Kylma
(#62544048)
Level 1 Pearlcatcher
Familiar
Silverstring Harp
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Energy: 0/50
This dragon’s natural inborn element is Ice.
Male Pearlcatcher
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Personal Style
Apparel
Skin
Scene
Measurements
Length
6.57 m
Wingspan
4.89 m
Weight
515.77 kg
Genetics
Obsidian
Starmap
Starmap
Obsidian
Bee
Bee
Ice
Ghost
Ghost
Hatchday
Breed
Eye Type
Level 1 Pearlcatcher
EXP: 0 / 245
STR
8
AGI
9
DEF
6
QCK
5
INT
5
VIT
6
MND
6
Biography
Kylma || The Corrupted Challenger
"Maybe he deserved it, after all those months…"
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Hidden between the snowy depths of the Southern Icefield, shrouded under the peaks of the protruding ice spikes near to the Fortress of Ends, thrived a clan of cold-hearted dragons, one who struck fear in the eyes of their prey and one that most travellers would avoid as if it were the plague itself, it was the infamous Frigidum Compromise. Not many knew much about them, only a couple lived to tell the tale of their unforgiven and appalling ways, as their lives dr
bled amidst the hands of the clan or the harsh weather conditions of the winter land they walked upon. They were best known for their commitment to their belief, their own lives revolving and relying upon their deity, the IceWarden. Any dragons with imperfections or weaknesses would be trained ruthlessly, before being sent to fend for themselves amidst the face of war, only depending on the skills they had acquired during their harsh time in the clan. Only a couple of dragons deemed worthy enough could stay those who were strong enough to train the Exaltees and protect the clan, the females to raise the youth, and the commander himself, who he dictated the whole clan, choosing who could stay and who must leave. But once those fighters or females became too old, developed problems, had imperfections, they’d be sent to train, and finish their lives in the terrible fate of war. The youth would be treated similarly, starting from young the Clan’s belief would be imposed upon them, relentlessly reminding them who they work for, and for those with imperfections, would constantly be reminded of their wrongdoings, before reaching the age where it is the Commander who decides their fate: to stay or to leave. It was a harsh, miserable life, and many would grow to despise their own deity, but there was nothing they could do, tied down to the chains the clan forced upon them. It would be the place, where Kylma would be born.
Amongst the little dens scattered upon the snow, the cracking of an egg could be heard echoing through the halls, as in one of those many little dens, sat a mother with her egg close to her chest, her warmth seeping into its very core, protecting it from the cold that loomed outside. It was on that very night she was jostled awake by the noises that emitted from the egg, and the movement is made as to the PearlCatcher inside fought to be freed of the confinements of the egg. She watched it crack slowly before finally, one claw popped out, then another, then a hand, and soon emerged her hatchling in his full glory, as he kicked the last of the eggshells away. There the mother was, looking upon her son with pride and love, knowing he’d be a wonderful addition to the clan, catering to his needs as she thoroughly took care of him, oblivious to her new remoulded fate once he became old enough: becoming an Exaltee herself. But at that moment, she let those thoughts slipped by, enjoying every moment with her son, and appreciating the time spent there, listening to his little squeaks as he squirmed under her snout. He looked up at her with piercing blue eyes, and at she looked back, at that moment she knew, that he’d be a powerful dragon: she named him Kylma.
Time passed quickly as Kylma grew, most days he enjoyed staying alone, lost an ocean of thoughts and curiosities, and indulging in his own activities when the chance was given. He was a talented individual too when tasks were given, he completed them with ease, equally, he was a good fighter too: lean, fast, sharp, strong and a sharp thinker, he could avoid the next moves of an opponent and pinpoint their weak spots; and most of all, he was a very good listener, following their beliefs as he should. The PearlCatcher was exceptionally good, so it came as no surprise where the day came each of the hatchlings was standing in a straight row, heads held high with a nervous twitch in their tails as they waited for the heavy footsteps of the commander to bestow upon them, and decide their fates, that Kylma would be chosen to stay, and become one of the many powerful trainers who reigned the clan. He took the role with great pride, before trotting up to his mother with excitement in his eyes, her too mirroring the same excitement, as they shared the moment of pride, but the buzz soon died down as an expression of sorrow overcame his mother. He was confused, why did she look so saddened by this? Before he too, fell silent, as she muttered the words: “This will be the last time I see you, Kylma.”
Suddenly, his excitement left as quickly as it came, with the realization dawning upon him. Tears started to peak in his eyes but were wiped away as his mother, whom he loved so dearly, cradled him close. He listened as she spoke soft-spoken words, telling him how proud she was, that she knew he’d do amazing, and most of all, she’d always be watching, and no matter what he does, she’ll always love him. Kylma stopped the tears threatening to spill out his eyes, as he heard his name called by his newfound mentor, they shared their last goodbyes as he turned to face him, looking back as his mother seemed to stray further, and further away. He found himself being guided away, working on autopilot as his mind rushed with a thousand thoughts at once, and soon, he found himself in a small, rocky den with a little makeshift bed in the centre, with his mentor telling him to “Suck it up”, before explaining him the schedule, and everything that was to be done. When he was gone, Kylma stared silently into the room, it felt cold and empty, but without a choice, he curled up into the little nest, which was undeniably uncomfortable, before lightly placing his face on his two hands, as exhaustion took the best of him, after such an eventful day. Maybe being a trainer wasn’t so good? Was his last thought, before he drifted off to sleep.
