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Vivian

(#63385233)

Werewolves

Energy: 50/50

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Length

10.94 m

Wingspan

7.6 m

Weight

8722.9 kg

Genetics

Obsidian
Spirit (Gaoler)

Hatchday

Aug 19, 2020
(3 years)

Breed

Adult
Gaoler

Eye Type

Wind
Common

Level 1 Gaoler

EXP: 0 / 245

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AGI

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QCK

INT

VIT

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The Awakening

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She felt like a void for 11 months.

There was no longing, no fear or pain, no desire or passion either. She was a void. Empty and all-consuming, but unable to be brought to action in order to fill that void. She didn’t need to, because in the depths of the void something resided, and as time grew closer to the middle of autumn, to October, it grew. The void filled with something that slumbered beneath her flesh, hibernating in her core and waiting for the time to come where it would consume her entirely and be who she truly was.

Winter, spring, summer, they were empty months. There was a glassy look to Vivian’s eyes during these seasons, her words plain and lacking emotion. If her clan were a hive, she would be the worker bee that flew to and from with nothing but pollen clinging to her. She had no wants nor opinions these times of the year, no qualms to settle with others or even an inkling of interest in recreational activities. She did her job for her clan, she sought to her basic needs, rinse and repeat.

Then the world would start to change. Cooler air would sweep in, trees would drop their acorns and pinecones while animals began to scurry and hide stashes for the winter. The leaves would change hues; from green, to yellow, to orange, finally the color of sanguine. The color that beckoned Vivian.

If Vivian felt anything as the last days of September sloughed off, revealing the carapace that the world became in October, it was not obvious. The glassy look in her eyes may have faded, her fur thickening and her energy a tad higher. Those were the only signs, perhaps even for Vivian as well, that October was approaching. Then on the first, it was as though she had been born again for another year. That void was filled with something else - someone else - and it grew till it stretched the dragon to her full size.

”It’s almost October,” one of the dragons croned happily. The breeze had shifted, even Vivian could feel it as she plucked the last of the berry harvest off of the bushes the two were working on. There would be no more berries once they finished, and they would move onto gathering food and materials in a different way for the clan. Vivian had no qualms either way - she never did - on what their work would be like when they finished.

”I hear you change during October,” they then spoke. Vivian did not slow. She was rarely ever unchanged by things, including this question. ”What’s that about?”

”Change?” she managed, turning to look up at the other dragon. Her face was devoid of any emotion, practically parroting the question. It seemed to be enough of an answer, despite actually being one, or perhaps the look she gave unnerved them enough that there came no words on the subject. Oftentimes her interactions with people were similar. She had nothing to give that was of value to a conversation, agreeing with the group as a whole more often than not or finding some sort of menial task to focus on instead. Rarely a question was brought up on the subject; not that it mattered, as the dragon could not fathom an answer. At least, not until October drew itself upon the world.

Like a banshee released from its cell, Vivian took her true form. Her fur was thicker now, her body seemingly growing in size. Her glazed look was replaced with a sharp focus that only predators in the wild could contend with, and her movements were far more smoother than the almost performative way she would move before the month took over. The void was gone, filled with who Vivian truly was. And it was hungry.

Being locked away for 11 months out of the year made the dragon’s desire to feed grow stronger instead of quelling it. She erupted into the night air at alarming speeds, her eyes fixated around her as she sought out her first meal. She’d bring carcasses back to her clan of fresh kills, her gathering switching from berries to beast when night fell on the first day of October. And it only grew more and more, each day she’d move with a ferocity that many in the clan found her to be terrifying. Her intensity in conversation was felt when one dared to spark one. The quiet, docile and practically monotone Vivian would be eclipsed by this version of her for a whole month.

She was a diligent hunter for her clan during the month of October, but when night fell she was something else. A beast or a monster, it didn’t really matter. All that mattered was that her bloodlust was sated momentarily with each kill, each hunt. She tore through anything she came across, leaving bloody messes in her wake. Sometimes small clans would lose several members in a single night, fearing as the day grew dark that another would go missing.

To assume this was a lonely existence for Vivian was incorrect. She lived for the thrill of the month of October, where she was herself completely. She reveled in it, but she was not alone. No, another walked among the darkness on those chilly evenings, so like her was he that they would wreak their havoc amongst any that dared be up past sundown in their erratic paths together. A perfect, monstrous pair that would hibernate when All Hallows Eve passed, only to be called back from their hypnotic slumber 11 months later to do their wicked dance yet again.

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