Durge
(#59364616)
*Gurgling*
Familiar
Tar-Trooper Slarg
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Energy: 50/50
This dragon’s natural inborn element is Shadow.
Male Imperial
This dragon is hibernating.
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Personal Style
Apparel
Skin
Scene
Measurements
Length
31.89 m
Wingspan
19.94 m
Weight
7326.97 kg
Genetics
White
Iridescent
Iridescent
Violet
Shimmer
Shimmer
Orchid
Glimmer
Glimmer
Hatchday
Breed
Eye Type
Level 1 Imperial
EXP: 0 / 245
STR
6
AGI
6
DEF
6
QCK
5
INT
8
VIT
8
MND
6
Lineage
Biography
Under construction
"Aye, boss? What's this mission again?" Asked a Spiral absentmindedly picking at her teeth.
"Threat location and neutralization," barked back a gruff Tundra.
"Locate threat. Locate threat. Neutralization." Whispered the Nocturne that hung close to the Tundra's side. "Easies pie."
Near the entrance stood a Pearlcatcher. A tripod-mounted weapon ready to keep anything that wasn't the other dragons in his team from getting in or out. "Whatever gets us out of here the fastest."
"Yeah, yeah, Flakk," The Spiral groaned. "You just wanna get back to your pearl." She giggled.
"Quack, please," her teammate, a Wildclaw sighed. "We're on a mission. Be serious."
"Hault," the Tundra commanded a little ways ahead of the entrance. The whole team went quiet. Weapons at the ready. Eerie silence filled the dark hallway, light only from the partially open doors behind them. The Tundra closed his eyes and sniffed the air. Though they wore thick, protective metal bodysuits the smell of mold, death and blood easily made its way through their helmets.
"We got a body," The tundra said calmly. "Flakk, tell top-side. Geegee, stay here and wait for my signal. Gimme an hour, and call backup if you don't hear anything after that. Quack, Trin. With me."
The Pearlcatcher opened a portable radio transmitter to his left and began connecting with the group on the surface. Meanwhile, the Nocturne, Geegee, repeated the order to herself and checked if her weapon was loaded.
The Tundra lead the Spiral and Wildclaw deeper through the eerie facility. Their headlamps being their only source of light as the three of them walked in silence.
"Hey, woah," Trin called quietly. "Got something." As two of the team investigated, Quack watched the backs of her teammates. Making sure nothing could sneak up on them.
There was a dark purple smear on the wall and droplets on the ground. It would have looked relatively normal if it was red or crimson, but this was definitely purple. It looked like it was made from the Shadowbinder Herself.
Quack gasped quietly, "G- guys? Did.. did you hear that?"
"It's your job to hear things, Quack," the Tundra whispered calmly. "Tell us what you heard."
"Dripping," she whispered. Her eyes were wide. "Like water off an icicle. Through there." The Spiral pointed to an open doorway that led further into the strange facility.
The band of three approached with caution. through the doorway was a maze of beakers and cans strung up from wall to wall. The same, purple substance was smeared all over the room like a demented painting project. Each of the containers were smeared with a thick goo the same color as the room-sized art piece.
"An alarm system," Trin muttered. The Wildclaw's brow furrowed deeper. "Whatever this is, it's smart and doesn't like visitors."
Quack tucked her tail around her back legs and swore quietly. "River? I mean, Sir? What do we do now?" Her voice shook as she looked to the older Tundra for answers and reassurance.
The Tundra sighed deeply and signed for the others to stay put. He crept into the room slowly, dodging all the strung up containers with ease. He stood at the other side of the room, the makeshift chimes behind him. He was looking for a way to take them down when the fur on his neck stood on end. Something was watching him.
River slowly turned to look over his shoulder. The hall was dark, and the light from his headlamp didn't seem to reach very far. This unsettled the Team Leader. He reached for a broken ink pen off the floor near him and tossed it down the hall. It clattered against the tiled floor and skittered to a stop.
