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Bones

(#72871940)

Level 1 Veilspun

Familiar

Nightfall Imp

Energy: 47/50

Personal Style

Skin

Scene

Physical Attributes

Battle Stats

Measurements

Length

0.68 m

Wingspan

0.91 m

Weight

1.63 kg

Genetics

Indigo
Bar (Veilspun)

Indigo
Loop (Veilspun)

Hatchday

Oct 07, 2021
(2 years)

Breed

Adult
Veilspun

Eye Type

Water
Common

Level 1 Veilspun

EXP: 0 / 245

STR

AGI

DEF

QCK

INT

VIT

MND

Lineage

Parents

none

Offspring

none

Biography

Bones
Trickster

The air around him was oppressive, making it extremely hard to breathe as he gasped for breath–his eyes going blurry with lightheadedness. He was surrounded by the Exalted, hundreds upon thousands of eyes boring onto him as he faced in the god’s wrath, The Shadowbinder glaring at him, observing him in his struggle.

Not a single soul moved to help him.

“I never thought that one of my own would be brainless enough to try and trick me, your god?! You will be taught a lesson for such foolishness, for I am not a merciful god when ill is done unto me!”

The remaining breath in his lungs was sucked out of him as the air became even more harsh, pure Shadow energy pouring into the Forum. He screamed as tendrils of magic forced its way into his veins, causing them to glow as it traveled. The Shadowbinder watched him wail and writhe with merciless eyes, the Exalted watching without a hint of remorse.

Suddenly, the pain ceases and his body falling limply onto the cold floor–his sight fading into black.
—

“Get back here you hooligan!”

The Veilspun let out a cackle as he zipped away from the enraged dragon chasing him, scaling up a tall once he reached it. The Coatl following him was unable to fly up to get him–due to their wings being waterlogged–opting to shake the tree instead. Bones dug his claws into the branch he was perched on and held on tight, the wobbling of the tree making his eyes go unfocused and the area around him spin. The Coatl eventually gave up and growled at Bones before taking their leave, a trail of sodden feathers following behind them.

The Veilspun cackled once more in victory and made his way down the tree, however, he didn’t get too far down before his body seized in tremendous pain–losing his footing and tumbled down the tree, crashing onto a thick branch. Bones clawed at the bark of the branch as the waves of pain went through, his sight slowly becoming spotty with white. Abruptly, the pain stopped as if it never happened, Bones slumping almost lifelessly on the branch, panting like he ran a marathon, his body twitching as a side effect of the attack. A thundering voice, the cyan glow of his veins, the waves and waves of excruciating pain—the memory of his cursing played clear as day. It’s been years since he last stepped foot in the Forum, even thinking about that wretched place was enough to leave a bitter taste in his mouth and a churning in his stomach.

The Veilspun’s eyes slowly started to close as his breathing slowed down, exhausted beyond compare to even notice the shadow of another being approaching him cautiously—murky eyes staring into his own. Bones let out a weak hiss at the bigger being that removed him from the branch and started to amble away from the tree, yet, the other being paid him no mind.

“Hush, you are ill and your heart seeks answers. I have those answers.”

The voice was…strange. Bones could not discern if it was even another dragon due to his hazy state and fighting the other being was fruitless, his “kidnapper” unfurling their wings and taking flight–any struggle on his part would be a tumble to his death.

“Sleep, friend. I will take us to our destination smoothly. You have nothing to worry about, you are safe.”

The Veilspun’s brain and body was too exhausted to even be on alert at the ambiguous being’s words, the attack already taking too much energy for him to even protest, much less move. With the wind combing through his mane and the steady sound of flapping wings, Bones fell into a dreamless sleep.

Until he was stabbed with something sharp, some kind of liquid dripping into the wound the object caused.

The Veilspun thrashed in the nest of soft, downy feathers, the sudden movement making the other being squawk in incredulity and dropping whatever they held, the item smashing into pieces. Bones’ eyes widened at the sight or a large corvid, those murky eyes he saw after his attack now narrowing in anger.

“You nincompoop! That was the only potion I had! The ingredients are hard to come by in this area and not all dragons treat corvids kindly when it comes to these things!”

“What were you doing to me?!”

The raven rolled his eyes in exasperation. “Healing you, that potion helps with overall healing but it works better when there’s a wound present. You had none, so I improvised. You’re welcome by the way, you would’ve been paralyzed still if it weren’t for me.”

Bones lowered his eyes in guilt at the spilt potion on the ground, solemnly picking at one of the stray feathers in the nest with his claws.

“Wait a minute, you can understand me? How?!”

The corvid dumped the broken glass in a bin and set a raggedy, damp towel over the spill. “I was raised by a dragon, a Snapper, I think the breed is called. She taught me how to speak basic draconian and her life’s trade: apothecary. She could make potions out of materials you wouldn’t think would make something so effective. I’ve been with her since her Exaltation and she’s led me to you in my dreams.”

Bones looked at the corvid with an incredulous look, his companion paying him no mind as he got closer. “Listen, comrade. Corvids normally loves the things of tarot and soothsaying but not I, I study curses. They vary depending on who casts them, no two curses are the same as the other, but! They have one thing in common, however, they can be lifted by participating in the Trial of Gods. You must go back to the Forum and beg the Shadowbinder to give you a second chance. Then and only then, will she give you a trial you must accept to get rid of your curse.”

A shudder went down Bones’ spine at the mention of the Forum, at the mere thought of ever facing the Shadowbinder again. He’s never stepped on Shadow’s soil ever since his cursing and he hoped he never had to as long as he lived.

“And what if I don’t take the trial?”

The corvid raised an eye ridge. “Then you’ll die playing harmless pranks on other beings. The pain is only going to get worse until you succumb to it. Don’t be foolish, take the trial.”

“Why are you telling me this? What are you gaining from this? I hardly even know you!”

The corvid got close once more, holding Bones’ face in between his wings, his eyes staring into the Veilspun’s eyes. “You receive valuable information and yet you question the messenger? You’re a troublemaker but not one who deserves to die a slow death over silly pranks. Face your fears and free yourself, you’ll be glad you did.”

The corvid let go of Bones’ face and shooed him out of the nest, the Veilspun scrambling out of it. “Wait, wait! What is your name?” He cried as the other pushed him out of the lair. “Can you at least tell me that?”

His companion rolled his eyes for the umpteenth time, flapping his wings impatiently. “My name is unimportant, you must get going! Time is of the essence, the faster you get to Shadow lands and start your trial, the faster you can be freed from your curse. Now go, we shall meet again, Bones, I’m sure of it.”

The Veilspun nodded slowly, unfurling his wings to take flight. It didn’t dawn on him that the corvid somehow knew his name—which he did not tell the other it—and he turned back to question how the other knew him.

But his companion was nowhere to be found, the space where his lair once was became nothing but a crack in the rock.

Bio by Pulchritudinous

^{lord of lies}

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