Muscovite
(#67630547)
Level 1 Imperial
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Energy: 50/50
This dragon’s natural inborn element is Light.
Male Imperial
This dragon is hibernating.
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Personal Style
Apparel
Skin
Scene
Measurements
Length
20.26 m
Wingspan
24.07 m
Weight
6928.05 kg
Genetics
Ivory
Jaguar
Jaguar
Thistle
Bee
Bee
Shale
Opal
Opal
Hatchday
Breed
Eye Type
Level 1 Imperial
EXP: 0 / 245
STR
6
AGI
6
DEF
6
QCK
5
INT
8
VIT
8
MND
6
Biography
|
 M U S C O V I T E 
BARGHEST LORE AND LINEAGE PROJECT
GENERATION IV SCARAB | ANKH'S LINE 
After there's no one left to fall,
will you put your sword down after all? T ransported to Indrali lands through questionable means as a hatchling, Muscovite was taken in by a forest god and his mate, raised in their quiet wooden temple amongst holy followers. Though his foster parents, who have birthed demi-gods between them, love him for who he is, magic-soaked Clan Indrali is not the sort of place a Barghest can remain anonymous. |
i. the beginning
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The tomb was vacant when Mobius entered. Certainly, there were signs that something had once stalked the forgotten subterranean halls and the spiral eyed great paw prints traced into the dust-laden floor and walls littered with dark claw-like gouges. Still, the tomb itself was silent. The archeologist wandered down into the depths of the forgotten place. She knew well of the beasts that she expected to find here, but their presence was dull and faded from the upper reaches of the tomb. Down the dark halls she wandered, passing a myriad of runes carved into the stone walls and hidden panels inlaid into the floors. Finally, she came to the burial chamber, a great stone door looming open in the darkness. The silence here was broken by the faintest noise of hissing air, the breath of some great beast slumbering. There were no treasures higher up in the tomb, but the first thing to catch Mobius’ eye in the burial chamber were mountains of sparkling gems and treasures lining the walls. Resting in a circle around the tomb of a great king, the stone forms of two great dogs laid draped across the casket. A faint hissing sound emanated from them, but neither moved. Between them, two eggs rested, gleaming dully in the darkness. It had been many years since Mobius had encountered such beasts and she wondered what happened to the two that once guarded this tomb, their nest long abandoned. The archeologist carefully removed the twin eggs from their resting place, carrying them up towards the surface and out into the light. She never expected them to hatch and it was not under the pale light of the full moon, but the hot desert sun that they broke from their shells. They appeared to take on the forms of Imperials and Mobius wondered what manner of beast they might become when the moon rose.
ii. the arrival
A mismatched pair of females occupies space in the corner of The Fallen Streak. One, a very small spiral wearing a pointed hat. Despite her vigorous, constant movements the hat seems to remain perfectly in place. Taking up much more space beside her is a nervous imperial, who moves just as often as her partner, if only to fidget. They share one imperial-sized ale between them, which the spiral just keeps dunking her entire head—hat included—into. "You won't believe what we've found," The spiral brags, repeating it loudly several times until she finally has the attention of the tavern's owner. With a long look down her pointed snout, Sabine finally meanders closer to hear what her customer has to say. "Where did you wander off to this time?" Sabine asks with a drawl. The spiral's mouth opens, closes, and then opens again. Hesitating when she realizes the attention she's garnered might earn her a stern lecture after all. "A desert of sorts," Daire finally replies. Sabine turns to the imperial, staring. "That part is true," Wild supplies weakly. Sabine grunts. "Go on." "WE FOUND A BEAST," Daire yells. Hesitation gone and preamble forgotten. "A beast?" There's a pause. Sabine considers the pair. Daire is barely containing herself, ready to tell her grand story of adventure and mystery as usual, as soon as the ever-important 'how' is asked. Wild won't lift her eyes from the ale cup. Only one of them is going to give her the answers Sabine needs. "Wild," she says slowly. "...Yes?" "Did you find a beast?" "Indeed we did..." "Did you capture this beast?" The imperial's fidgeting intensifies. "I wouldn't say 'capture' is the right word-" "Is this beast in Indrali lands?" Sabine interrupts quickly. "Y-yes..." Then the final, most-important question. "Is this beast currently stashed under my tavern table?" Wild tightly shuts her mouth. She looks to her partner, whose already-large eyes are nearly about to pop out of her skull. Daire gives a