Horcrux
(#68946191)
G6 Ignomi Dismas Line | G3 Barghest Caviar/Roe Line
Fenris
Black Wolf
Click or tap to view this dragon in Predict Morphology.
Energy: 44/50
This dragon’s natural inborn element is Light.
Female Imperial
Expand the dragon details section.
Collapse the dragon details section.
Personal Style
Apparel
Skin
Scene
Measurements
Length
23.78 m
Wingspan
22.28 m
Weight
6990.57 kg
Genetics
Shale
Iridescent
Iridescent
Coal
Bee
Bee
Blood
Stained
Stained
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
|
 H O R C R U X 
BARGHEST LORE AND LINEAGE PROJECT
GENERATION III CAVIAR | ROE LINE NAOMI G6 | IGNIS G6 
"Many enter my halls, and leave cursed by their own greed, brought to light by my claws and fangs."
R umor has it that lost wanderers may stumble upon a decrepit church in the woods, a lost tribute to the Eleven adorned by faded silks and gilded feathers among the dust and cobwebs. It is said that those who enter are judged if they meet those gilded eyes hidden away in the pews, one that follows them wherever they tread henceforth. This judgement hangs over them for the rest of their lives, for better or for worse. This is the tale of the Barghest, Horcrux. |
|
The children were created from smoke and dark magic. It couldn’t be said that they had a mother. . . for their catalyst was only tufts of silver-white fur collected from a beast. Elsevier had, in fact, collected a great number of such items - bones and horns of rare beasts that he used to conduct his experiments. Elsevier watched the full moon rise high above the Hewn City illuminating the dust-flecked ruins of an old church. The silver runes beneath his feet flashed with an ominous light. He had created a circle upon the cracked stone floor. Unholy sigils painted in a scrawling font that encircled a pile of fur and bone. Finally a direct beam of light struck the ruins. It was time. Smoke spiraled from the pile of dark remains and Elsevier watched as his children came to life. . . dark creatures materializing beneath the moonlight. They were not birthed from a mother, yet they still inherited the curse tied to the tufts of fur from which they were crafted. Four of them materialized beneath the moonlight, quickly scurrying out from the old church in search of something in the lands beyond. Horcrux was the last of the four beasts forged by Elsevier in the abandoned church, and the last to leave it's crumbling walls. Her exposure to the broken shards of stained glass, the crumpled remains of golden statuettes, and the abandoned nests of roosting loft birds had mixed into her scrap of fur, giving her feathers of pitch and gold as she emerged from the shadows. She may have left in as great a hurry as she could, but she did not leave so swiftly as to forget the force who brought her to life under the Pink Moon. She did not forget that she was but a piece of the one who had brought her life, and given her the curse of her mother. "I'd be careful if I were you, dears." The Guardian at the gate watched as the three students approached his post. He knew this routine by heart. The scholars within the Observatory never condoned it, but the older students had begun to spread their rumors about the place, just as they always did around this time of year. It was practically a ritual at this point. He could time it on the stars, with one of the brightest of Columba always settling over the very topmost point of his gate as the first night. It was no shock to him that some students were exploring the garden he'd watched over for centuries, though he still wasn't quite sure whether it was his Charge. He assumed it was. This year, however, was different. Normally he'd have his mate, a rather intimidating Imperial, hide within the garden walls, waiting to frighten the students back outside as "The Beast of The Garden of Stars" that supposedly stalked the grounds. Some of the other scholars were in on it, even, with Kaurik, the eldest of them all, waiting within to act as a final warning. But not this time. This time, while everyone prepared for the influx of new students, and of course the inevitable cliques that would pass through into the garden beyond, something had changed. Kaurik had always reported on the smaller oddities found within the walls, beings he kept in line. Most were easy enough, after all. They'd faced powerful drake-like threats before. But this year, he'd sent word out of a new inhabitant within their garden, one he'd only managed to catch a glimpse of before they vanished. All he could say was that this wolf-like creature, seemingly, was almost as big as he was, and had the prints of a beast he'd never seen before. This creature was unpredictable at this point, and had moved in so soon to the new students' arrival, that it was deemed too dangerous to let them venture far. They were to be chased out swiftly, and escorted at that. So this year, his beloved Raphael was waiting with illusory magic at his disposal, ready to use whatever it took to send the new students packing. The Guardian stood still, more somber than he had been in