Paeshin
(#68917464)
These shadows. . .
Familiar
Brambleback Slink
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Energy: 48/50
This dragon’s natural inborn element is Shadow.
Male Imperial
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Personal Style
Apparel
Skin
Scene
Measurements
Length
28.04 m
Wingspan
15.26 m
Weight
7409.49 kg
Genetics
Oilslick
Piebald
Piebald
Raspberry
Blend
Blend
Taupe
Smoke
Smoke
Hatchday
Breed
Eye Type
Level 4 Imperial
EXP: 424 / 4027
STR
11
AGI
9
DEF
11
QCK
5
INT
9
VIT
11
MND
7
Biography
They don't understand. . . .
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These drakes that live in this clan. . .
Don't they realise the true weight of the events occurring across Sornieth? There's something very interesting beginning to form, already protruding its disformed figure into our world by means of seeping its power inside. This threat had been known since the dawn of the first four, hungering to tear into our existence faster than we can keep up. I've seen many ways this had been physical, and even I must state that it's starting to become dangerous. This situation is becoming more dire the longer it stands, and if we continue with our weak efforts, it will consume us without a doubt. We must take bigger means and actions into our claws; these little creatures or monstrosities that appear here and there are sneak peaks of what to truly come, and harboring them in infinite capsules of imprisonment will only delay its arrival. Things must change. Things are stagnant. Things will die if we don't do enough to fix it. |
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Paeshin isn't very fond of. . .really anyone in his clan. Too loud, too boisterous, way too energetic. . .Unfortunately, he can't leave. He was sent there, never given a reason why, but he wouldn't question her of it. One would think twice before doing something like that. Although, there is one exception. There's this Nocturne who seems just as independent as he is, and oddly enough, everyone tends to drift away from him, looking a bit uncomfortable. He tried to speak to him once, but the Nocturne had somehow disappeared in the blink of an eye. The Imperial had taken it as a challenge; He was the one who always sunk into the shadows. He wasn't about to let a small Nocturne up-stand him. His spirit represents his flight. |
I do not fear her voice.
I do not fear the shadows.
The ground is cold, hard, and dusty. Anything hit against its rough surface would echo far away, bounding off the ancient structures that surrounded the ruined forum. Earthen, brisky smells dampen the thin air, blanketed with floating shade and glowing particles as it hovers, filled with the quiescence normalized in the region.
A quiet ambience, followed by a soft crack at the center, then another, and another, until something breaks. An egg, its thick exterior made of bramble-hide and gently glowing from the speckled mushrooms growing on the outside. As it broke, the thick thorns split apart, the glow diminishing as it it died once the egg fully opened, revealing a small drake inside. The breed of an Imperial, colored black and white with faded fur tips, a thin stream of smoke billowing from where he sat.
He blinked his wear eyes open, yawning and grabbing out to nothing, expecting his mother to be right there. A new emotion, fear, had risen the longer he was without her, eagerly calling out to her with his young, soft voice. Nothing but the distant echos of his whimpering vocals answered back to him.
The open walls started to feel enclosing on him; everything was so big, so lumberous around him, like they were leaning in to capture and kill the hatchling. It was so dark, so quiet, so lonesome; he wanted comfort; he wanted his mother; he wanted to be safe. Tiny tears began to fall from his weak eyes, filled with fear, worry, and loneliness. His color looked dull the more they fell from his face.
Child.
He gasped, blinking the salty water from his eyes and looking around; no one was near.
Yet, he could still feel something coming closer, creeping towards him slowly.
Young Imperial. . .
He darted his head left and right, up and down, anywhere just to find the source. He could hear it, but didn't know where it came from. The voice was feminine, deep and empty. Alluring in a way.
He had hiccupped before barely requesting who they were.
Young Paeshin. . .can you hear me?
"Wh. . .wha. . .?"
His eyes quickly flashed, a lighter shade of purple skimming across them for just a moment.
My, they had truly chosen correctly. . .
Fret not for who I am, young Paeshin. . .
The name "Paeshin" stuck to him as if it were his own.