short, quick shake of her head. Wild fidgets. Her long tail makes a large thud against the wooden floor as she thumps it. Sabine waits with a killer stare. A breath puffs out of Wild. "Yes it is, Sabine." Where once she might have snarled or roared, all that comes out of Sabine this time is a heavy grunt. Daire and Wild are her two most frequent customers, and at this point hardly anything they do can surprise her anymore. A lot more noise comes from Daire, who lets out a loud screech and dashes to the edge of the large table, ducking under to protect her prize. "Please get this so-called beast out from under the table and place it up here where I can see," Sabine says with a sigh. The table is Wild-sized. Whatever creature they've stashed under it should fit on top just as well. Then the ridgeback is surprised after all. After another moment of hesitation, Wild reaches both hands underneath them and pulls up a bundled blanket much larger than Daire, who is latched on to a corner and dragged up with. Wild peels back a layer of the blanket, revealing a young, sleeping face. Sabine blinks. "This is your 'beast'?" Wild, too busy hanging her head in shame, no longer has any answers to give. It's Daire who speaks up this time. "It IS a beast," she insists. "It looks like a hatchling," Sabine says slowly. "A little imperial." "No, no. I assure you. This is a beast. The dragon who sold it to me was extremely confident on this," Daire explains, waving a claw up dismissively. "Do you know this extremely confident seller?" "Well, no." "Have you ever met them before?" "Well, no." "Daire!" Sabine scolds. "You can't just go around buying little hatchlings-" "-good thing I bought a mysterious beast then-" "It's a baby. A little imperial baby who is going to need food, water, and rearing," Sabine continues, speaking over the spiral. "It doesn't look so little from down here," Daire argues. "Good point. Just a hatchling and it's already got fangs the size of your body. You're going to raise it?" "I," Daire declares. "Am going to train this ferocious beast in battle. I shall use it as my noble steed." "Okay. Enough. Give me the hatchling," Sabine motions to Wild, who hands the bundle over despite the screeching noises coming from Daire. "Finders keepers!" "Where is the seller now?" Sabine asks Wild, ignoring the screeches. Wild gives her a sheepish look. "They disappeared as soon as we handed them treasure." Sabine sighs again. "I'll spread word, but finding the parents is highly unlikely. In the meantime I'll look for someone to take care of the baby." With a grunt she moves away from the table, taking the bundle with her. "That's my beast! Where are you going?!" Daire shrieks. "To clean up your mess!" Sabine roars back as she exits the tavern.
iii. young Barghest & the Squire
He was a beast after all. In the moonlight, when he thought no one watched him. His foster parents knew of his changes from raising him, and showed no fear. Altwidus was himself a god and Aruna was simply a dauntless mother. They accepted him no matter what. Still, as he grew older he hid his transformations. He couldn't help but feel he became something terrible. Hungers consumed him, and when he was free of them he hated to know he lost all control. Yet in that form it was so easy to convince himself that he couldn't help it...that only hunting would make the feral, gnawing cravings end. It was one such night, as he stalked the Indralian woods, the he happened upon something other than prey. They were both surprised, both not having sensed or smelled the other's presence before a grouping of thorns cleared and revealed them. Simultaneously they drew back. A dark-spotted imperial whose wings shimmered in the moonlight, dressed in the picture of functional elegance, stared back at Musco. It was he who was first to act, drawing himself up to ready for an attack. When Musco didn't do the same, he hesitated. Something broke through the beast's mind, a moment of clarity as he stared at the handsome male in front of him. He had never spoken more than snarls in this form, his fangs longer than usual and hard to enunciate with. Now his speech was an almost involuntary pondering aloud. "Who...?" "Luceiv," the male supplied automatically. It was only after he spoke he seemed to catch himself, not having meant to give his name so easily. "You'd better go, whatever you are. My sister is right behind me, and she won't hesitate like I did." The fragile moment was shattered. Musco felt the hunger rush back through his veins, making his fangs ache, though still he did not desire to attack the imperial. He did not know how long that feeling would last. In a split second he whirled around and was gone, disappearing once more into the thick bramble that surrounded Indrali lands. The simple thoughts occupied him again. To hunt, to feed. But he made sure to remember the name: Luceiv.