previous years as he watched the students brush him off, whispering to each other about what they'd heard. He had hope, as he did every year, to dissuade the students from entering the garden. Every year he tried to spare them, even if it was just a little scare. This garden had served as a test of courage for centuries now, and he'd acted as the first obstacle each time. This time, however, he held genuine concern for the students' safety. He was no fighter. He may have a brilliant sword by his side, but he'd never use it, especially not against students. So when they brushed him off, bringing their excuses to light as to why they'd be alright, he simply gave his warning. Be careful. His words were all he had, and all he could use. He could only hope his mate would be able to drive them back out. The dark Imperial shifted in place, eyeing the crystal shards he'd set up about him. All matched his wings, like little golden stars woven into the treeline. The runes had been carved finely, each stroke carefully etched by his claws. He'd done this before, but never at this scale. A little, yes, maybe one or two creatures to chase the young wyrms away, but never so many. He was pretty sure he'd depleted their amber stash, actually. He heard a rustle nearby and readied himself, only to relax when the trees shifted to reveal the slightly larger Imperial who watched the "Garden" from within. He settled, his head tilted at Kaurik as he waited. Did he have news? Perhaps word of this strange wolf thing now stalking this place? Anything would do at this point. "Anything 'bout the massive furball?" He swore he caught a glimmer of humor in those eyes as the large Imperial let out a chuff, only for that faint smile to fade as he dipped his head. Of course he'd learn more. He always did! The smaller Imperial waited, claws tapping as the older drake gathered his thoughts. He was about to snap at him when the green Imperial spoke up. "Tracks are one thing. I understand that, my friend. But this time they led to the old Church of the Eleven." The dark Imperial paused at that, the stars swirling along his form in agitation slowing to a stop. The old church? That old ruin? Was this thing using it as a den? It was rude, in his opinion, but it was better than taking a place someone else already called home. The last time that'd happened, it hadn't gone well. They still didn't know where that Sphinx ran off to. "And? What about that Library of yours? Say you always find books for the new folks there. Anything on this thing? At all?" Kaurik dwelled within this "Garden" of sorts, which at this point was more like a forest that could make the Gladekeeper jealous. He had settled in the old Starwood Library, keeping track of the magical books there that wrote themselves. He had his favorites, many being the stories of the drakes he knew. Apparently it was fascinating to watch the words flow onto the page of a drake who's story was still being told, or something like that. But whenever someone new arrived, so too did a book for him to read. Even that Sphinx had one, with what little good it did them in locating the fellow. So if this threat held even a little sentience, it should have a book by now, right? "There's a book, yes. Whether it belongs to our new acquaintance or not is yet to be seen, seeing as the pages were blank last I checked. Whoever this Horcrux is, they seem to have not done anything too substantial, aside from being made of magic under the pale pink moon." The Imperial sighed, nudging one of his amber pieces with a claw as he looked back to the path. Of course. A new book with only a prologue. What else would they get here? He guessed that meant they had to try and hunt this wolf thing down soon. He looked back to Kaurik, ears pricked. "Is everything ready then? To chase the students back to the gate, I mean? I know I'm sending them back with these serpent illusions, and if the worst comes, the false Emperor heads, but did you block the side paths so they don't go anywhere else?" Kaurik simply nodded his head, causing his cohort to sigh in relief. Good. They'd be fine. They could chase the students back, and everything would be just fine. He heard the rustling of leaves and froze, looking about. Was that the new group? Had his mate failed at the gate, as usual? Kaurik simply moved back into the shadows, remaining hidden as he closed his eyes. Right. Showtime. With a deep breath, Raphael drew on the magic he needed for his illusion as the three wyrms stepped onto his path. It was time to put on a show. "But Aldyth said the beast had three heads, not two!" The Bogsneak huffed a bit at that statement, looking up at the Guardian and Imperial as they bickered over her head. Yakira just shook her head at Orli, her fins flaring a little at the Imperial before her. This squabble had been going on since they found that little amber stone before the bend in the path, and the weird Emperor illusion that had followed. It had definitely been lifelike, but it didn't even try to hurt them. Just scare them off, right? So it couldn't