Months passed as Kylma grew, he had finished his training rather quickly, and he mentally grew a lot more sombre, once a mind full of flourishing creativity broken into nothing but a tired, working, husk of a dragon that he used to be. He was efficient and clear-cut, never did he let any of his doubts perturb his work, and he shut off all emotions to others. Up until this point, he had trained a good several dozens of exaltees himself, never to heard or seen of again. He felt no pity nor grief, just thought of it as work, it is what he is meant to do and that was his only purpose. Yet, all the dragons he had trained have always been adults, but this changed the day he received a new exaltee… Who was still, basically a kid? Her name was One-Eye because her left eye was missing… An imperfection. A reason to be exalted.
He felt a sort of bewilderment at the thought, as he looked upon the rows of hatchlings who stood up looking at the Commander, reminding him that he, once stood there. One-Eye said her last goodbyes to her mother, an emotional rollercoaster at it turned from sadness to excitement, as the mother cheered on her daughter even as an exaltee, how she would prove them all wrong and show them how good she truly is. They had their last moments before she came trotting towards Kylma, with her head held high and a spark of confidence gleaming in her eyes. It was odd for Kylma, most felt great sorrow when they were titled as an exaltee, yet the little WildClaw seemed to be so happy… it was something he could admire. It didn’t take long for her to meet eye to eye with him, and soon he started guiding her towards her new home, at first, they walked in silence, but it was broken when she started to chat, asking questions which he’d respond in short mumbles. When they finally arrived, she jumped around the room, before settling down on her bed, complaining about how uncomfortable it was. Kylma sighed “She’s gonna be an annoying one…” he thought; before making her settle down as he explained the general gist of things, alongside the schedule and all. Once he had finished the usual explanations, he left her in silence, walking silently towards his own home, before curling up in his own bed, as usual, mumbling one last thing about how One-Eye is going to be one hell of an exaltee, before drifting off to sleep: another tireless day ahead of him.
Kylma and One-Eye soon started their training, never did her charisma cease as he continued to teach her to fight, hunt, defend and much more. At first, he found her rather annoying, but as time went on, she started to grow on him, it was oddly nice to him to meet someone so joyful and carefree, excited to learn and, are happy, instead of fearing what he’ll do. He himself started to talk more and conversate, he tried so very hard to bury the little joys he felt yet he couldn’t help himself. Seeing One-Eye grow and improve made him feel proud, her joy was intoxicating, and she sort of felt like a younger sister to him. She’d made his days a lot brighter, and in return, he’d always teach her a lot more intricate things which he had never taught others or would help her out by getting her extra food and making her bed more comfortable. Sometimes they’d just take breaks and chat, and it made him… Happy. Something he hasn’t felt in so long, somehow this little WildClaw, who was so annoying at first and meant to become an exaltee, made him happy with her lively attitude. He didn’t understand it. But he appreciated it immensely.
Yet, on another training day, he noticed her demeanour had lowered immensely, her usual energy had dissipated, and she looked sad. He knew immediately something was up, especially since her fighting wasn’t up to par, as usual, so he decided they’d take an early break. One-Eye sat down first, with Kylma following in suit, dropping a rabbit at her feet for her to eat. They ate in silence, Kylma was concerned but didn’t know how to ask what was up, never was he the best with words nor feelings, but luckily for him, he didn’t have to when she started to speak. She told him about the other hatchlings who told her about the lives of exaltees, how terrible they were treated, that they were insignificant, their lives would constantly be war, famine, violence, and survival, and the worst imperfection, the worst of their lives were. She started to choke up on her tears as she continued to speak, of the horrendous lives of exaltees, and she simply ended it with: “Kylma, is this all true?”, all this time he had been listening intently, the last part took him by surprise, he couldn’t sugarcoat the truth and he didn’t want her to believe it was a fantasy of life, so with a heavy heart, he nodded yes, and the expression on her face turned to pure sorrow. It broke him to see such a friendly dragon in such a state, and all he could do is put his wing on her back in an attempt at consoling her, but he listened as she sobbed quietly, telling him how scared she was, how she didn’t want to become one and die in such a harsh way. When she had calmed down a bit, in the same ton his mother used to speak to him with, he said with soft-spoken words that he wouldn’t let that happen and that she wouldn’t become an exaltee. One-Eye stayed silent for a moment, before a new hope gleamed in her eyes: “Really?” she asked, and Kylma, surer than ever, assured her immensely, promising her she’d not let her turn out like that, and that she, wouldn’t become an exaltee. She smiled gratefully before hugging the older dragon, he stood there stunned, he didn’t know what to do in return, so he simply places his hand on her back, before smiling back. Kylma meant it, he truly does promise he’ll protect her from becoming an exaltee, from falling into the same fate as his beloved mother did… He’d protect her with his life. Her energy slowly came back to her and hope-filled her once more, and the PearlCatcher decide that they’d end their session early today, letting her return to her den to get some good rest. They departed from each other, as he entered his own den, holding strongly onto his promise… He had no regrets. One-Eye becomes family to him, and that’s why, he’ll hold dearly onto that, and make sure she can escape, live a life outside this place, and live normally, just like any other dragon. She didn’t deserve nor was made to be her… No dragon was. Kylma thoughts drifted away, as sleep finally caught the best of him.
