Aamon
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Level 1 Imperial
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Energy: 48/50
This dragon’s natural inborn element is Light.
Male Imperial
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Personal Style
Apparel
Skin
Scene
Measurements
Length
30.97 m
Wingspan
19.58 m
Weight
9413.94 kg
Genetics
Black
Metallic
Metallic
Charcoal
Noxtide
Noxtide
Moon
Firefly
Firefly
Hatchday
Breed
Eye Type
Level 1 Imperial
EXP: 0 / 245
STR
6
AGI
6
DEF
6
QCK
5
INT
8
VIT
8
MND
6
Biography
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 A A M O N 
BARGHEST LORE AND LINEAGE PROJECT
GENERATION 3 Morgana's LINE 
"If you wear a mask long enough you begin to forger who you are beneath it."
Treated as a monster it became a familiar and well worn mask. soon he found another who would pull him from the role he filled so easily. This is the story of the Barghest Aamon... |
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Moonlight illuminated the tundra, ice sparkling under the glow of its light. The night was quiet and the old castle called Moondoore gleamed, cold and abandoned in the high peaks of the Cloudscrape Craigs. Still, something stirred within its walls. The form of a beast shifted atop a nest of two glassy eggs. Shattered fragments of an old mirror crunched beneath her weight as her breath billowed forth, a cloud of condensation upon the cold air. Finally, the full moon peaked, its light streaming in through an old, diamond-slatted windows of the castle. With a sudden crack, the eggshells shattered, both children emerging almost simultaneously. They stared at the world with brilliant yellow eyes as their mother pulled pelts forth to keep them warm; the hides of old elk from their pack’s hunts. It was these skins that the children donned, old flesh fusing and kitting with their own until the remains had become a part of them. The second child was born with powerful witch-magic coursing through his veins. He became known as a shape-shifter, transforming himself into the forms of various animals. He now remains hidden away in the woods and those who find him may barter for one of his strange and enchanted masks. It is said that those who wear these masks may assume the forms of other beasts. He took after his father, or so they said, he left the castle several days after he was born although it wasn't out of spite or displeasure that he did this. he loved his mother and father, he found his sister more of a brute than anything and didn't get on well with her, but she was not the reason for his leaving nor would he have allowed her to chase him from their home. he left because something called him to the forests, he carried only a old knife with him. He found a place near a clan where he made his home and took to making masks as he practiced shifting forms himself, giving a bit of that magic to each mask and allowing those who wore them to turn into the animal the mask represented. to begin with none knew he was there, only seeing a massive grey wolf with antlers at various times, hunting local game, watching those dragons who were out hunting, or simply sitting in a clearing. there were other animals, recognizable for the antlers which grew from his skull as a unnatural creature. Soon dragons thought to follow the strange creature and found his den, his den was in a large clearing where he had set up a fire pit in the center, a work space for his carving in a small building built to have an open side, and his den in the back of the clearing with a thick wall of trees behind it. the dragons who found him often found him carving a mask or small figure, these dragons were often hunters and he, particularly as a hatchling, would offer to trade with them. "Come, sit and eat, perhaps we can help each other." he said without looking up. "How can you help me?" a wildclaw hissed. "You are frustrated your prey keeps getting away." he said picking up a mask that looked like a Quillrunner "Try this mask, if you like it come back and we will discuss a price." This was how he made a living, trading for what he needed when dragons found him for the enchanted masks he carved. he took no treasure or gems for his creations, preferring to trade for useful items such as hide to make his clothes and pouches or dried meat to have when hunting was slim, he thrived this way for a very long time until the clans living near by turned on him. He shifted into a large, dark colored buck and bound through the forest as dragons chased at his heels, panic and adrenaline made his limbs fly over the ground and through the trees faster than he ever had before. dragons continued after him screaming "Skinwalker!"as well as threats, they wanted him dead simply because of his magic and masks. Shifting again he turned into a large grey wolf, antlers standing proudly atop his head, before he broke through a thick wall of brambles and tumbled down a steep incline. fear and pain from hitting rocks and other obstacles made him stumble as he stood, he looked around frantically for an escape route, hearing dragons catching up with him he bolted down a path tangled with brambles and thick with trees. The path was a tangled and dangerous as he fought to stay on his paws as fallen branches, thick vines, and other such things tried to trip him as he ran. he slowed long enough to catch his breath and continued at a fast pace, fear turned steadily into rage as he ran and put distance between himself and found a secluded place to stay that was safe from most land traveling creatures and hidden under a canopy of thick leaves from the air. The young adolescent continued making masks and travelers found him on occasion and traded supplies for a mask that happened to catch their eye, he paid little attention as dragons did not interest him overly much after he was forced to flee his home or face being killed. his hide held scars from his pursuers claws as well as the branches and brambles which had whipped his sides and face while he ran, his trust in other dragons was shattered and so he chose to live as a hermit. "Tell me, friend; Why do you live so far out?" a ridgeback he had invited to stay for lunch as he debated between masks asked. "Dragons do not take kindly to that which they do not understand, I prefer not to be hunted." he explained. "Yet you seem like a nice enough young drake!" the other said lightly, he was a boisterous male. "I find no need to be unpleasant, my secluded home tends to keep most away." he said softly. It was years later that he began hunting, he would take the faces of his prey if it was a dragon, he could still shift into various animals without needing to kill as long as he had done so before. yet this hunt was different, this hunt was in his dream or rather in the dreams of the one he was hunting; the young Nocturn