Enforcer
(#66889286)
Everything goes as I say. [they/them]
Familiar
Shadow Sprite
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Energy: 46/50
This dragon’s natural inborn element is Shadow.
Female Mirror
This dragon is on a Coliseum team.
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Personal Style
Apparel
Skin
Scene
Measurements
Length
5.81 m
Wingspan
5.79 m
Weight
619.94 kg
Genetics
Caribbean
Python
Python
Magenta
Blend
Blend
Seafoam
Ghost
Ghost
Hatchday
Breed
Eye Type
Level 25 Mirror
Max Level
STR
126
AGI
8
DEF
5
QCK
58
INT
5
VIT
11
MND
5
Biography
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Enforcer is the progenitor/deity/primary benefactor of the clans of the Hewn Suburbs. They first arrived there after emigrating from the Tangled Wood because they wanted sparklier surroundings. They're a very mysterious figure overall, said to resemble a Mirror, but with light-scleraed eyes, a disturbingly long lower jaw and tongue, and most unnerving of all, walking on its hind legs. No one is certain if they used to be a normal dragon and transformed due to consuming draconic souls or if they have always been an anomalous entity barely maintaining draconic form. They haven't been seen in the Hewn Suburbs in months since disappearing into some sort of dimensional rift, but still occasionally communicate with the suburbs' residents through their temple. Their rift used to be on top of the Tempest Spire, but after an incident where a local Suburban dragon climbed the Spire and intercepted the rift, they've moved it to the center of a volcano in the Ashfall Waste under the assumption that if no dragon can survive there, no one will bother them. Above anything else, Enforcer lives for the aesthetic. And not in a cute way. They will do just about anything to make sure that things align to their highly exacting standards, and will mercilessly devour any dragons that no longer fit their favor. The residents of the Hewn Suburbs live in fear and resignation at the thought that one day, the Enforcer may well devour their souls for not being pretty enough. They sustain their deific powers via continual input of the souls of young dragons, which they've appointed an elite corps of breeding pairs to maintain. Some of the pairs appear to be selected for precise color ranges and parents outside those ranges get devoured when Enforcer locates a superior replacement. Presumably, they run breeding programs for some manner of goals, but none of the dragons they toy with understand what. The Enforcer's age is uncertain, but despite their large size and ruthless efficiency, they experience childlike excitement at one of their aesthetic goals being achieved or the prospect of devouring more souls and gaining more power. They display a similarly youthful devotion to Exactor, who they varyingly describe as their "twin", "equal and opposite counterpart", and "bestie", and the duo work together to manage the Enforcer's mysterious goals with iron, blood-tipped claws. Enforcer creates ideas and acquires souls for both of their consumption and Exactor makes plans to achieve their ambitions with ruthless efficiency. The two display a total devotion to each other that has led some to suspect that they are, in fact, aspects of the same being, explaining their total agreement and harmony with each other despite their seemingly opposing personalities. At this point, the Enforcer is simply considered part of the Hewn Suburbs' local culture and legend, and most dragons who did not live there when the clan first emigrated from the Tangled Wood have never seen them and consider them something of a local cryptid. Save occasionally vanishing dragons or requesting tribute at the temple, they let the residents of the Hewn Suburbs be in their own state of edgily organized chaos, leading all but the most anti-authoritarian residents to at least begrudgingly accept them. They're said to also watch the Hewn Suburbs through the unblinking eyes of snakes, but that's generally considered pure fantasy. |
Lore
TheEnforcer wrote:
TW: subjugation, death, spiritual manipulation/corruption
"Well. It seems you've ended up in the void again. We're very acquainted with you here, but it looks like for once, you're here for good."
"I don't care. Eat me if you're going to."
"Oh, no, we have something far more interesting for you. Just one question before we begin: what do you want?"
"Uh...to be independent, to be able to express myself however I like. To be in control and strong and not let my feelings get the better of me again. To get what I want, no matter what."
"My, you've given this a lot of thought. Anything else?"
"Well, I guess...this isn't the kind of thing people usually contract with void entities for, but to be safe. To feel like I have people who get me. To never feel truly alone."
"My, you're a multifaceted antihero, aren't you?"
"I try my best."