Nothing.
After a tense moment, the Tundra turned towards the hall swiftly. Not caring about the chimes, his tail smacked into several lines of rusted cans and glass beakers and spilled their slimy contents onto the floor. "On me!" River demanded.
The other two dragons were beside him in a flash, their leader's outburst making it easier to get past the chimes. "Where are they?" Quack asked, her hands struggling to get the stun stick off of her belt.
Once they were in formation, silence filled the hall again. The dark ooze creeping across the floor.
River and Trin were trained down the hall. The Wildclaw looking down the sight of his favorite titanium crossbow just itching for something to fire at.
When they finally got movement, the Captain called for a hold on fire. Trin was just about to object when he realized what it was.
The pen that River had thrown down the hall came to a stop at their feet.
Ever so calmly, River signaled Trin to fire once down the hall.
Trin let loose a pulse bolt and watched it fly. Then disappear into darkness. No crackle of energy. No shouts of alarm or pain. Nothing. Trin began loading another when a rush of foul air blew past them. They really needed to look into air fresheners for their suits, the Wildclaw thought.
River signaled for the three of them to slowly retreat slowly, but whatever was down the hall took notice.
The response was a hateful gurgle from the hall in front of them. The darkness seemed to move towards them. Groans and hisses getting closer as it did.
The Tundra lifted his arm to the darkness, attached to his wrist was a small rocket weapon that fired a projectile into the hallway. "Duck!" He yelled as they dove for cover.
There was no explosion. Sounds of slime oozing through cracks in the walls poured into the hallway. The dragons paled as the same liquid began raining from the ceiling above them. River motioned for them to run. Just as they took off, the slick sounds of something large sloshing its way through the slime echoed in the dragons' ears.
They tore through the chimes and down the way they came. Quack's long body rolled and spiraled like a desert snake, her wings unable to lift her up due to the protective suit. Trin's long legs carried him swiftly. River was stronger than either of them, but a metal suit could slow anyone down some. Plus, his priority as leader was to keep his teammates safe.
They could almost see the entrance when there was a pained grunt and the clatter of metal. The two other dragons whipped their heads around to find the Tundra, their leader, lying on the ground. His back right ankle was definitely broken and a slick and slimy tentacle was wrapped around it.
"River!" Trin cried. He and Quack stooped next to their fallen leader.
River coughed, "Run. Both of you! Run!" He bared his fangs.
"We can't!" Quack's voice was choked up with several different emotions.
Behind River came a gargling laugh, like the voice of a drowned dragon.
The two dragons snapped their heads up at the sound, their lamps illuminating a horrible face of an Imperial who should have been dead long ago. Streams of dark purple painted his face like tears that poured out of covered eyes. The purple sludge seeped out from under their pale and violet scales like ants crawling from their home. His horns were long and twisted like a Gaolers, and his teeth were all jagged and poked out past his lips and made him look like a melting, decomposing boar. A wall of sludge followed him. Gnarled hands, crooked paws and twisted talons reached out from the gurgling mass. A massive maw protruded from the slime like a sea beast reaching for prey to snatch up before it snapped shut and was pulled back into the purple mass.
Before either of them could react, River was yanked backwards, and the thing dug his long claws into the back of River's armor, and he peeled it off like it was made of tissue paper. The slime trickled from his wicked talons and burrowed into River's fur. The Tundra screamed in pain, and he yelled and pleaded for the others to run. Run as fast as they could and don't look back. The monster's claws reached for one of River's wings and began to pull slowly.
Tears filled Quack's eyes, and Trin tugged on her until she started moving. Horid screams echoed behind them. Tearing. Screaming. Quack had no idea how they made it out.
Together, they managed to find the entrance. Geegee's eyes were wide when she saw them. "River?"