Morning came, Kylma waited as the usual spot, enjoying the sound of the wind slowly fluttering around the vicinity, eating a bit of food he had caught on his way out. He looked up when he heard footsteps and faced another exaltee walking towards him with their heads down, an exaltee, who wasn’t One-Eye. He felt confused, as he asked who the stranger was until his confusion turned to dread when he heard that the stranger was his new exaltee. Kylma’s stomach dropped, he didn’t realise it had already been the end of their training, and that they must’ve taken her. The next thing he knew, he was hurtling himself into the camp, creating a ruckus as heads turned to face him, looking around for any sort of hint as to where they could have gone, and fortunately for him, his eyes fell upon fresh footsteps dug into the snow from a dozing or so dragons, some bigger and some smaller from a variety of breeds, which is where he threw himself next. Kylma went from running to flying, as his wings flapped with heavy beats, close to the ground as he followed the trail, hoping to see One-Eye soon. Minutes turned to hours as he continued to fly, but hope started to diminish as the snow started to fall heavier and as exhaustion started to creep up on him, without a single sign of life. He finally lost all hope when the footsteps and trail were completely gone, the white snow covering the only lead he had, he tried to continue going on forwards for longer, heading in the same direction that they went, but soon felt himself crash down onto the ice below, his limbs weak and sore from over-exerting his body, fatigued hit him like a ton of bricks. There he laid, in the middle of the Reclaimer's Glacier, harsh winds whipping around him, snow becoming heavier as the minutes passed, and the cold hitting him to his very core, he felt so very useless: he failed One-Eye, he failed his purpose, he ruptured his promise and most of all, failed to protect her, to give her the chance of life she deserved: instead now she’s fighting in a raging war by the sides of the IceWarden, fearing for her life and fighting for survival, with a distaste for the dragon who promised her freedom, yet ruined it. For the first time in forever since his mother, he felt tears well up in his eyes, Kylma was so very worthless. Why? Why? Why? His mind repeating. You failed her! His demons told him. He didn’t have the energy to move, and the next thing he knew, total darkness consumed him.
Kylma awoke several hours later, the snowstorm still raged but it was much calmer now, he felt cold and was confused until he remembered everything that happened. He felt cold and tried to move, but upon looking at himself, he saw ice has formed upon his body, from his feet to his wings, deep blue ice reflecting into his gaze. He placed his head back onto the ice, watching the snowfall daintily, wondering if there really was a point in continuing, if he shouldn’t just stay here and succumb to the cold… But then old memories trickled back into his memories, the time and days spent with his mother, the joyful days of talking to One-Eye, the pride he felt as he trained to become who he is today: he couldn’t let it just all go to waste. He wouldn’t let the putrid clan take him like this. He had to keep fighting, never did his mother or apprentice achieve freedom, but he will, for their sake. Those thoughts gave him the energy to start pushing, mustering all the strength he could to be freed from the constraints of the ice, forcing himself upwards until it broke. He continued as hard as he could and hearing the ice crack just gave him more energy to keep trying, he pulled, tugged, fought, and did everything in his power, and finally, he was free. He stood up, the wind whipping around him, as he looked down at his feet to see the ice had stuck to them, yet he couldn’t care less, he laughed in relief as he realised: he was free. Not only did he free himself from the ice, but from his hell of a life, that rancid clan who had broken so many and indirectly killed so many, that place where he grew to be cold and where they’d preach their beliefs with forceful ways, he was finally free… No more pain. No more nothing. He was free, he was his own dragon, he was Kylma. Oddly, joy overcame him, as he flew up high into the storm, flying above the clouds and forwards as he went over the Reclaimer's Glacier, a place where many fell but he rose above it all. He was free.
Kylma from that day on went on his own way. He had grown to despise the deities, despise himself and distrust any other dragon, after seeing how awfully one same species could treat each other, he hated them all. His once sweet self became no more, as he was nothing but a husk of his former self, with only a cold, hate-filled heart remaining, he swore to himself he’d never become close to a dragon again, and if they dared approach him, he’d make them leave with their tails between their legs. He was kind to none, not even himself.
Most other dragons who crossed him tended to steer away from him, his looming figure scaring them with the ice frozen upon his body, but it was no bother to him. He walked mindlessly, for months on end, without knowing where he was going or what his purpose was, some days he’d hope he’d stumble upon his mother or One-Eye, but he truly didn’t know if he’d ever meet them again. He went from Reclaimer's Glacier to the Frigid Floes, through the Starfall Isles, Scarred Wasteland up until the Dragon Home, and finally, the Viridian Labyrinth. Kylma spent his days walking alone, yet admired the nature around him, he didn’t have to worry about training anyone nor doing anything, he didn’t even care if he himself got hurt, the only thing he cared about was the beauty of the lands surrounding him.