"I think we have something that might interest you."
The voice vanished and the void closed in around them, corroding the very borders of their soul and sucking the last bit of life and hope that remained within them out. This was it. They were going to die. They couldn't say they were surprised. They opened their mouth for some pithy last words or a final breath, and instead it filled with an inky liquid.
They raised their head above the surface of the pool, coughing out globules of...something black that was somewhere in between the consistency of fresh mud and mashed potatoes. Ugh. They gasped in air, which didn't taste the same it usually did. They trained their eyes on the unfamiliar landscape around them, nearly entirely shrouded by darkness but without impeding their vision in the slightest. Near pitch-black shadows covered the forest, all in cool tones of midnight blues, deep purples, and the slate grey of broken ruins and mysterious creatures rustled in the bramble. They had a stunningly clear view of everything, including what was behind them. As an experiment, they tried to blink and still maintained vision behind them. They focused again on blinking their back eyes, and the front remained.
"Huh. Four eyes. Cool."
All of those eyes immediately darted to a seemingly unassuming patch of bramble which was shaking far more than the ambient rustling, complete with menacing cracking noises from the sticks around it. Stark against the cobalt tones of the landscape, a massive brownish-orange dragon covered in spiked armor and skulls stood before them, glaring at them from a distance through their deep purple eyes. Upon noticing them staring, the creature spread their massive leathery wings and landed next to the pool they were still mired in, although it wasn't that deep. Their feet could reach the bottom, but they couldn't lift them. The orange dragon opened their mouth and a rumbling voice emerged.
"Hey, are you okay? You look like you're stuck."
"What? You're not going to kill me? Yeah, I don't know what this stuff is, but I can't move my legs."
"Hang tight. I've seen this a lot. Now, this might hurt a little bit, but it's better than whatever the local wildlife will do to you."
"Yeah, thanks-wait, WHAT?"
The orange dragon opened their mouth, displaying several rows of teeth that looked perfect for gripping onto flesh and ripping apart ligaments and tendons. Their maw descended towards the four-eyed creature, pointed at the center of their body, right where they kept their squishiest and most vital organs.
So, this is your game, void entity. You're going to give me false hope at reincarnation as a dope 4-eyed monster then you're just going to kill me. Well, at least being eaten by a dragon is a good way to go.
The dragon's mouth closed on their abdomen, remarkably gently. They barely felt their fangs; it felt more like the points of a hairbrush or the spikes on their favorite necklace than anything. The orange dragon gingerly lifted them, digging their feet into the ground to escape the resistance from the shadowy glop. The four-eyed creature was freed! Their legs were still covered in both goop and sticky residue, but they could move them now, and also see them. They were tipped in wicked claws and the knee pain they had grown accustomed to had long since vanished. The legs were muscular, tensed for action, and had aerodynamic fins for added speed. They felt like they could chase down a squirrel if they so desired. They were also a quite pleasing shade of cerulean.
"So, what were you doing hanging around the void pools?"
"Oh, there's more than one of them?" The four-eyed creature turned their head, noticing a row of bubbling vats of the stygian sludge of varying size, some of which had corpses floating in them with varying degrees of degradation. "Yeah, I don't just come here for fun or anything. One moment I think I was maybe dead or didn't exist and the next, I was here."
"Hmm. You've emerged from the void pools from a place beyond space and time. Neat. You got any family here? I see you're a Mirror. We don't have many packs in these parts...were your parents from the Wasteland?"
"I have no idea what you're talking about. I don't know anyone here."
"So, you have no family and you've emerged from the void pools as a breed that's not normally native to the region. You must be one of those 'progenitors' I've heard so much about."
"Uh...what? Are you hitting on me?"
"No! Well, not exactly. Sometimes they do take mates from local dragons, but there's a theory going around that the deities, or maybe something above them, can create dragons as fully formed adults out of their essence alone who proceed to start great clans. For whatever reason, dragons are just...drawn to them. I guess they'd have to be charismatic. Otherwise, a dragon with no clan would get ripped to shreds."
"Great. So what does that have to do with me?"
"Well, the other part of the legend is that the first dragon who sees a progenitor emerge is fated to be their trustworthy advisor and companion and show them what starting a clan is all about. So, I guess that's me. Call me BlackPearl. You got a name, stranger?"