be a real Emperor. The Bogsneak had to hold back yet another sigh as Orli spoke up at the Guardian, her head raised as her eyes rolled. "Yeah, and you believed him? Sav told us the opposite! Besides, everyone knows the beast is just the botanist using illusory magic." She held up the amber piece, serving as proof for her claims. As Yakira opened her mouth, indignant, the Imperial cut her off. "Besides, I'm an Imperial. We all end up studying Emperors so we know how to avoid becoming one. That was obviously Raphael." The Guardian snapped her mouth shut, glaring at her friend with narrowed eyes, causing her Bogsneak companion to simply shake her head at the two. Yakira was a naive drake, really. She believed what she heard until proven otherwise, seemingly no matter who said it. Sheltered, young... and the opposite of Orli. The larger Imperial was another story entirely. Serious, studious, and usually the one to lead the others about. She always was the one to lead them into some sort of trouble, usually just to prove a point. This time, she was stubbornly lighting the way deeper into the Garden, her scales glimmering in the fading light. It was the Bogsneak's job to keep the two on track at this point. Not all points needed to be proven, and not all drakes were to be trusted. Sometimes the best thing to do is let sleeping dogs lie, and this felt like one of those times. "If that is Raphael, or was, then maybe there's a reason he tried to scare us off. Everyone talks about fleeing from the beast, but no one's just walked passed it like we did." The two larger drakes looked down at their lumbering companion as she continued. "Sure, maybe this is just some private place to the older teachers. I mean, we just walked by a statue of Professor Razael, and that looked older than dirt. But maybe there's actually something in here they want to protect us from. Maybe there's a guard to keep us safe. Maybe... there aren't any stories about ignoring the beast for a reason." The two continued to stare at that, walking on in silence. Finally, Orli spoke up. "Well, no need to be afraid, right? Kurin, I'm an Imperial, and Yakira's a Guardian. If anyone can protect us, it's us. Nothing would mess with an Imperial and a Guardian, right?" Yakira nodded her head to that. She seemed to be reassuring herself. In fact, both she and Orli seemed to be doing that. The Bogsneak simply sighed, shaking her head. She was about to suggest they turn away when Orli paused. "Hey, no one told us there was a ruin in this place!" Yakira exclaimed, her worries forgotten as she bounded ahead through the undergrowth. Orli was right behind her, using her tail to scoop up their companion Kurin. The Bogsneak just couldn't help but complain about how they needed to be careful as they approached the entrance to the city, eyes wide. The place was massive, trees arching overhead, trunks thicker than Orli herself. With the season, they were lucky to have so many new growths swaying above them as the grasp of winter slowly turned to spring. No blossoms were falling just yet, but it was clear that spring would bring a dusting of petals on the cracked paths of tile and stone. Many buildings were standing still, though they were clearly taken once more by nature. Many windows laid shattered in the walkways, leaving only their metallic frames behind. Kurin spotted a library nearby, or what remained of one, and was about to ask the others to go there because of what scrolls could be found within when she heard a gasp from Yakira. She and Orli looked over, curious, only to fall silent as the moonlight shone down on the shell of an old cathedral. The full moon did the ruin many favors, catching onto the stained glass windows depicting the deities of Sornieth in all their majesty. The piece above the door was clearly the pillar, still whole, with a strange figure standing before it, arms raised as if they were saying something. Perhaps it was the Speaker? The stone masonry was weathered and cracked, but even the doors, which were carved to appear as a stone on the pillar itself, still stood. Of all the buildings, this seemed to be one of the few still in one piece, perhaps with a hole in the roof, but that was all. As the three approached the door, none of them spoke. This was a building of awe, something to marvel over, not to flee from. Each had their own reasons for walking in; be it simple curiosity or a desire to learn, it didn't matter. Not to the golden eyes that watched them as the stone doors slowly shut behind the students, like the door to a tomb. Tonight they would be judged, just as every drake before them. "We should've just told them!" The large Imperial galloped ahead as he listened to the two guards for the night talk behind him, trying to find where the three students were in the long abandoned city in the center of the Garden. He'd been staring at that book as he watched golden ink flit across the page, telling of the creature settled in the pews of an old abandoned church, watching the night progress. It was only when he'd seen the text