ClockworkEclipse's dragon Khashada

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Length

29.54 m

Wingspan

20.52 m

Weight

9061.74 kg

Genetics

Brick
Starmap

Raspberry
Constellation

Blood
Opal

Hatchday

Jan 16, 2021
(3 years)

Breed

Adult
Imperial

Eye Type

Plague
Unusual

Level 1 Imperial

EXP: 0 / 245

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QCK

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Biography

Khashada
born Akshada
The Battle-Born Blessing of The Archives

A Tale of Lives Saved

I scamper down the hall, my paws skittering along the wooden floor of the halls as I round corner after corner. Normally I wouldn't seem so desperate, but today is different. Today, I discovered something disturbing. While my sister watched the threads of others around us, I noticed a shift. It was rare to find one of those golden coins outside of my home. Perhaps two per gap between festivals at most. But never have I found a satchel's worth of them in the halls, especially in one day.

I almost trip over another pair of coins, scooping them up to tuck them away as I rush passed Zerah's lecture hall. He seems to know something's coming, seeing as he has his students practicing generic combat. Perhaps he's causing this? One of his manipulative spells? It didn't matter. This was way over his head. It was over all their heads!

I zip by Khamael's lair, flipping a coin through the open door. He heard the drake swear to the eleven as he scrabbled about. I don't care. This is the only way I can warn the others here. Words were never enough, but these coins were never ignored. Not after the last time this happened.

Finally, as I take off towards the crystal hall, I spot that odd flickering Pearlcatcher. I always toss him a coin as well when I spot him. It just feels right, what with all the rumors about him. Though my voice never does reach him like it would for other wayward souls. This time, I also try to warn him. He may have heard me. Maybe not. Either way, when he sees the coin, I see him nod and step away before he disappeared.

I can't help but feel relieved at that, even more so when I see my sister. I nod to Lepton, showing the coins to her. The remainder would be given out after the incident. This much I know. It's how it always is. She simply nods back, her talons moving about. She's likely been snipping threads and retying them, ensuring innocent lives would never consider walking this particular hall while the monster housed within roamed free. I'm about to ask her if she brought any fighters when I hear it.

A shrill wail, coming from behind a crystalline door, followed by a bellowing roar.

It was too late. One of Pinnacle's flowers was broken, and Kane would make all of them pay for it. I can only hope the luck of my sister and I holds out as the door shatters, sending us flying away. It may let us live, but I know there will be many who won't share our fate today.

I charge down the hall, my wings spread wide as I strike out once more. I hardly recognize the cry cut short as I continue, hunting down the trail my daughter left behind. Little buds in the floor acted as a trail of breadcrumbs, in a sense, guiding me on my way.

Another roar causes my ear to flick. A nuisance. That's what these things are. A nuisance to me, to my kin... to all of us. The gnat by my ear is proof enough of that. One swat is all it takes to send it away. I don't have time for these little insects. I have a monster to hunt.

I'm ready to strike out once more when I feel it. Most of the time, they're just bugs. This isn't a bug. I let out a roar as something slams into my side, almost sending me through a window. I snap and claw, giving my all to stop this new creature from stopping me. They seem just as determined, though, with reinforced claws and blades in their maw. I can feel the sting of venom, the bite of a blade, and know I need to end this fast. This creature may be strong, and large enough to halt me, but I know what I must do.

I must prevail.

I only feel the smallest twinge of remorse when that mighty cry is silenced. I cannot stop here. Not now. No, I need to keep going. I need to keep hunting.

I need to pay that monster back for what they did to my little Pinnacle's flowers.

I walk the crystal halls, my eyes narrowed as I step over the torn cloth and shattered pillars. Some had lumps, and I knew better than to touch them. It never was pleasant, really. I'd seen Kane break out once before. Hardly had the time to hide Noya back then. This time she knew what to do, but my students... well. I know better than to ignore Drachma and Lepton. They're unique students of mine, working together to try what I've done alone. Even if they only managed to return a mouse, it was still more than most.

I pause when I see one of my textbooks in the hall. Carefully I pick it up, looking it over. I don't bother to look for the owner. The carnage in the hall tells me that it would be best to check this one off the roster, or at least check with Raphael or Drachma. Perhaps Azriel, if I can handle his prattling. Either way, it's best not to look at the ones left in the hall. I know I'd rather not see who we have lost.

I carefully keep walking, stepping over all I need to when I round the corner and freeze. It's hard to simply miss this one. An Imperial, decked in armor and enough weaponry to make me question if Khamael was robbed... and she's alive still. I hesitate for a moment, then walk over to her, crouching down by her side. She may not be here much longer, but she's still here now. I wonder if Raphael is nearby when an idea forms in my head.

Theories. I had so many theories before. The only time they worked was on Noya, and since then I've been trying to perfect my art. Not6hing had taken hold since, no vessel good enough for the souls retrieved... but what if I held a soul in place? What if I took a living soul, and bound it tighter?