The Spiral looked at the Nocturne as she ran past, not stopping until the was back on the surface. Quack collapsed just outside of the building. Her chest ached, and her throat burned. She could hear the rest of her team talking franticly. Trin was shaking. Geegee was starting to cry. Flakk looked pale. The medical team reached her and she the fatigue finally caught up to her and her vision grew dark.
There was never a search for Captain River. After what Trin and Quack said about the disappearance, he was presumed dead. The doors of the facility were welded shut, and the place is now heavily guarded during the day. No one is allowed in, and no one is to be near it at night.
After that mission, all of River's team were let go on permanent paid leave. The purple smudges on Trin and Quack's suits were tested, but they were never told of the results. Just that they were completely destroyed. Frankly, they don't want to know what the goo was, or what they had run into in the depths of the facility.
Somethings are meant to be forgotten. Somethings were not meant to be found.
Needed for project:
The dragon's long body lied awkwardly on the cold ground of his laboratory. His chest rattled with every labored breath. Slowly crawling to his feet, he was overcome by a violent coughing fit. What is happening? He thought. I don't want to die.
Dark purple tears welled in his eyes as he attempted to lift himself from the ground. Just as he managed to push up with his forelimbs under him, bile moved up his throat. From the pale dragon's maw came a torrent of dark purple sludge. He squeezed his eyes shut to avoid the looking at it. Dark tears trickling down his snout.
With his stomach emptied, the dragon opened his eyes. The same purple tinted his vision. The darkness around him threatened to swallow him whole. He stared in horror as dozens of small, dark-colored creatures slithered out of the pool at the dragon's feet. They had fat bodies that barely supported leech-like heads with four short legs that dragged themselves towards him. Heart pounded as the slimy creatures reached his feet. Stricken with fear, he could not force himself to move. A fresh wave of purple tears stained the dragon's white scales. The tiny things began climbing up his limbs and across his chest and neck.
The dragon's breathing hitched as the leeches began digging their needle-like teeth into him. Finally able to move, he threw himself backwards, scales crawling with frightened disgust. The tiny things clung to him like Mirrors to their meal. Their tiny claws prickling along his neck and shoulders. He scratched at them with his talons. Pulling manically at his scales and mane until the blood from his self-inflicted wounds mixed with the sludge on the floor. Still, nothing fazed the parasites.
He screamed at the walls, at himself, at the things now digging into his flesh and under his scaled. Eyes filled with dark tears again, blurring his vision in swirls of purple and black. More of the dark sludge was making its way through his throat. The creatures' tiny maws lapped at the wounds both he and them had made. Pain surged through him so harshly that he could feel an ache in his very soul.
The anguished dragon looked around the small room that was now going to be his grave unless he figured something out. There were others, once. They worked with him. Where had they gone? What happened to them? The dragon's mind swarmed with images of horrified dragons and the sounds of painful screams. The black board reached from wall to wall, and it was absolutely filled with notes and algorithms that didn't make sense anymore. The corners were splattered with a dark liquid that could be blood, purple sludge, or a mixture of both. More purple liquid trickled out of his eye, nose, and mouth as his cloudy mind cleared for just a moment.
Another wave of purple vomit shook the weak dragon's body. This was all his fault. He knew the experiments were not a good idea. He should have known. It was all clear now. This was always going to be the result. There was no way to change it. Not then, and not now. They were wrong. HE was wrong.
Pain eroded his sanity. His mind began ripping apart as his head felt heavy. His face and the front of himself was covered in the thick purple ink. His scales felt foreign. Reaching up to touch his shoulder, his paw came away with bits of broken, sticky scales on his palm. White strings of mucus connected back to his shoulder.
The dragon's body convulsed. He fell over and writhed in pain. This was his end. He knew it. The last bits of his mind melted away as his final roar transformed into an agonized shriek that rattled the dark and dank room that would become his grave.
---
Several Months Later
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"Aye, boss? What's this mission again?" Asked a Spiral absentmindedly picking at her teeth.
