping it safe.
So his new strategy became seeking out other dragons’ rations, and bringing them back to the den for himself, his twin, and his uncle. Many times he got caught, and severely beaten. He became infamous, and strongly disliked in his area. But the second born didn’t mind, as he found comfort in knowing that he and his two teammates would be safe and sound over the winter, with full bellies.
Teammates.
The second born loved the sound of that.
Right as the days started to shorten, the second born had gathered enough meat to last them the whole winter, and stored it in such a way that it wouldn’t go bad. He was exhausted, and covered in cuts and bruises from the beatings he had received every time he was caught stealing, but he didn’t care. They were set to make it through the winter.
Come the day that they were supposed to start hibernation, the two twins made their way to the den that they had constructed. They arrived to see their parents and their uncle entering it. Quickly, they approached the trio of dragons.
-Uh… We’re sorry… There’s only enough space and reserves for three dragons… I know you’re our parents, but the 5 of us just can’t spend the winter here…
The three older dragons grinned maliciously.
The next thing the twins knew, they found themselves bound and floating down a partially frozen river. By some miracle, they anchored against a river rock and managed to break free, but the emotional pain they experienced in that moment numbed any sensations they might have had from the frostbite. By the time they made their way back to the den, their parents had blocked off the entrance and there was no way for the twins to access it.
Their rage attracted a much feared sorcerer. This arcane dragon fed off the darkness in their souls, and took great pleasure in the opportunity to enable a revenge from creatures who had been betrayed as badly as these. Together, they enacted a ritual that brought on a humid, blistering summer, only comparable to those seen in the Ashfall Waste. Still deep in hibernation, none of the dragons in the affected area were able to leave their shelter in time, and perished in the heat. Such was the heat, that the second born was unable to find any resources to feed on, as it had all rotted, and he died of starvation.
As his soul ascended, he realised the gravity of his crime. The calamity he had brought upon himself, and so many others. He pledged his soul to the Icewarden, who assigned him and his brother to spend an eternity in the catacomb as an overseer to Gaolers. He baptised himself as Responsibility to reflect his burden. Now, to all those who enter, he mutters…
I wonder, if we as beings of this Earth, would know the ripples of our actions? If we did, what are our reasons for carrying it out still?
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