Kylma would normally move onto the next land, yet in an odd sort of sense, the Viridian Labyrinth captivated him, and a new founded curiosity for the beautiful land, full of lush plants and colours of all kinds. It didn’t take him long before he found himself facing the Shrieking Wilds, a dense jungle filled with the shrieks of many animals, hiding away inside of its darkness. At that moment he felt a longing feeling, an attraction to the forest he couldn’t describe, and just if he were on autopilot, he found himself stepping into the shrubbery and walking deeper into its depths. The PearlCatcher swiftly avoided the heavy plants, avoided the roots at his feet and sliced any leaves in his way with ease. It got darker at every step he took, as the foliage became denser and the forest fell silent, all he could hear was his own breathing, yet such a thing didn’t phase him, as he continued onwards. But suddenly, he stopped, when he heard the sound of bustling ahead of him, he slowly crept towards the sound, before finding himself in a clearing full of murky looking dragons, looking upon him with great distaste. Yet, none would approach him as his looming feature stood still, the ice on his feet and wings gleaming the little light that flittered through, as he glared at them with piercing blue eyes. The crowd slowly cleared as out came a black SkyDancer, walking in strides with his head held up as he slowly stopped to face the stranger. Kylma felt increasingly agitated as eyes fell upon him, never once did he back down and a gut feeling told him who he was facing was the leader of this clan. No words were spoken as they stood facing one another, the PearlCatcher ready to pounce at any given time, whilst Tuhkat remained emotionless. But all it took was one smirk and a nod of the head before two dragons from behind the SkyDancer came hurtling towards Kylma, bloodshed in their eyes. It had been so long since Tuhkat has seen a good fight, even if he himself was a weak fighter, it brought him great joy to see blood spilt, especially ones with a fool… Seeing Unfavoured getting beaten gets boring after a while after all, it’s always the same ending. But here he stood, his eyes intently watching, as his two fought against the stranger who stumbled into his empire.
Kylma fought with all his might, he swiftly dodged their blows as he swiped back, leaving deep gashes upon their bodies. One of them tried to pounce at him, but he bit them harshly on the neck before throwing them against a tree, before turning his attention to the other dragon who left a good scratch on his hind leg, but the PearlCatcher turned around before digging his claws into his side, earning him a painful squeal. They continued fighting ferociously, one was heavily wounded while the other was near death, Kylma simply stood there panting from the effort, with several scratches marking their fight. He was about to finish them off when he heard Tuhkat yell something, and soon felt himself falling as the world around him became black, as a heavy metal object collided with the back of his head.
Kylma awoke, his head pounding as pain rung throughout his mind, a bitter reminder of the fight from yesterday. The smell of carcass and dirt filled his nostrils, which alerted him as he opens his eyes, to be met with an empty dirt cave. As he slowly stood up, he tried to move around but was ground by the metal chains, attaching him to the ground, there was barely any light other than the tunnel which led outside, and even then, that wasn’t much. He sat back down, gnawing down at the metal chains, before giving up and staring into the darkness: he had gone a full circle, freed from one hell of a clan, and fallen into the hands of another, yet this time, he was no exaltee but worst, a prisoner. He shook his head before laying down, falling asleep in an uncomfortably small room, not realizing the actuality that this would become his whole life, they're down in that tiny room.
Months passed since that very day, the day he stumbled upon that damned clan and had that fight, he’s been stuck in the same chains the whole time, only ever released for fights. Many members from the Chainvine Enclave had tried their chances with Kylma, beating him up or fighting him in an attempt to make him obey Tuhkat, to make him work and expand the empire, yet their attempts resulted in simple failures, as he wouldn’t falter nor carter to their needs, he’d always fight back with a snarl. And even with their efforts to make him work, he’d either destroy, attack others, or simply refuse to work, he became nothing but a beast in the darkness, his once lively self-transformed into nothing but a monster, with a burning hatred for all those who lived including himself. Those days back in the clan had broken him terribly, especially with the loss of his mother and One-Eye, then stumbling upon this place who treated him even worst, it was no surprise he became a simple husk of anger. Most days he’d listen to the conversation of those above, learning about the clan, their ways of life, the way they ranked dragons and he himself became an Unfavoured. This clan was just as vile as his old one, and this made him believe that all clans were the same, the whole of Sornieth was filled with misery and sorrow, beating others, and ruining their own specimen for their pleasure. His disdain only grew from there, yet nothing could be done about it, as he sat there chained to the ground. He’d always be fed last, his food being thrown down the entrance by another, most not daring to enter, and he’d eat them quietly, enjoying what he could of the terrible food. Kylma wasn’t even seen as much of a dragon anymore, he was a beast in the dark, with only his blue eyes glistening in the darkness, his black body blending in with the comfort of his new home. The only leisure they had given him were longer chains, so he had more space to walk around, or could peak closer into the entrance. He’d remain silent most days but sometimes would respond with growls or grunts.
