Schattenfeuer's dragon Sovari

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Measurements

Length

18.05 m

Wingspan

18.72 m

Weight

8833.36 kg

Genetics

Orca
Jupiter

Metals
Trail

Moon
Stained

Hatchday

Nov 18, 2019
(4 years)

Breed

Adult
Ridgeback

Eye Type

Fire
Dark Sclera

Level 25 Ridgeback

Max Level

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QCK

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Lineage

Parents

none

Offspring

none

Biography

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Sovari.
↠ In the Wake of the Beast

"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..."

A child is free of evil. Death is a bad thing as it ends all life. Contradictions, half knowledge, white lies at its finest. He could never stop the mad little giggle that bloomed up his throat at those words. Fools, all of them, why hold on to a concept as twisted as this, as rigid as it was wrong. Death was neither good nor bad, if anything, it was an absent parent.

From her womb he was spawn, but the rest was left to the mortal soul that had dared to court a being of Death. Empty, lifeless, loveless, neither joy nor pain. If anything, he was aimless. What should he thrive for, his talents were checkered and too far in between, never a champion in one and a fool in the other. He did know how to find out the unpleasant truth, how to dust off the shades of forgetting off of things people wished to no longer remember. Those dirty little secrets that brought only shame and unpleasantness with them.

With a sip from a poisonous cup, he smiled, teeth drenched in fresh crimson, just to scare them into submission. He watched their disbelief and he wanted more, Death if anything was an absent parent with no advice or guidance to offer. Was it such a surprise then, that the aimless boy gathered up his things? That he followed the calls of the wilderness?

Between lost souls and dangers that, by all accounts should have ended his semi mortal life, he learnt, bloomed, shaped himself into someone that could pass as decent, that could fool people into believing he was rotten. Always somewhere in between, neither black nor white, he was drenched in shades of morally grey.

To stumble over someone greater, was mere fate. He felt the aura long before he ever caught a glimpse of the beast it belonged to. And a beast he was, one in the shape of a man, someone that inspired as much fear as he did with obedience. He was fascinated, from posters with the words Wanted written over an ink picture in bold letters to travelling from city to city, he followed the steadily cooling trail of this unique, great beast.

A creature like a force of nature, to lose sight of him felt like a physical blow, one that not even a new wildfire distract him from. To desire, to own, he wanted to see this monster run free. The red haze of a halfblood, a halfbreed of pure rare was little more than a consoling prize while he was still fishing in the dark. Searching, studying. There was always more to read, to learn, to figure out. Motivation, origin, reason for the sudden disappearance, even his companions, he wanted, needed to know it all.

He found the burnt down town that had spawned the monster of his dreams. Burnt to the ground, overgrown by vines of vegetation, nature had long started to reclaim this cursed patch of land. A child that never learnt the warmth of society will warm itself on the fire consuming its village, wisdom and knowledge in such a saying, born out of raw despair. But it still wasn’t enough.

Next, he wandered the roads once haunted by this phantom of the past, there were stories about stolen children and lost youths. One could easily put them aside as mere cautionary tales, made to scare little children into obedience, listen to your parents or the king of bandits will eat your heart. But no, as always there was a grain of truth in everything. As he stood within the remnants of old bliss, he had long abandoned all faint hopes of morality as a whole.

The search for his divine beast, infernal, star touched and purely mortal, had been the catalyst to finding his true self. Between sly smiles and a fake voice of painfully high pitch, he leered and sneered his way into the higher ranks, being a simple Watcher upon his return wasn’t enough. And in the end it did pay out, he was sent to oversee a village rebuilt. Oh his surprise, to find this precious, rare beast in shape of a man once more.

Weakness had infected his beast. Had muzzled and collared him, ripped and torn until the magnificence of his bloodred glory was little more than an afterthought. This, he could not let pass. This wasn’t right.

A beast should be allowed to run free and wild.

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