Tomato
(#62984635)
What is it that festers beneath your flesh?
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Energy: 50/50
This dragon’s natural inborn element is Wind.
Male Fae
This dragon is hibernating.
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Personal Style
Apparel
Skin
Scene
Measurements
Length
0.99 m
Wingspan
0.89 m
Weight
1.69 kg
Genetics
Crocodile
Lionfish
Lionfish
Tomato
Noxtide
Noxtide
Copper
Veined
Veined
Hatchday
Breed
Eye Type
Level 1 Fae
EXP: 0 / 245
STR
7
AGI
6
DEF
7
QCK
6
INT
6
VIT
6
MND
7
Lineage
Parents
- none
Offspring
- none
Biography
To hold in your talons the world, to drop it off a cliff, waiting for it to fly alongside you. Longing to no longer be alone, to no longer know the unknown. It falls short despite this, now idly sinking beneath you. What are you anyway? Something small and insignificant, yet the beholder of all. Something that within its imperfections was perfection itself, and in that thing so awful you found the horrors of a world idealized. A horrid reflection of the world you now view. Sinking your teeth into its soft meat you put it out of its misery, yet by providing it contact you find that it is now rooted within the individual you once knew. The ideal leaves the mind and inhabits the beast. Splattered down your face it bleeds off your teeth and seeps into the dirt below. Panicked you drop from the sky, the heavens, chasing it down. Hitting the earth you find yourself given form, the ethereal is now the norm and the planet shapes itself around you. It may be too late, to fix this mistake that has created you. To create a world without those awful perfections, birth a world independent of you. But to do that you must turn your fangs upon this construction, rip it apart from within.
In your haste to right this wrong you forgot the pieces of you that sank beneath its skin. Given time the parasite grows, shapes beasts of its own. They are to keep it fed, keep it alive. It isn’t until you witness the gaping pit that once was your eye that you remember: you once held this world in your claws. It’s so easy to forget that you once inhabited another form, one wholly surreal and yet not without manifestation. You may have flaked away from its grasp, became something singular and sincere, but what was melted away is now reborn. A single eye dared to peak out of its shell, an eye that now gapes and oozes, pulled out by the creatures it created. Those who grew resentful of their purpose
Heal! Heal! Heal! It cries but it’s drones only nurture its infection, they are killing their god and it is righteous. You pull your teeth from their throats as you find these flawed reflections of you are killing the one that had been blessed to be pure, those who had earned your wrath fell to the false reflections of themselves and you watch as they tear apart this egg, this truth that was you. So desperate to kill the beast within the earth, so desperate to kill you.
The incarnation of the angel, death given form. He isn't an actual dragon but he can be tangible at will, and his many killing sprees were very real. He often haunts or stalks other dragons who earn his attention or ire. Most considering him a hallucination, those within Pinion believe he is just another ghost. They aren't completely wrong, he is a lingering impersonation of something greater, but he isn't dead because he was never actually the angel, just an extention of the angels will. The only incarnation that remained loyal, with it's host the parasite begins to wither. He's more interesting in the later parts of my lore, when the angel is long dead. He only appears to offer advice or drive dragons in certain directions, but never actually acting himself. He becomes something else, imparting his own will upon the story. Keeping the false reflections of himself alive, as they are now the only thing sustaining him. Those he once killed, the ones who now set him free and are the only reason he lives on after his creators death. He dons very similar cloths to those of Trace, the dragon who seeks to end bloodshed entirly within Pinion, and has ironically come to be known as an angel within Pinion.
He is the identity of the angel, it's memories and intentions. Yet once they separated they became two very different creatures, even though he is the only incarnation to truly understand his creator he still often acts in his own self interest. If the other half of him, if his original body had escaped from were it was trapped within this world everything here would have die. The creature he is now would have never been, he would have gone back to being the angel. He has found he enjoys the company of those he once wished dead far more than the power he once held in a single hand, perhaps it always was his own reflection in them that he hated the most. Now there is no reflection at all, as the back of the mirror allows no light to pass through. Unmade only to be remade again and again, we emerge in a form that fits the only one of us left living. The curse of Pinion, an angels lingering soul will draw him back. Now every living host has been found a traitor, even it's own body and mind has found a life of it's own there is only rage. Still too weak for retribution against it's own it lases out at the few dragons it can still reach.
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Exalting Tomato to the service of the Plaguebringer will remove them from your lair forever. They will leave behind a small sum of riches that they have accumulated. This action is irreversible.
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