Something goopy and inky-looking fell to his side. Out of curiosity, he dabbed his palm in gently; cold, thick.
. . .familiar.
Listen to my words. . .
You are meant for me. . . .
You are to be mine. . .
You are to listen and understand. . . .
The confused hatchling's claw he touched the goop with buzzed moments later, traveling through his arm, spanning across the rest of his body and ending in his head. His eyes flashed again, then darkened in color as they widened. More of the ichor started to fall from the sky like rain, surrounding him in little splashes of puddles, forming into a magnificent crescent shape where he sat centered.
Mumbling footsteps began to sound, heading towards him.
You will become strong. . .
His cheek flashed bright purple.
You will become a shadow. . . .
A symbol depicting the crest of the Shadow flight illuminated onto this face.
You will understand everything. . . .
He blinked, breathing a little fast as the footsteps ceased.
He sensed a large presence right next to him.
Paeshin, despite his age, felt no fear near such a large foreigner.
You. . .will help me. . . .
You. . . .are mine. . . . . .
I do not fear the shadows.
The ground is cold, hard, and dusty. Anything hit against its rough surface would echo far away, bounding off the ancient structures that surrounded the ruined forum. Earthen, brisky smells dampen the thin air, blanketed with floating shade and glowing particles as it hovers, filled with the quiescence normalized in the region.
A quiet ambience, followed by a soft crack at the center, then another, and another, until something breaks. An egg, its thick exterior made of bramble-hide and gently glowing from the speckled mushrooms growing on the outside. As it broke, the thick thorns split apart, the glow diminishing as it it died once the egg fully opened, revealing a small drake inside. The breed of an Imperial, colored black and white with faded fur tips, a thin stream of smoke billowing from where he sat.
He blinked his wear eyes open, yawning and grabbing out to nothing, expecting his mother to be right there. A new emotion, fear, had risen the longer he was without her, eagerly calling out to her with his young, soft voice. Nothing but the distant echos of his whimpering vocals answered back to him.
The open walls started to feel enclosing on him; everything was so big, so lumberous around him, like they were leaning in to capture and kill the hatchling. It was so dark, so quiet, so lonesome; he wanted comfort; he wanted his mother; he wanted to be safe. Tiny tears began to fall from his weak eyes, filled with fear, worry, and loneliness. His color looked dull the more they fell from his face.
Child.
He gasped, blinking the salty water from his eyes and looking around; no one was near.
Yet, he could still feel something coming closer, creeping towards him slowly.
Young Imperial. . .
He darted his head left and right, up and down, anywhere just to find the source. He could hear it, but didn't know where it came from. The voice was feminine, deep and empty. Alluring in a way.
He had hiccupped before barely requesting who they were.
Young Paeshin. . .can you hear me?
"Wh. . .wha. . .?"
His eyes quickly flashed, a lighter shade of purple skimming across them for just a moment.
My, they had truly chosen correctly. . .
Fret not for who I am, young Paeshin. . .
The name "Paeshin" stuck to him as if it were his own.
Something goopy and inky-looking fell to his side. Out of curiosity, he dabbed his palm in gently; cold, thick.
. . .familiar.
Listen to my words. . .
You are meant for me. . . .
You are to be mine. . .
You are to listen and understand. . . .
The confused hatchling's claw he touched the goop with buzzed moments later, traveling through his arm, spanning across the rest of his body and ending in his head. His eyes flashed again, then darkened in color as they widened. More of the ichor started to fall from the sky like rain, surrounding him in little splashes of puddles, forming into a magnificent crescent shape where he sat centered.
Mumbling footsteps began to sound, heading towards him.
You will become strong. . .
His cheek flashed bright purple.
You will become a shadow. . . .
A symbol depicting the crest of the Shadow flight illuminated onto this face.
You will understand everything. . . .
He blinked, breathing a little fast as the footsteps ceased.
He sensed a large presence right next to him.
Paeshin, despite his age, felt no fear near such a large foreigner.
You. . .will help me. . . .
You. . . .are mine. . . . . .
Art by @ApolloHalfMoon(Before Paeshin, he was Shotetski)
Art by @8by0
Art by @Timedsun
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