Kylma was a dragon no more, he was simply a fiend in the dark, one who bathed in his hatred for the world, and his old memories with the only two dragons he ever loved as family, his mother and One-Eye. He lived his days out in the dark, alone, listening to the sound bellowing outside and reminiscing old times. There was no escape, the chains attached to his feet and the cave he lived in would be where he remains for the rest of his life, and Kylma understood that. Maybe he deserved it, after all those months…
(beautiful lore by tacotequila!)
"Maybe he deserved it, after all those months…"
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Hidden between the snowy depths of the Southern Icefield, shrouded under the peaks of the protruding ice spikes near to the Fortress of Ends, thrived a clan of cold-hearted dragons, one who struck fear in the eyes of their prey and one that most travellers would avoid as if it were the plague itself, it was the infamous Frigidum Compromise. Not many knew much about them, only a couple lived to tell the tale of their unforgiven and appalling ways, as their lives dr
bled amidst the hands of the clan or the harsh weather conditions of the winter land they walked upon. They were best known for their commitment to their belief, their own lives revolving and relying upon their deity, the IceWarden. Any dragons with imperfections or weaknesses would be trained ruthlessly, before being sent to fend for themselves amidst the face of war, only depending on the skills they had acquired during their harsh time in the clan. Only a couple of dragons deemed worthy enough could stay those who were strong enough to train the Exaltees and protect the clan, the females to raise the youth, and the commander himself, who he dictated the whole clan, choosing who could stay and who must leave. But once those fighters or females became too old, developed problems, had imperfections, they’d be sent to train, and finish their lives in the terrible fate of war. The youth would be treated similarly, starting from young the Clan’s belief would be imposed upon them, relentlessly reminding them who they work for, and for those with imperfections, would constantly be reminded of their wrongdoings, before reaching the age where it is the Commander who decides their fate: to stay or to leave. It was a harsh, miserable life, and many would grow to despise their own deity, but there was nothing they could do, tied down to the chains the clan forced upon them. It would be the place, where Kylma would be born.
Amongst the little dens scattered upon the snow, the cracking of an egg could be heard echoing through the halls, as in one of those many little dens, sat a mother with her egg close to her chest, her warmth seeping into its very core, protecting it from the cold that loomed outside. It was on that very night she was jostled awake by the noises that emitted from the egg, and the movement is made as to the PearlCatcher inside fought to be freed of the confinements of the egg. She watched it crack slowly before finally, one claw popped out, then another, then a hand, and soon emerged her hatchling in his full glory, as he kicked the last of the eggshells away. There the mother was, looking upon her son with pride and love, knowing he’d be a wonderful addition to the clan, catering to his needs as she thoroughly took care of him, oblivious to her new remoulded fate once he became old enough: becoming an Exaltee herself. But at that moment, she let those thoughts slipped by, enjoying every moment with her son, and appreciating the time spent there, listening to his little squeaks as he squirmed under her snout. He looked up at her with piercing blue eyes, and at she looked back, at that moment she knew, that he’d be a powerful dragon: she named him Kylma.
Time passed quickly as Kylma grew, most days he enjoyed staying alone, lost an ocean of thoughts and curiosities, and indulging in his own activities when the chance was given. He was a talented individual too when tasks were given, he completed them with ease, equally, he was a good fighter too: lean, fast, sharp, strong and a sharp thinker, he could avoid the next moves of an opponent and pinpoint their weak spots; and most of all, he was a very good listener, following their beliefs as he should. The PearlCatcher was exceptionally good, so it came as no surprise where the day came each of the hatchlings was standing in a straight row, heads held high with a nervous twitch in their tails as they waited for the heavy footsteps of the commander to bestow upon them, and decide their fates, that Kylma would be chosen to stay, and become one of the many powerful trainers who reigned the clan. He took the role with great pride, before trotting up to his mother with excitement in his eyes, her too mirroring the same excitement, as they shared the moment of pride, but the buzz soon died down as an expression of sorrow overcame his mother. He was confused, why did she look so saddened by this? Before he too, fell silent, as she muttered the words: “This will be the last time I see you, Kylma.”
Suddenly, his excitement left as quickly as it came, with the realization dawning upon him. Tears started to peak in his eyes but were wiped away as his mother, whom he loved so dearly, cradled him close. He listened as she spoke soft-spoken words, telling him how proud she was, that she knew he’d do amazing, and most of all, she’d always be watching, and no matter what he does, she’ll always love him. Kylma stopped the tears threatening to spill out his eyes, as he heard his name called by his newfound mentor, they shared their last goodbyes as he turned to face him, looking back as his mother seemed to stray further, and further away. He found himself being guided away, working on autopilot as his mind rushed with a thousand thoughts at once, and soon, he found himself in a small, rocky den with a little makeshift bed in the centre, with his mentor telling him to “Suck it up”, before explaining him the schedule, and everything that was to be done. When he was gone, Kylma stared silently into the room, it felt cold and empty, but without a choice, he curled up into the little nest, which was undeniably uncomfortable, before lightly placing his face on his two hands, as exhaustion took the best of him, after such an eventful day. Maybe being a trainer wasn’t so good? Was his last thought, before he drifted off to sleep.