The Mirror contemplated this for a bit. They had a name, before, but it no longer felt accurate for the spectacular creature they saw when they looked down at their body.
"Call me Enforcer." They smiled, running their tongue over their teeth. Hmm. They had more length than they were used to playing with. Not bad. The teeth were pretty sharp, too. Looked great for ripping apart flesh. Their eyes widened at all of the possibilities if they were, in fact, some sort of innately charismatic god-shard with total control over a clan. "Let's have some fun."
Years passed. Eventually, the Enforcer grew tired of the drab surroundings in the Tangled Wood and set out across the border to the Sunbeam Ruins, where they adopted their signature hood to keep the glare of the sun out of their eyes. They didn't resonate with the harsh rule of societal expectations in Light territory, so they headed for the one place that no one dared go. The one place that they could keep under total control and be free to express themselves however they wished: the Hewn Suburbs. While stationed in the Hewn Suburbs, the Enforcer began exploring the land and learning how to fight off the local wildlife with the aid of some friendly local dragons.
The Enforcer had returned from an expedition in the Mire with BlackPearl and an obsidian Skydancer when they noticed a simply delectable aroma wafting from said Skydancer. They couldn't place what, exactly, it smelled like, but it reminded them of everything they wanted. Sheer power. Excess in every regard. The comforts of home, of being held by a friend.
"Hey, Pearl?"
"Yeah? Enforcer?"
"What did I tell you about how to address me?" They reeled on the orange Guardian, all four eyes flashing with discontent. Possibly literally, or that might have just been the glare.
"My apologies. My liege? What was your query?"
"What...smells so good? I don't know what happened to Xena here, but she smells great."
"Uh...I don't smell anything from her. Maybe you're just smelling the fish we brought back! We're going to eat great tonight."
"Nah. I smell the fish, and it just smells like fish. No, what I'm feeling is the very essence of life itself, you know? I don't know why I never noticed it before, but you kinda smell good too."
"So you're telling me that dragons smell like you want to eat them."
"Not necessarily eating them. I just...want that energy to be mine. I want to absorb it. It's everything I want. I can feel powerful. And in control. You know that feeling, right? Where everything's gone to hell in your life and you'd do anything to get that control back? And you see someone who's just so cool, who feels like they have it all together, and you'd do anything to possess that kind of confidence? You feel that if you could just rip out their soul and incorporate it into yourself, everything would be fine?" Towards the end of their soliloquy, they grew somewhat harder to understand from their panting breaths and salivating at the very thought, as well as the fact that they'd been growing continually louder and more emphatic and getting closer to BlackPearl the whole time. He could nearly feel their tongue against his face.
"Are you trying to tell me that you have a crush on Xena through some sort of really creepy metaphor?"
"No. I'm trying to tell you...hold on. Let me try something. Hey! Xena! Can you come over here?"
The Skydancer approached as calmly as ever. Enforcer wasn't sure if it was her natural demeanor, her honestly miniscule eyes so they couldn't even tell if she was nervous, or her bright golden filigree, but Xena carried herself like royalty wherever she went. But that wasn't the energy Enforcer wanted.
"What is it, my liege? Do you require something of me?"
"Yeah. I think I do."
The glowing smoke emanating from somewhere deep in Xena's body's core and the sweet scent that came with it was nearly intoxicating now. Enforcer could barely breathe, but didn't want to move nonetheless. They focused in on the scent before locating it, somewhere roughly correspondent to the dragon's liver, but completely separate from their physical body. They bit down, but didn't contact anything solid, but instead all of the smoke and the scent coalesced in one place and metamorphosed into taste. It was perfect. The flavor was primarily sweet, but with just enough tang to set it off. They thought they felt subtler spicy undertones too, and the aroma gained floral subtext when they left it in their mouth long enough. Throughout the whole ordeal, it warmed them up and filled them with energy and hope like the best herbal tea they'd ever tasted. It was...amazing. The best thing they'd ever tasted. They felt their own power coalescing, too, and cyan and magenta light surrounded their borders of their vision. The patterns on their body merged with the patterns of the smoke, producing shifting patterns of light and darkness against the deep blue base. The lines that provided power to their body, either the skeleton or something...deeper manifested physically as well in glowing patterns of a sea green. Finally, the cyan and magenta light from their head showed itself on the tips of their wings too. They were...beautiful. Finally. They could present themself exactly as they wanted to.