iv. ponderings
He couldn't ask his mother. For one because she was a hands-off sort until it came to matters of the heart, and then suddenly she was the most determined matchmaker in Sornieth who believed everyone could find the sort of bond she shared with Altwidus. Secondly, and more importantly, because she was a nomad. Aruna knew many dragons and creatures in many clans and territories, but she wasn't so familiar with all of the residents of their homeland. So asking her about the male he'd encountered would only give him a matchmaker mother with no answers. He needed someone who knew many of their neighbors but would not gossip about him asking. So he'd volunteered to work at his mother's cafe, something he seldom ever did, and acquired his first target. The wildclaw currently standing next to him in the cafe. Ankha. One of Aruna's part time workers. Musco had seen him often enough on temple grounds and figured he was just the dragon to ask. Someone who saw alot of local residents via the cafe and who lived in the middle of Town. And he was the quiet, shy type. Now the only thing left was to actually ask. Unfortunately, Musco was also the quiet type. He didn't know how exactly to approach his question, though he tried several times, glancing over at his temporary coworker and opening his mouth to speak- then quickly abandoning his courage and facing forward again. Ankha did not seem to be taking it well. He grew increasingly nervous each time Musco glanced over at him, until he finally turned with a pleading look. "Please just ask whatever you clearly want to ask. You are making me nervous," Ankha begged. Musco stared at him, unaware he had been so obvious. His mind raced to quickly grapple the words he required, stuttering a few times before he got it out. "Do you know of a male named Luceiv?" It was Ankha's turned to stare as he received a question he couldn't have anticipated. He blew out a breath through his fangs. His weight shifted, long claws clicking against the floorboards. Wildclaws were not quiet walkers when it came to hard surfaces. "Hyat's brother?" Musco did not know that name either. He gave Ankha a blank look. Ankha tried again. "Imperial?" A nod from Musco. "Silver wings?" Nod. "Dressed in fancy armor?" Another nod. The wildclaw grew bold enough to give Musco a long look as he asked the more important question. "...Have you met Hyat?" To this Musco shook his head no. Ankha sighed. "I don't know what you want with Luceiv, but be careful of Hyat." The conversation had been going downhill for the imperial. He had gotten the information he wanted. Ankha knew of the male, which meant he was a resident Musco could find again. He was ready to go do just that and cease the rest of the chatter. The warning, however, steered his interest the other direction. "What about Hyat?" It seemed the wildclaw hadn't been thinking as he'd spoken, because now he startled and hesitated. Back to his normal nervous self. "...She isn't mean or anything. It's just that if she thinks you've done something wrong she will settle it with you herself, and she's very strong. If you mess with her little brother, she might grow aggravated." Apart from Musco, most people knew Hyat well as one of the best fighters in Indrali territory. The imperial mulled over this news. That night Luceiv had seen him he'd warned Musco about Hyat as well, though he'd left out her name. It was the whole reason Musco had such an interest. It had been a night for the beast, and Luceiv had not seen a monster to be slain, but simply another being. An innocent being, he'd assumed. And he had immediately protected Musco from the threat that was his own sister. "I am not looking for a fight," he finally rumbled to Ankha, who looked frustratingly surprised. "You're not? Ahh, I mean of course not. I was just warning you ahead of time. Hyat can be...intense." Musco gave the wildclaw a rueful gaze, having no idea what that could mean. He had no plans to face Hyat anyway, since it was the brother he was interested in. The intense stare was enough to send Ankha into another nervous fit, making him duck his head in apology over nothing in particular. Musco gave it another moment before he skulked towards the back of the cafe. The wildclaw was not bold enough to try to stop him. He would wait until dusk, and then he would venture into Town to find out where this Luceiv bedded down at night. |
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