was... different, to say the least. she looked beast like, the clan she was given to locked her away in shame, hiding her until she became the monster they had feared she was and in the end deciding to kill her for their missing hatchlings. He could have laughed as he drew memories forward to watch even as she lived through the torment again in her sleep, Lulani, her name was lovely, he watched her memories for several more nights thinking killing her would be a blessing for the small dragoness yet he could never bring himself to. oh it would have been a simple feet as even in sleep she was chained, but the sad look in her purple eyes, longing for freedom, for love, he couldn't bring himself to harm her. He manipulated the dream, freeing her of her chains and laughed softly as she raced about, enjying her freedom. when she saw him he motioned her to sit next to him and started carving a wolf mask- both offer and warning. "Tell me, Little One, what is it you wish for?" he asked as he worked. "Freedom, Power." she answered immediately yet her voice plead for so much more, vengeance, love, and a hundred other things. He chuckled knowing how to manipulate her "I can give you this, your Freedom, power, companionship."i he met her gaze seriously and hesitated for a moment "The question, Little One, is; Are you willing to pay the Price?" "Price?" she asked. "Everything has it's price, the power you seek for revenge, the love you long for, and yes even the freedom you dream of." he said as he stood and dusted himself off, wondering why he had given her this warning in the first place "Tell me at the next full moon if you are willing to pay the price; I will meet you here." he said smiling before walking away into the trees. He woke in his nest wondering why he had warned her, she craved power, he could give her power, yet he still warned her that there would be a price- something no one had done for him. He continued with his dream visit to the young dragoness, teaching her as one would a pup as they continued talking and he found the clan's behavior toward her... disappointing, one does not abandon a baby no matter the origins. walking through the clan dragons' dreams he found them selfish and cruel, it disgusted him beyond words that there were dragons that had gathered together of the same mind set. he consoled himself that they would likely destroy themselves without his having to lift a paw to cause misfortune or conflict. Finally he found the clan leader's dream and felt repulsed by the drake's plans for the little nocturn and felt his time to convince the dragoness to come with him or something akin to that was running out. the next night he went to meet Lulani, again in dreams while he was carving a wolf mask, the night was cool and pleasant in the dream, Lulani's arrival was heralded by the sound of chains and soft footfalls. "What is this price you spoke of?" she asked. He looked at her "What do you know of Barghests?" he asked ignoring her question. "Of what?" she asked agitated and confused. "That is what I thought." he hummed and stopped carving his mask to look at the moon and stars "Bound to a Barghest you would have the power to gain your freedom and yest the revenge you desire, but you would have a constant presence with you and be similar to a werewolf." he explained. "And if I don't the clan that was supposed to be my home will kill me." she hissed. He nodded closing his eyes ]"I am aware." he said before opening his eyes and handing her the finished mask, a moonbeam white, eyeless wolf face looked up at her and she looked at him in confusion. "Sometimes we loose ourselves in the masks we wear and it takes another to remind us of what has been hidden for so long." he said. She put the mask on, still more than a little confused and he stood, shifting and disappearing into the surrounding underbrush. he watched as as she got up and followed on massive grey paws, finally he raced forward and leaped hoping to pin her and draw blood from biting her. instead when he bit her shoulder she screamed and woke up, he was surprised at first going from his home to suddenly sharing a form with Lulani, knowing his physical form was now part of her as well. "Try to break free of the chains, Little one." he said "What?!" Lulani hissed looking around in a panic. "Calm yourself Lulani, I am the one you spoke to before while you slept." he growled with an eye roll. "Yes, but who are you?" she hissed. "My name is Aamon, I am a... mask maker of sorts." Aamon said. "I suppose you already know my name." Lulani huffed. "I do. Now. Break the chains and free yourself." he felt pride as she broke through the chains, he put the idea in her mind to go back to his den area and spoke quietly as they did. "What will you do now, Little One?" Aamon asked "Would you hate me for destroying the clan?" she asked with a hum. "Not at all." Aamon said "Let them learn what it means to wrong Skinwalkers." They found a pack and took to wandering, one day when they wandered the scent of blood caught his attention and he growled when Lulani froze and the Shade which so desperately tried to regain a foothold in her mind sang. "Control your impulses, Little Shade Demon." he growled as he forced the Shade back, keeping it from drowning his voice and stealing his magic. "But..." she whispered entranced. "Yessssss, Little Demon, Let your impulses free! the shade sang. "Silence!" he snarled. "Hello!" a red imperial called happily "Your one from my pack, care to become a child of the night?" he asked. "Yes!" Lulani sighed happily. "I'm Dissonance, take this book, read at your leisure, and then find me." Dissonance smiled. Reading the book even he had to admit some interest in this Nightstalker as well as it's followers and he agreed to become a member of the Mark of Ink section of the Cult, he refused to be branded by fire or carved with a knife to leave a scar. although Lulani has more of an interest than he does in the cult and it's doings, he listens to her ramblings an humors her with his own input on occasion. He allows Lulani to do as she pleases, carving at night or when time allows and teaching her to carve and enchant the masks or figure. on the full moon is when he takes over and they run, howling, and hunting as they please before going back to the normal routine that they have adopted as their normal, he is happy. "Aamon?" Lulani asked. "Yes, Little One?" he asked. "Do you think my magic would be enough to allow you your freedom?" she asked He was shocked "I don't believe so, why?" "I know what it is to be trapped." she whispered. he laughed "Little one, I am far from trapped." "If you are happy then I can't complain." she said worries eased. "I could have done worse for a mate." he rumbled 'Oh yes I could have done much worse...'
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