Knowing I don't have much time, I close my eyes and begin the weave to reach towards the veil. I know this spell by heart now, and when I open my eyes, I'm looking out from that darkness. I look around, spotting the stray soul or two before I see it. A thread, between the veil. I can already see the talons reaching through, the drake already beginning to slip beyond. I need to act quickly, but I don't really know how. Not at first.

It takes me a moment to remember what had happened with Noya. I bound her to a living soul. I bound her to myself, and provided a vessel for her to occupy instead of taking my own form. She was the only one I tied to myself. She was the only one who took something from me and, most importantly, she was the only one who ever came back.

I'm swift as I grab one of those paws with my own, moving it aside to grab the thread. I know my work is sloppy, but she's already almost on the other side. If I don't act now, I may just end up bringing back an Emperor of sorts. I manage to tie her thread to mine, then cut off the weave. The price has been paid. This Imperial is now tied to me.

When I blink, I'm still by the Imperial's side. I pause, listening to her. She's there. Faint, but still with the Archivists. I sigh, sitting back up as I look down at her. It takes me a moment to realize her wounds have been sealed, leaving only the faintest of scars on her sides. For a moment, I think I've done well. Some sort of breakthrough, perhaps. Then her eyes open, and she snarls at me.

When Razael finds us, I have the Imperial pinned, my wings ragged with new scars as she snaps at me, almost like Kane would. He hides my new injuries, as he tends to do, and simply asks me what happened. I don't quite know what to say as I look back at the Imperial, spotting the same ichor now acting as her blood as it does mine. Finally, I find the words.

"I don't know. She seemed fine, but now... she's a Beast."

Before Razael could reply, at least through his apparent shock, the Imperial finally snarls out a reply of her own. Both of us are stunned by her words, her voice now ragged and worn, like a hound from the Scarred Waste itself.

"As are you, dog. We both are."

I can see Razael seems stunned into silence as I ponder her words. I don't know what she means. I don't know why she's said this. Perhaps I'll never know. But, if we're both beasts to her... I can only hope Razael will keep this quiet. Perhaps this Imperial, this new thread of fate tied to me, will become the most loyal hound I could ever have.

"Well then, beast. We should at least have names. I'm Zerah. What should I call you?"

She seems confused at first, then finally speaks up, as if the memory of her name had taken some time to dig back up. Perhaps with time she'll learn to be herself again, but by then, I hope she'll work for me. She sounds unsure of the name, but I don't mind. So long as she will answer to that name, it's fine by me.

"Me? I'm Khashada... Khashada the battle-born."

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Opal on 04/01/2021.
Unusual Sight on 07/12/2021.

Future Saint of the Profane (lore WiP mostly primal combat | Unholy Shockwave)

Khashada The Saint of the Never-Ending Battle

ID #: 66664057

Khashada means piety, godliness, faithfulness, loving kindness.

Perhaps once she had been loving and kind. Perhaps once she had fought for some variation of honor, or duty. Those who know the beast now know better than to consider her kindness and love in the same way one would their mother reading lullabies when the nights were long. No, her love came in the form of claws, fangs, and horns, each scar a reminder of where they must never fall short again.

It had started simply enough. A combative student, eager to learn, saved by the Pale One. A hound draped in silks, with sharp fangs and blood of pitch. That was where her fight had truly begun, in defiance of the peace the void had brought to her soul. She could not stop fighting, not now. Not ever. The Pale Beast had given her a second chance at life, and she'd ensure they both kept on their toes to dance around the veil of death for all of time.

Their matches had passed in the blink of an eye to her. One moment, they struck at each other on the battle-torn ground of the Plaguebringer, blinking at where their scraps had given way to hatchlings that hadn't survived for long. The next, she was staring through the bars of a window, squinting at an emaciated figure. Her Pale Beast, caged, surpassed by sheer numbers. Most seemed appalled by him, but in the end, she knew better. He'd return to her side, to fight once more. She could see he was still fighting, still defying the odds in ways she hadn't considered before.

One day he'd break free, perhaps with the help of his little magpies. Perhaps they'd follow her in the end, in their own way. Perhaps they'd only be there for him. But he'd return, this grandson of the First Beast, draped in deceitful finery once more. When they'd spar, the land would rumble with the echo of their growls. The land would sing of their never-ending fight until time itself came to an end. Where they'd fight, their blood would rise, bringing the very essence of their existence to the furthest reaches of the world they knew.

The world would sing, and she'd laugh until none were left to hear her.

Alignment: Chaotic Neutral

Domains: Combat, Instinct

Favored Class: Barbarians and Warriors; Favors all who fight for the sake of fighting. Frowns upon those who claim to fight for other causes, such as honor for a loved one or duty to another. Encourages others to follow their base instincts, to fight because they can.

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