of the doors scraping open that he'd called the other two. This was an emergency, and with the gate guardian and the botanist as the only watchers that night, it's the only help he had against this creature. "Dear, I know you're feeling guilty about this all, but we need to hurry! We don't know what this creature even is aside from nocturnal! We don't know what it can do to new students, especially ones who saw through your little trick!" They may have been clever, but the trio didn't know their actual strength. Could they fight this beast off? The larger Imperial doubted it, despite the Guardian's attempts to calm his partner. The smaller Imperial, racing along at more of a glide than a gallop, was hissing like the Amphitheres in the trees, sleeping through the cold night and waiting for the sunlight to bask in. It seemed as though those words weren't helping as the tree-like Imperial leapt across the last stretch of the path, ears perked as he listened for signs of distress past the squabbling behind him. They were still a ways away from the students and the church, but he dared not stop to read where the story had gotten to now. "Exactly! They can see what's real and what isn't, but none of 'em were signed up to Khamael's classes, or Zerah with his magic and whatnot! They're first years! The last thing they need is to test their mettle against some random thing lurking in the pews of a blasted church!" Well, the older Imperial wouldn't blame the other for the comment. Despite it's structure remaining intact, the inside was trashed, the pews askew and scorch marks streaked across the floor from a magic lost to time. The books remained, the silks still draped on the walls, but even the dust could not truly hide whatever had happened inside. In a way, it really did look like some sort of blast had occurred within the walls. But that meant nothing in comparison to the threat it now housed, waiting for the students. "Raphael, language!" The larger Imp looked back to see the other Imperial, Raphael, looking rather abashed as the Guardian gave him a glare, apparently shaming the other for his whole blasted comment. While it managed to elicit a chuckle from the larger Imperial, the worry for the students kept him running, motioning for the other two to keep up. Raphael just hissed softly as he darted ahead, wings tucked in. A botanist he may be, but he knows how to fight when he needs to. The other scrambled to catch up, his fins flared as he tried to get his sword drawn. A guardian, not just by breed alone but pure definition, never did change. "Just keep up, Azi! Or hurry up, really! We need to get those kids out of there!" Azi, the Guardian, almost looked offended by that. The older Imperial watched as the couple continued to bicker, passing the two as he finally heard something. The church, and... the students within, alongside a growling noise. He used his tail to silence the two, causing them to look at him in confusion, then horror. "We may be too late." The two look grim as they let the eldest race ahead, quiet at his words. They likely didn't know if they truly were or not, but they'd do what they could to help, no matter what it may be. Soon they rounded the bend, spotting the stone doors of the church. It's the largest who raced forward, slamming into the door to push it open as the other two charged through the opening. What they saw isn't at all what they expected, however. There, hiding near the door, were the Guardian and the Bogsneak, Yakira and Kurin. They may have been scratched, and absolutely terrified, but they didn't come close to what was before them at the podium. There, standing tall, wings spread, was Orli, the largest of the trio, mouth twisted in a grimace as she pinned down a large feathered beast under the light of the moon. Scratches adorned her flanks, but the worst seemed to be a bite on her shoulder, causing the Imperial to use her entire weight to hold the creature down. Azi was quick to usher the other two drakes out, while Raphael began to approach the snarling creature under the fragmented light of the full moon. Then he heard Orli speak, her ears flicking as she picked up their presence in the main hall. While the three could hear her loud and clear, it still took them a moment to let the words register, even more when the eldest recognized what exactly she said. "Stay back. Barghest." Raphael may have looked confused, looking back at the eldest with a silent question, but the look on his face gave the botanist no room to question. This had just gone from a near escape for the students to a grim change of plans. Aziraphale looked back in, using a wing to keep the other two students out as he watched the eldest bar Raphael from drawing closer to the two at the podium. "What's she mean by that, Kaurik? Why're you stopping me? She needs help!" The Guardian looked confused as Raphael began to snap at the elder, Kaurik, who looked as though he'd just seen a drake declare themselves aligned to the Shade. After a few moments, before he can answer, the feathered creature began