Xena collapsed, her eyes remaining open but completely drained of color or reflections. Filled with a boundless energy and joy, Enforcer rushed toward BlackPearl to share the news of their experience. The orange dragon stood frozen, staring at them in abject horror.
"What's the problem? Do you not like the new look?" They turned their eyes quizzically towards Pearl, who was even more disturbed to notice that unlike most Mirrors he knew, they now had pupils.
"You just...you just...that was her soul."
"Oh, that's what it was! Explains why you couldn't smell it. But then...why could I?"
"I don't know, but I don't want anything to do with this. I'm not going to give up on you, but I know a shelter that helps purify Shadetouched dragons. They're better equipped to deal with this than I am. Don't be scared. It'll all be over soon."
"Why would I be scared? I like this. That tasted great, and I look absolutely beautiful now."
"That's not you talking, Enforcer. If you can still hear me in there, we're going to cast this abomination out of you so you won't have to feed on magic anymore."
"What abomination? It's still me. Wait...by 'purify' you mean 'kill', don't you? I get it. You hate to see me succeed, so you're going to get me killed because you think I'm possessed by some sort of void creature. Well, there's no need for that. Why don't you go back to the city? I've got more to explore here."
"Fine. Just...don't do anything drastic, okay?" BlackPearl turned his back and spread his wings to fly back across the land towards the Sunbeam Ruins.
After he left, Xena's shell got back up. Her voice rang out, but hollow, as though it was simply echoing through the empty chamber of her body.
"Enforcer?"
"Yep! That's me!" The Mirror, or whatever they were at this point, excitedly jumped up and down to emphasize their point. "Like the new look? I don't know what I did, but I look great!"
"My liege...my soul...my life." She murmured something in between those words, but Enforcer didn't catch it. After that amusing interlude, Xena's body went completely limp and she collapsed in a heap on the ground.
When BlackPearl made it back to the Hewn Suburbs, he knocked on the door of Purity, a Spiral known to study the Shade, to see if she had any tips on what to do if someone, like his beloved Enforcer, appeared to be Shadetouched without realizing their behavior was the result of external influence. Instead of seeing her inviting magenta eyes, upon entering her house, all that looked back at him were a series of white pinpoints in total darkness. Something slithered up to him, but he didn't think it was Purity. Whatever it was, the coils covered his entire body. And then they started digging in their spikes and teeth. The void swallowed his mouth before he could even scream.
Enforcer looked down at Xena's body splayed out on the ground and contemplated their next course of action. The good news was that Sornieth was a pretty dangerous place. If they played this right, they could just claim that she'd been attacked by the wildlife. They weren't sure she was even really dead. The fact that she'd gotten up after they consumed her soul was a bit disconcerting, definitely, but it did raise a number of interesting existential questions. Enforcer squealed a bit at realizing that they totally did just eat a dragon's soul. They were capable of insane power! They could do so much more. They felt stronger already. They needed more. They were going to achieve their ideal form and present themself and their aesthetic however they liked! They flew back towards the Hewn Suburbs, humming to themselves the whole way back. Behind them, some vultures had landed to investigate Xena's body.
"What's up, Hewn Suburbs? It's ya liege!" Beams of cyan and magenta light exploded behind them, gleaming off their sharp teeth as they beamed at the awaiting dragons.
"Anyway, you already know me. The name's Enforcer. I'm your local benefactor, deity, founder, progenitor, whatever you want to call me, really. Anyway, I've recently lucked into a fantastic opportunity to make this clan better for all of you!" They made a sweeping gesture intended to encompass the modest clan before them.
"So, you know how normally, you take your children to be hired as mercenaries to whoever's seeking dominance that week? Well, how's about instead of that, you send them to me? I'm working on a little project that could use their vibrant spirits. Plus by keeping things local, you all get more time to practice your jobs, hobbies, and passions and along with my battle team, we can keep getting treasure in the vaults to make everyone's dreams come true. So how about it?"