Months passed as Kylma grew, he had finished his training rather quickly, and he mentally grew a lot more sombre, once a mind full of flourishing creativity broken into nothing but a tired, working, husk of a dragon that he used to be. He was efficient and clear-cut, never did he let any of his doubts perturb his work, and he shut off all emotions to others. Up until this point, he had trained a good several dozens of exaltees himself, never to heard or seen of again. He felt no pity nor grief, just thought of it as work, it is what he is meant to do and that was his only purpose. Yet, all the dragons he had trained have always been adults, but this changed the day he received a new exaltee… Who was still, basically a kid? Her name was One-Eye because her left eye was missing… An imperfection. A reason to be exalted.
He felt a sort of bewilderment at the thought, as he looked upon the rows of hatchlings who stood up looking at the Commander, reminding him that he, once stood there. One-Eye said her last goodbyes to her mother, an emotional rollercoaster at it turned from sadness to excitement, as the mother cheered on her daughter even as an exaltee, how she would prove them all wrong and show them how good she truly is. They had their last moments before she came trotting towards Kylma, with her head held high and a spark of confidence gleaming in her eyes. It was odd for Kylma, most felt great sorrow when they were titled as an exaltee, yet the little WildClaw seemed to be so happy… it was something he could admire. It didn’t take long for her to meet eye to eye with him, and soon he started guiding her towards her new home, at first, they walked in silence, but it was broken when she started to chat, asking questions which he’d respond in short mumbles. When they finally arrived, she jumped around the room, before settling down on her bed, complaining about how uncomfortable it was. Kylma sighed “She’s gonna be an annoying one…” he thought; before making her settle down as he explained the general gist of things, alongside the schedule and all. Once he had finished the usual explanations, he left her in silence, walking silently towards his own home, before curling up in his own bed, as usual, mumbling one last thing about how One-Eye is going to be one hell of an exaltee, before drifting off to sleep: another tireless day ahead of him.
Kylma and One-Eye soon started their training, never did her charisma cease as he continued to teach her to fight, hunt, defend and much more. At first, he found her rather annoying, but as time went on, she started to grow on him, it was oddly nice to him to meet someone so joyful and carefree, excited to learn and, are happy, instead of fearing what he’ll do. He himself started to talk more and conversate, he tried so very hard to bury the little joys he felt yet he couldn’t help himself. Seeing One-Eye grow and improve made him feel proud, her joy was intoxicating, and she sort of felt like a younger sister to him. She’d made his days a lot brighter, and in return, he’d always teach her a lot more intricate things which he had never taught others or would help her out by getting her extra food and making her bed more comfortable. Sometimes they’d just take breaks and chat, and it made him… Happy. Something he hasn’t felt in so long, somehow this little WildClaw, who was so annoying at first and meant to become an exaltee, made him happy with her lively attitude. He didn’t understand it. But he appreciated it immensely.
Yet, on another training day, he noticed her demeanour had lowered immensely, her usual energy had dissipated, and she looked sad. He knew immediately something was up, especially since her fighting wasn’t up to par, as usual, so he decided they’d take an early break. One-Eye sat down first, with Kylma following in suit, dropping a rabbit at her feet for her to eat. They ate in silence, Kylma was concerned but didn’t know how to ask what was up, never was he the best with words nor feelings, but luckily for him, he didn’t have to when she started to speak. She told him about the other hatchlings who told her about the lives of exaltees, how terrible they were treated, that they were insignificant, their lives would constantly be war, famine, violence, and survival, and the worst imperfection, the worst of their lives were. She started to choke up on her tears as she continued to speak, of the horrendous lives of exaltees, and she simply ended it with: “Kylma, is this all true?”, all this time he had been listening intently, the last part took him by surprise, he couldn’t sugarcoat the truth and he didn’t want her to believe it was a fantasy of life, so with a heavy heart, he nodded yes, and the expression on her face turned to pure sorrow. It broke him to see such a friendly dragon in such a state, and all he could do is put his wing on her back in an attempt at consoling her, but he listened as she sobbed quietly, telling him how scared she was, how she didn’t want to become one and die in such a harsh way. When she had calmed down a bit, in the same ton his mother used to speak to him with, he said with soft-spoken words that he wouldn’t let that happen and that she wouldn’t become an exaltee. One-Eye stayed silent for a moment, before a new hope gleamed in her eyes: “Really?” she asked, and Kylma, surer than ever, assured her immensely, promising her she’d not let her turn out like that, and that she, wouldn’t become an exaltee. She smiled gratefully before hugging the older dragon, he stood there stunned, he didn’t know what to do in return, so he simply places his hand on her back, before smiling back. Kylma meant it, he truly does promise he’ll protect her from becoming an exaltee, from falling into the same fate as his beloved mother did… He’d protect her with his life. Her energy slowly came back to her and hope-filled her once more, and the PearlCatcher decide that they’d end their session early today, letting her return to her den to get some good rest. They departed from each other, as he entered his own den, holding strongly onto his promise… He had no regrets. One-Eye becomes family to him, and that’s why, he’ll hold dearly onto that, and make sure she can escape, live a life outside this place, and live normally, just like any other dragon. She didn’t deserve nor was made to be her… No dragon was. Kylma thoughts drifted away, as sleep finally caught the best of him.