"Threat location and neutralization," barked back a gruff Tundra.
"Locate threat. Locate threat. Neutralization." Whispered the Nocturne that hung close to the Tundra's side. "Easies pie."
Near the entrance stood a Pearlcatcher. A tripod-mounted weapon ready to keep anything that wasn't the other dragons in his team from getting in or out. "Whatever gets us out of here the fastest."
"Yeah, yeah, Flakk," The Spiral groaned. "You just wanna get back to your pearl." She giggled.
"Quack, please," her teammate, a Wildclaw sighed. "We're on a mission. Be serious."
"Hault," the Tundra commanded a little ways ahead of the entrance. The whole team went quiet. Weapons at the ready. Eerie silence filled the dark hallway, light only from the partially open doors behind them. The Tundra closed his eyes and sniffed the air. Though they wore thick, protective metal bodysuits the smell of mold, death and blood easily made its way through their helmets.
"We got a body," The tundra said calmly. "Flakk, tell top-side. Geegee, stay here and wait for my signal. Gimme an hour, and call backup if you don't hear anything after that. Quack, Trin. With me."
The Pearlcatcher opened a portable radio transmitter to his left and began connecting with the group on the surface. Meanwhile, the Nocturne, Geegee, repeated the order to herself and checked if her weapon was loaded.
The Tundra lead the Spiral and Wildclaw deeper through the eerie facility. Their headlamps being their only source of light as the three of them walked in silence.
"Hey, woah," Trin called quietly. "Got something." As two of the team investigated, Quack watched the backs of her teammates. Making sure nothing could sneak up on them.
There was a dark purple smear on the wall and droplets on the ground. It would have looked relatively normal if it was red or crimson, but this was definitely purple. It looked like it was made from the Shadowbinder Herself.
Quack gasped quietly, "G- guys? Did.. did you hear that?"
"It's your job to hear things, Quack," the Tundra whispered calmly. "Tell us what you heard."
"Dripping," she whispered. Her eyes were wide. "Like water off an icicle. Through there." The Spiral pointed to an open doorway that led further into the strange facility.
The band of three approached with caution. through the doorway was a maze of beakers and cans strung up from wall to wall. The same, purple substance was smeared all over the room like a demented painting project. Each of the containers were smeared with a thick goo the same color as the room-sized art piece.
"An alarm system," Trin muttered. The Wildclaw's brow furrowed deeper. "Whatever this is, it's smart and doesn't like visitors."
Quack tucked her tail around her back legs and swore quietly. "River? I mean, Sir? What do we do now?" Her voice shook as she looked to the older Tundra for answers and reassurance.
The Tundra sighed deeply and signed for the others to stay put. He crept into the room slowly, dodging all the strung up containers with ease. He stood at the other side of the room, the makeshift chimes behind him. He was looking for a way to take them down when the fur on his neck stood on end. Something was watching him.
River slowly turned to look over his shoulder. The hall was dark, and the light from his headlamp didn't seem to reach very far. This unsettled the Team Leader. He reached for a broken ink pen off the floor near him and tossed it down the hall. It clattered against the tiled floor and skittered to a stop.
Nothing.
After a tense moment, the Tundra turned towards the hall swiftly. Not caring about the chimes, his tail smacked into several lines of rusted cans and glass beakers and spilled their slimy contents onto the floor. "On me!" River demanded.
The other two dragons were beside him in a flash, their leader's outburst making it easier to get past the chimes. "Where are they?" Quack asked, her hands struggling to get the stun stick off of her belt.
Once they were in formation, silence filled the hall again. The dark ooze creeping across the floor.
River and Trin were trained down the hall. The Wildclaw looking down the sight of his favorite titanium crossbow just itching for something to fire at.
When they finally got movement, the Captain called for a hold on fire. Trin was just about to object when he realized what it was.
The pen that River had thrown down the hall came to a stop at their feet.