The clan accepted. Every few months, when the latest batch of hatchlings had reached maturity, they brought them to the Enforcer's sanctum. They weren't sure what happened to them, but the clan members didn't really concern themselves. If they sent them off to be auctioned as mercenaries, they were sure to face certain death as well, so what did it matter to them if Enforcer was truly using them to help with their project or simply eating them? At least without seeing the results, they could delude themselves. In exchange for the constant flow of souls, Enforcer brought in treasure and resources to the vaults along with enhancing the wards that kept the suburbs safe from prying outsiders. Eventually, once the main residents of the Hewn Suburbs got their own factions and facilities established, the Enforcer ceased directly meddling with them and instead appointed a selection of couples from outside the primary clans to continually produce fodder for them.
As the Enforcer consumed more souls and began to grow bored with the environment in the Hewn Suburbs, they, along with their breeding pairs, vanished into a place beyond sight or magical detection. A hole opened up in the sky and the dragons entered, unseen by all until the rift reappeared above the Tempest Spire. Despite the Enforcer's absence, the wards on the Hewn Suburbs remained and periodically, they would still intervene. Occasionally, dragons would suddenly experience changes in their markings, their eyes, or even their breed or very personality. Only the dragons who had been altered themselves recognized that anything had changed. All others behaved as though it had always been that way. And although the Enforcer's sanctum in the Hewn Suburbs hadn't been inhabited in months, the residents still made sure to keep it clean lest they eventually return. Periodically, the channels of light the Enforcer had used to communicate in the past flared up again and some unlucky dragon, usually a newcomer who had failed to become established in any of the suburbs' factions, was taken there and devoured by pulsating cyan and magenta light. The residents of the Hewn Suburbs accepted these terms. They didn't ask questions and provided the Enforcer with tribute, and in exchange, they kept them safe and beautiful, at least according to their standards. Everything went as they said. And that was fine.
Reviews
KoralPisces wrote:
I would boop them, they have very lovely colors =w=
findingpears wrote:
I love this derg. The colours are really cool, I like the how the apparel compliments them and ties everything together really nicely. Also, the soft feathered wings vs the sharp battlescale guards makes for a really cool combo :D
Islet wrote:
Hey there! ^^
Honestly, I really like the pink and blue here: they have this amazing vaporwave back to the future vibe <3
Headcanon: their wings and patterns glow and shift, cyberpunk hacker of justice. Totally has a pair of headphones slung over their shoulders.
(They're also very much lethal, don't worry. Small usually means fast. ^^)
Honestly, I really like the pink and blue here: they have this amazing vaporwave back to the future vibe <3
Headcanon: their wings and patterns glow and shift, cyberpunk hacker of justice. Totally has a pair of headphones slung over their shoulders.
(They're also very much lethal, don't worry. Small usually means fast. ^^)
hakuutaku wrote:
a really cool dragonsona, I love those colours!
GirlfriendEater wrote:
!!!! They are such a cool looking dragon!!!
SaritaWolff wrote:
The Enforcer! I really like the blue/pink theme here! The rose feathered wings somehow blend in perfectly with the whole get-up, and I love the halo combo. Very mage-y vibes.
absolmon wrote:
What a cool dragonsona! I love the colors. You have a lot of cool dragons, but this is one of the best.
CrustyGlowstick wrote:
I love the colors on this dragon, along with the apparel
Okida25 wrote:
*YOINKS THEM*
Jaecheondaeseong wrote:
judging by your username, avatar, and signature, i'm guessing your favorite might be enforcer? the colors look so good together WOW-
spits wrote:
UR DRAGON SONA IS SO NEAT!!
golgoroth wrote:
sorry for picking from literally the first tab, but i adore enforcer, i love the overall theme and the genes (seafoam ghost is literally perfect on them!!) and the apparel, theyre amazing!!
sinha27 wrote:
I've always preferred the female mirror post to the male one, and I love the choice of apparel.
Techmox wrote:
I don't usually like dragons with pink color but I definitely do this one! Their colors match very well and they took my heart!
Silverwolf123 wrote:
Never was a big fan of Mirrors...until now. They look great and their art collection is lovely! 
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