Morning came, Kylma waited as the usual spot, enjoying the sound of the wind slowly fluttering around the vicinity, eating a bit of food he had caught on his way out. He looked up when he heard footsteps and faced another exaltee walking towards him with their heads down, an exaltee, who wasn’t One-Eye. He felt confused, as he asked who the stranger was until his confusion turned to dread when he heard that the stranger was his new exaltee. Kylma’s stomach dropped, he didn’t realise it had already been the end of their training, and that they must’ve taken her. The next thing he knew, he was hurtling himself into the camp, creating a ruckus as heads turned to face him, looking around for any sort of hint as to where they could have gone, and fortunately for him, his eyes fell upon fresh footsteps dug into the snow from a dozing or so dragons, some bigger and some smaller from a variety of breeds, which is where he threw himself next. Kylma went from running to flying, as his wings flapped with heavy beats, close to the ground as he followed the trail, hoping to see One-Eye soon. Minutes turned to hours as he continued to fly, but hope started to diminish as the snow started to fall heavier and as exhaustion started to creep up on him, without a single sign of life. He finally lost all hope when the footsteps and trail were completely gone, the white snow covering the only lead he had, he tried to continue going on forwards for longer, heading in the same direction that they went, but soon felt himself crash down onto the ice below, his limbs weak and sore from over-exerting his body, fatigued hit him like a ton of bricks. There he laid, in the middle of the Reclaimer's Glacier, harsh winds whipping around him, snow becoming heavier as the minutes passed, and the cold hitting him to his very core, he felt so very useless: he failed One-Eye, he failed his purpose, he ruptured his promise and most of all, failed to protect her, to give her the chance of life she deserved: instead now she’s fighting in a raging war by the sides of the IceWarden, fearing for her life and fighting for survival, with a distaste for the dragon who promised her freedom, yet ruined it. For the first time in forever since his mother, he felt tears well up in his eyes, Kylma was so very worthless. Why? Why? Why? His mind repeating. You failed her! His demons told him. He didn’t have the energy to move, and the next thing he knew, total darkness consumed him.
Kylma awoke several hours later, the snowstorm still raged but it was much calmer now, he felt cold and was confused until he remembered everything that happened. He felt cold and tried to move, but upon looking at himself, he saw ice has formed upon his body, from his feet to his wings, deep blue ice reflecting into his gaze. He placed his head back onto the ice, watching the snowfall daintily, wondering if there really was a point in continuing, if he shouldn’t just stay here and succumb to the cold… But then old memories trickled back into his memories, the time and days spent with his mother, the joyful days of talking to One-Eye, the pride he felt as he trained to become who he is today: he couldn’t let it just all go to waste. He wouldn’t let the putrid clan take him like this. He had to keep fighting, never did his mother or apprentice achieve freedom, but he will, for their sake. Those thoughts gave him the energy to start pushing, mustering all the strength he could to be freed from the constraints of the ice, forcing himself upwards until it broke. He continued as hard as he could and hearing the ice crack just gave him more energy to keep trying, he pulled, tugged, fought, and did everything in his power, and finally, he was free. He stood up, the wind whipping around him, as he looked down at his feet to see the ice had stuck to them, yet he couldn’t care less, he laughed in relief as he realised: he was free. Not only did he free himself from the ice, but from his hell of a life, that rancid clan who had broken so many and indirectly killed so many, that place where he grew to be cold and where they’d preach their beliefs with forceful ways, he was finally free… No more pain. No more nothing. He was free, he was his own dragon, he was Kylma. Oddly, joy overcame him, as he flew up high into the storm, flying above the clouds and forwards as he went over the Reclaimer's Glacier, a place where many fell but he rose above it all. He was free.
Kylma from that day on went on his own way. He had grown to despise the deities, despise himself and distrust any other dragon, after seeing how awfully one same species could treat each other, he hated them all. His once sweet self became no more, as he was nothing but a husk of his former self, with only a cold, hate-filled heart remaining, he swore to himself he’d never become close to a dragon again, and if they dared approach him, he’d make them leave with their tails between their legs. He was kind to none, not even himself.
Most other dragons who crossed him tended to steer away from him, his looming figure scaring them with the ice frozen upon his body, but it was no bother to him. He walked mindlessly, for months on end, without knowing where he was going or what his purpose was, some days he’d hope he’d stumble upon his mother or One-Eye, but he truly didn’t know if he’d ever meet them again. He went from Reclaimer's Glacier to the Frigid Floes, through the Starfall Isles, Scarred Wasteland up until the Dragon Home, and finally, the Viridian Labyrinth. Kylma spent his days walking alone, yet admired the nature around him, he didn’t have to worry about training anyone nor doing anything, he didn’t even care if he himself got hurt, the only thing he cared about was the beauty of the lands surrounding him.