Ever so calmly, River signaled Trin to fire once down the hall.
Trin let loose a pulse bolt and watched it fly. Then disappear into darkness. No crackle of energy. No shouts of alarm or pain. Nothing. Trin began loading another when a rush of foul air blew past them. They really needed to look into air fresheners for their suits, the Wildclaw thought.
River signaled for the three of them to slowly retreat slowly, but whatever was down the hall took notice.
The response was a hateful gurgle from the hall in front of them. The darkness seemed to move towards them. Groans and hisses getting closer as it did.
The Tundra lifted his arm to the darkness, attached to his wrist was a small rocket weapon that fired a projectile into the hallway. "Duck!" He yelled as they dove for cover.
There was no explosion. Sounds of slime oozing through cracks in the walls poured into the hallway. The dragons paled as the same liquid began raining from the ceiling above them. River motioned for them to run. Just as they took off, the slick sounds of something large sloshing its way through the slime echoed in the dragons' ears.
They tore through the chimes and down the way they came. Quack's long body rolled and spiraled like a desert snake, her wings unable to lift her up due to the protective suit. Trin's long legs carried him swiftly. River was stronger than either of them, but a metal suit could slow anyone down some. Plus, his priority as leader was to keep his teammates safe.
They could almost see the entrance when there was a pained grunt and the clatter of metal. The two other dragons whipped their heads around to find the Tundra, their leader, lying on the ground. His back right ankle was definitely broken and a slick and slimy tentacle was wrapped around it.
"River!" Trin cried. He and Quack stooped next to their fallen leader.
River coughed, "Run. Both of you! Run!" He bared his fangs.
"We can't!" Quack's voice was choked up with several different emotions.
Behind River came a gargling laugh, like the voice of a drowned dragon.
The two dragons snapped their heads up at the sound, their lamps illuminating a horrible face of an Imperial who should have been dead long ago. Streams of dark purple painted his face like tears that poured out of covered eyes. The purple sludge seeped out from under their pale and violet scales like ants crawling from their home. His horns were long and twisted like a Gaolers, and his teeth were all jagged and poked out past his lips and made him look like a melting, decomposing boar. A wall of sludge followed him. Gnarled hands, crooked paws and twisted talons reached out from the gurgling mass. A massive maw protruded from the slime like a sea beast reaching for prey to snatch up before it snapped shut and was pulled back into the purple mass.
Before either of them could react, River was yanked backwards, and the thing dug his long claws into the back of River's armor, and he peeled it off like it was made of tissue paper. The slime trickled from his wicked talons and burrowed into River's fur. The Tundra screamed in pain, and he yelled and pleaded for the others to run. Run as fast as they could and don't look back. The monster's claws reached for one of River's wings and began to pull slowly.
Tears filled Quack's eyes, and Trin tugged on her until she started moving. Horid screams echoed behind them. Tearing. Screaming. Quack had no idea how they made it out.
Together, they managed to find the entrance. Geegee's eyes were wide when she saw them. "River?"
The Spiral looked at the Nocturne as she ran past, not stopping until the was back on the surface. Quack collapsed just outside of the building. Her chest ached, and her throat burned. She could hear the rest of her team talking franticly. Trin was shaking. Geegee was starting to cry. Flakk looked pale. The medical team reached her and she the fatigue finally caught up to her and her vision grew dark.
---
There was never a search for Captain River. After what Trin and Quack said about the disappearance, he was presumed dead. The doors of the facility were welded shut, and the place is now heavily guarded during the day. No one is allowed in, and no one is to be near it at night.
After that mission, all of River's team were let go on permanent paid leave. The purple smudges on Trin and Quack's suits were tested, but they were never told of the results. Just that they were completely destroyed. Frankly, they don't want to know what the goo was, or what they had run into in the depths of the facility.
Somethings are meant to be forgotten. Somethings were not meant to be found.
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