to chuckle, her golden eyes glimmering in the moonlight. "She means it's too late, snake. She's been bitten, and will become just as I am; a Barghest." As the creature seemed to sink into the pool of moonlight, the three could clearly see the look on Orli's face, her claws scraping the stone floor as she slowly drew in her wings. It wasn't fear, like Kaurik would expect, nor was it anger. Instead, he saw a quiet acceptance in those eyes, an understanding that told the Imperial all he needed to know. She was more mature than most in her situation, it seemed. With a furrowed brow, he walked over to the student, draping a wing over her to hold her close before he nodded to the other two. It was time to go for now, but he'd have to explain one simple thing to the whole lot before they reached the gate. No matter how wrong it seemed, Orli would never leave these walls again, for the safety of all Imperials within the ranks of the Archivists. This city would be her new home as she slowly, inevitably, becomes the second Barghest of the Garden of the Eleven. The orange Imperial watched her friends leave, tears in their eyes as the Guardian Aziraphale cooed to them, trying to soothe their aching hearts as they were forced to leave her behind. His mate, Raphael, looked shaken as well, as if the story of a Barghest, however strange it may be, had gone from nonexistent to fairytale to reality in the span of moments. Which, according to the large Imperial by her side, was the truth. Barghests were only written about, briefly at that. Just stories to scare young Imperials in the age of darkness from the Shade, right? She rubbed the bandage on her shoulder as she finally spoke up. "So... taking the judgement of all students who dare cross that feathered thing with a Barghest bite. Could've been worse, I think." The other Imperial gave her a look, as if questioning her very sanity for that. She couldn't help but chuckle at the look he gave her. "I know, not funny. I just... I guess I didn't ever think the Beast was real, you know?" The other finally sighed, resting his wing over her shoulder as he said his piece. "Yes, and no. In a way. When it comes to the Beast those twins speak of, you were right. It really was Raphael, working with his Aziraphale to humor the students in the Garden. We'd even bring students inside when they reach the later years, showing them what history we can on the trails that are safe. But... the Barghest is new. She only came to us a month ago, and we didn't know what had moved in until now." The orange Imperial looked shocked as he smiled down at her, holding her close still. "... You've done all of us a great service, Orli. Something we can never truly repay you for. All we can do is help you in your new home. Something I am more than willing to help with." Orli looked at the elder Imperial, the tree on his shoulder providing shade from the moonlight as he gently rested his snout against her forehead. She wondered if this was some sort of gesture of kindness until she felt the charge of magic racing through her, causing her eyes to fly open with shock. When he removed his snout, she noticed two changes. One was how he'd stopped the spread of darker scales from the scratches of the Barghest, covering many in patches of gold instead. The other was how she could see this from angles she didn't know was possible before. She turned her head, her eyes wide as Kaurik gave her a small smile. "Little Orli, will you be a light for me, and for any who find themselves in the Garden? To keep them from that Barghest's grasp, and protect them where we cannot?" The Imperial stared, eyes wide. Then she couldn't help but start crying as she nodded her head, giving the larger Imperial a hug. She'd thought she'd lost everything she could ever be when the thing bit her, telling her this would be for any charge of breaking into the church. She may not have been able to pay for all who steal from the church itself, but she could pay for all who trespassed on the Barghest's territory from this day onward. If that meant acting as a warning, or a guide at best... she'd do just that. "I will, Kaurik. I will."
Layout, starting lore and artwork by awaicu
Banners by PoisonedPaper
Expanded lore by ClockworkEclipse
|
Got Bee on 12/14/2021.
Formerly Iridescent/Blend/Stained/Common:
Click or tap a food type to individually feed this dragon only. The other dragons in your lair will not have their energy replenished.
Feed this dragon Insects.
Feed this dragon Meat.
Feed this dragon Seafood.
Feed this dragon Plants.
You can share this dragon on the forums by either copying the browser URL manually, or using bbcode!
Exalting Horcrux to the service of the Arcanist will remove them from your lair forever. They will leave behind a small sum of riches that they have accumulated. This action is irreversible.
Do you wish to continue?
- Names must be longer than 2 characters.
- Names must be no longer than 16 characters.
- Names can only contain letters.
- Names must be no longer than 16 characters.
- Names can only contain letters.