Kylma would normally move onto the next land, yet in an odd sort of sense, the Viridian Labyrinth captivated him, and a new founded curiosity for the beautiful land, full of lush plants and colours of all kinds. It didn’t take him long before he found himself facing the Shrieking Wilds, a dense jungle filled with the shrieks of many animals, hiding away inside of its darkness. At that moment he felt a longing feeling, an attraction to the forest he couldn’t describe, and just if he were on autopilot, he found himself stepping into the shrubbery and walking deeper into its depths. The PearlCatcher swiftly avoided the heavy plants, avoided the roots at his feet and sliced any leaves in his way with ease. It got darker at every step he took, as the foliage became denser and the forest fell silent, all he could hear was his own breathing, yet such a thing didn’t phase him, as he continued onwards. But suddenly, he stopped, when he heard the sound of bustling ahead of him, he slowly crept towards the sound, before finding himself in a clearing full of murky looking dragons, looking upon him with great distaste. Yet, none would approach him as his looming feature stood still, the ice on his feet and wings gleaming the little light that flittered through, as he glared at them with piercing blue eyes. The crowd slowly cleared as out came a black SkyDancer, walking in strides with his head held up as he slowly stopped to face the stranger. Kylma felt increasingly agitated as eyes fell upon him, never once did he back down and a gut feeling told him who he was facing was the leader of this clan. No words were spoken as they stood facing one another, the PearlCatcher ready to pounce at any given time, whilst Tuhkat remained emotionless. But all it took was one smirk and a nod of the head before two dragons from behind the SkyDancer came hurtling towards Kylma, bloodshed in their eyes. It had been so long since Tuhkat has seen a good fight, even if he himself was a weak fighter, it brought him great joy to see blood spilt, especially ones with a fool… Seeing Unfavoured getting beaten gets boring after a while after all, it’s always the same ending. But here he stood, his eyes intently watching, as his two fought against the stranger who stumbled into his empire.
Kylma fought with all his might, he swiftly dodged their blows as he swiped back, leaving deep gashes upon their bodies. One of them tried to pounce at him, but he bit them harshly on the neck before throwing them against a tree, before turning his attention to the other dragon who left a good scratch on his hind leg, but the PearlCatcher turned around before digging his claws into his side, earning him a painful squeal. They continued fighting ferociously, one was heavily wounded while the other was near death, Kylma simply stood there panting from the effort, with several scratches marking their fight. He was about to finish them off when he heard Tuhkat yell something, and soon felt himself falling as the world around him became black, as a heavy metal object collided with the back of his head.
Kylma awoke, his head pounding as pain rung throughout his mind, a bitter reminder of the fight from yesterday. The smell of carcass and dirt filled his nostrils, which alerted him as he opens his eyes, to be met with an empty dirt cave. As he slowly stood up, he tried to move around but was ground by the metal chains, attaching him to the ground, there was barely any light other than the tunnel which led outside, and even then, that wasn’t much. He sat back down, gnawing down at the metal chains, before giving up and staring into the darkness: he had gone a full circle, freed from one hell of a clan, and fallen into the hands of another, yet this time, he was no exaltee but worst, a prisoner. He shook his head before laying down, falling asleep in an uncomfortably small room, not realizing the actuality that this would become his whole life, they're down in that tiny room.
Months passed since that very day, the day he stumbled upon that damned clan and had that fight, he’s been stuck in the same chains the whole time, only ever released for fights. Many members from the Chainvine Enclave had tried their chances with Kylma, beating him up or fighting him in an attempt to make him obey Tuhkat, to make him work and expand the empire, yet their attempts resulted in simple failures, as he wouldn’t falter nor carter to their needs, he’d always fight back with a snarl. And even with their efforts to make him work, he’d either destroy, attack others, or simply refuse to work, he became nothing but a beast in the darkness, his once lively self-transformed into nothing but a monster, with a burning hatred for all those who lived including himself. Those days back in the clan had broken him terribly, especially with the loss of his mother and One-Eye, then stumbling upon this place who treated him even worst, it was no surprise he became a simple husk of anger. Most days he’d listen to the conversation of those above, learning about the clan, their ways of life, the way they ranked dragons and he himself became an Unfavoured. This clan was just as vile as his old one, and this made him believe that all clans were the same, the whole of Sornieth was filled with misery and sorrow, beating others, and ruining their own specimen for their pleasure. His disdain only grew from there, yet nothing could be done about it, as he sat there chained to the ground. He’d always be fed last, his food being thrown down the entrance by another, most not daring to enter, and he’d eat them quietly, enjoying what he could of the terrible food. Kylma wasn’t even seen as much of a dragon anymore, he was a beast in the dark, with only his blue eyes glistening in the darkness, his black body blending in with the comfort of his new home. The only leisure they had given him were longer chains, so he had more space to walk around, or could peak closer into the entrance. He’d remain silent most days but sometimes would respond with growls or grunts.
Kylma was a dragon no more, he was simply a fiend in the dark, one who bathed in his hatred for the world, and his old memories with the only two dragons he ever loved as family, his mother and One-Eye. He lived his days out in the dark, alone, listening to the sound bellowing outside and reminiscing old times. There was no escape, the chains attached to his feet and the cave he lived in would be where he remains for the rest of his life, and Kylma understood that. Maybe he deserved it, after all those months…
(beautiful lore by tacotequila!)
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