Edgar
(#63970420)
Level 10 Fae
Familiar
Glossy Duskrat
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Energy: 50/50
This dragon’s natural inborn element is Water.
Female Fae
This dragon is hibernating.
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Personal Style
Apparel
Skin
Scene
Measurements
Length
0.71 m
Wingspan
1.1 m
Weight
1.96 kg
Genetics
Obsidian
Pinstripe
Pinstripe
Obsidian
Seraph
Seraph
Magenta
Peacock
Peacock
Hatchday
Breed
Eye Type
Level 10 Fae
EXP: 341 / 27676
STR
5
AGI
8
DEF
5
QCK
6
INT
8
VIT
5
MND
8
Biography
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EDGAR "I'll bring back your dear dead." |
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Memento Mori
Generation 5 trait | trait | trait  Relationships Lazzaro • ???  Elysia • Friend  Gilding • Acquaintance  Fay • Crush  |
Memento mori (Latin: "remember that you have to die") is the medieval Latin Christian theory and practice of reflection on mortality, especially as a means of considering the vanity of earthly life and the transient nature of all earthly goods and pursuits. Memento mori has been an important part of ascetic disciplines as a means of perfecting the character by cultivating detachment and other virtues, and by turning the attention towards the immortality of the soul and the afterlife. 
This curse would be traced down his lineage. All Moros' children were destined to die, like any dragon. But they would be given a second chance. It was up to the children if they would accept the bargain. His first life had been spent in a guise that was not his own. Quite literally; there were dragons the body had met before, who referred to him as "Mokhagia," and seemed surprised when he didn't answer to the name any longer. With that happening so often, he left the clan that had been the domain of the body's old life. He arrived from a different world; from New Albion, where he had been the son of a woman Annabel. But this was... Not that. He remembered, faintly, as he woke up from the crushing sensation of having been dead, (a thing he'd never wanted to wake from, not in his own world or any other,) a face he'd seen- a person he'd met. Someone who took her name from the world of the undead- at least, the name that was given it in his own world. Elysium. But waking now, he couldn't find her anywhere. And more than that, these creatures around him- beasts like from ancient myth; dragons, and half-humans with animal features both- they unnerved him, and he couldn't stand their presence. He fled the murmurs and the surprised shouts of "Mokhagia? She's back!" as quick as he could, not knowing where at all he was to stay. Never having had wings before, how was he to know how to use them? How would he know to use hands with only three digits? what did one do with a tail, at all? Under a tree, as a light rain started, he curled himself up as small as he could, miserable with the cold and the damp. The next day, with the rain still light and so more miserable than if it had been only fog or a strong downpour, he continued on his way, painfully aware of how small and frail this body seemed to be, with each unidentified sound cause for alarm, and no desire to try and fly when he would be a novice, and this world was populated by creatures who swam the air as a whale through the sea. Evening again approached, and he was resigned to sleeping again in a damp knot of roots, when encountering a little... tribe? seemed to make that no longer necessary. Cold and shivering, he still had too much pride to ask for help, even if he needed it. It was, therefore, only luck that made one of the dragons open a door to him, and gesture with what seemed a snarling face for him to come in. How horrible... I'll be eaten alive, I'm sure, he thought helplessly. "...Or maybe you want to sit out in the rain, looking pitiful, because the Water Flight might feel some kinship with the rain, or some such." Edgar looked up at the creature. "I just don't want to be eaten when I step into the house of a dragon." "Huh?" It pulled a face. "I don't... What kind of an accusation? There's an inn just over there if you'd have bothered to read the sign, but I figured you came here because you needed something." Edgar looked, seeing only the strange script of foreign lands, which glowed an eerie cyan. "I... See." "They take travelers, like yourself." "I'm not-." but it had already closed its door again. He plodded towards the 'inn', and entered as quietly as he could. And not a moment after he'd entered, he tumbled backwards in a fright as another beast, almost like a bear, suddenly came to view. "Hello, hello!" the deep voice boomed, a warm and hearty welcome that barely stilled the quaking of Edgar's heart and limbs. "I'm Lazzaro, welcome to the inn- or the outpost, depending on where you come from." "N-new Albion," he stammered, flinching still further back as the ruddy face came within arm's reach of this tiny body. "I don't-." "Come, come; I'll bring you some food and a bit of tea, hmm?" Oh, tea sounds divine, was the dreamy supposition. He almost got to a point where it was not so frightening, after all, to look at this one in particular- perhaps it was the human memory he still had, but part of him couldn't help thinking that this fellow was almost like a teddy bear. Bugs. He was to eat... Bugs. The expectation in the hosts face was frightening, if only because that meant he couldn't simply turn these down. "I... I don't suppose there's anything else I could..." "These won't do?" "I. Forgive me. Are... these. Common fare?" "Yes, certainly. But if you'd rather see what else we have, I'm sure I could find something." "I might like that." He stood up, falling forward into a quadruped stance, and supposed it would be better not to try to stand properly while still being watched. "Oh, then right this way." (Lazzaro commented, more of an aside than anything, that he'd never seen a Fae eat meat with such gusto, as he watched Edgar tear into a rabbit's leg.) There would be an adjustment period as he got used to this new world he found himself in, but... Taking a sip of the tea, still hot, he decided that perhaps he could get used to it. |
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