Lilinax
(#7296729)
Level 1 Spiral
Familiar
Supernal Brightbeast
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Energy: 0/50
This dragon’s natural inborn element is Lightning.
Male Spiral
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Personal Style
Apparel
Skin
Scene
Measurements
Length
4.36 m
Wingspan
2.52 m
Weight
109.94 kg
Genetics
Yellow
Pharaoh
Pharaoh
Forest
Trail
Trail
Strawberry
Stained
Stained
Hatchday
Breed
Eye Type
Level 1 Spiral
EXP: 0 / 245
STR
8
AGI
7
DEF
7
QCK
6
INT
5
VIT
7
MND
5
Biography
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“M-master no, please, please Master, I-I–” “Spineless wretch!” Some time ago, Paxuzu tired of the unchanging eternity that was his prison, broken only by the stray adventurer. Resigned to the chains that bound him to the earth, he sought other means of occupying himself, something more consistent than the random comings and goings of lost wanderers. He could create life. Could create it with ease. Had done so in the past and would undoubtedly do so again in the future. However, he’d never once created life to serve his own desires. This creature he molded from sand and clay and what precious water he could siphon from the cave walls. He breathed into the statue and watched it writhe with new life. He channeled magic into it to accelerate its growth, not wanting to deal with any stage of infancy. He poured knowledge into the fledgling’s artificial brain and watched it screech at the input. The result was less than desirable. Lilinax is a timid, fearful, and overall weak specimen. He flinches at every shadow, bows to Paxuzu’s every whim, and hides from all visitors. The flood of knowledge that Paxuzu blessed him with assaults him periodically, manifesting as constant headaches and frequent migraines while his brain races forth like a rabid fire, tearing heedlessly through centuries of history and advancement. Utterly useless in any scheme Paxuzu might develop, little more than cheap entertainment and momentary distraction in the god's eyes. In spite of this, his loyalty to his creator is unshakable. He will never leave his god’s side. No matter Paxuzu’s horrid games or cruel experiments, he will stay until his artificial lifespan comes to an end. Paxuzu is the granter of life, the cause of his suffering, the sole divine light in the underground labyrinth and the only oasis in the godless desert from where he first drew breath. The deity is everything. Lilinax is grateful to bear witness to his majesty and terror.
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LIGHT IN THE DARK
The caves under the desert sand were cold. They were always cold. Without the sun to warm them or hot air the breathe in, the walls were cool under his scales and the air just a few degrees too low to be comfortable. What little heat there that could be found was immediately sapped by the rock, hungry for a taste of the world outside, more than willing to settle for the warmth of a body. A sad and deprived life to live for whatever cave dwellers lived there. Not to say that all of the underground was this way. The great cavern where Paxuzu resided would always be warm. Lilinax shivered. For as much as he wanted to return to his god’s side, right now it would be tempting fate to do so. Even so far from the main cavern, he could still hear Lord Paxuzu’s raging and spitting as though he were hidden within one of the dilapidated buildings the god resided above, instead of safely lost within the maze outside of Paxuzu’s prison. If Lilinax returned before his god had a moment to calm himself, it was likely that he would take his frustrations out on his own lesser form. Lilinax curled into himself further. Though he’d never been explicitly told his purpose, he knew he was meant to serve Paxuzu in whatever capacity he was able. He really should be there to take his master’s anger unto himself, but… He could feel vibrations through the rock, the very same that he was molded from. He shivered in tandem. Fear kept him far away. He knew not what words would calm his god, or if there were any that even existed. If his god would even appreciate the gesture or would be further angered by the attempt. Perhaps a gift would be more appropriate. A sacrifice, even. Paxuzu often spoke fondly of the days when he was worshiped by many and the gifts he would receive. If he stepped out of the caves to hunt down a worthy beast, perhaps he would look upon Lilinax favorably and– “ T o .M e . ” The third eye of his god blared bright in his mind, slitted pupil focused on his small form. His eyes snapped open as the words reverberated through his mind, wiping away all clutter with that simple command. For an infinite moment, Lilinax himself did not exist. There was only the command. And then the effects faded. And Lilinax was returned to his mortal body. Paxuzu. There was no hiding from his divine sight, from his awareness of where Lilinax was at all times. His power too great, his knowledge stretching to near-omnipotence. Of course he knew Lilinax was indulging in his own cowardice. Of course he would be displeased that his creation couldn’t bear to witness his terrible fury. And though the message held no inflection, nothing to hint at how his master felt at that moment (a silly idea, to think oneself capable of knowing what a god feels or thinks, but Lilinax knew his mind to be too limited to think in any other terms), he couldn’t help the pit of dread that made him curl all the more tightly, knotting himself into the rocky crevasse he found down one of the many tunnels surrounding the great cavern. His ire poisoned the very air, thick and cloying and heavy, all the more choking with the lack of ventilation that a breeze might provide. But Lilinax was used to this. He let himself hesitate for a brief moment more before turning back. The eyes of Paxuzu were focused on him now. While Lilinax often basked under his divine gaze, he knew that at this moment Paxuzu would not be kind. Prone to mood swings and nigh unpredictable behavior, Lilinax could at least take comfort that in this he was consistent: when Paxuzu was angry, his default method of stress relief were the various tortures and stressors that he could inflict on Lilinax. Without fail. Though the knowledge made it no easier to put one claw in front of the other, Lilinax tried to look at the bright side of things. At least he knew more or less what to expect. When the tunnels finally opened up to the great cavern of Paxuzu’s prison, he saw his god lounging above the temple rooftop, his resting spot of choice. The majority of his eyes were closed, his head resting just above the entrance of the ruins. As still as a gold statue, immovable, unbreathing. It was a struggle not to flinch when Paxuzu’s eyes snapped open, the three on his head instantly focused on his approach. “Took the scenic route, did you, my pet?” he hummed, the rumble in his throat shaking the air. He was slow to rise, slow to draw forward, the entire length of his body moving from where it was twisted through the space. (by now Lilinax had seen how Paxuzu’s long body dipped in and out of the dark edges of the cavern, how his scales glimmered from the shadows, how everything at the edges of his limited vision seemed to move. It was no less magnificent and terrifying.) Lilinax dipped his head even lower, fighting to keep his shaking limbs to a minute tremor. “I have no excuses, my lord,” he said, barely above a trembling whisper. Paxuzu shifted, resting his chin on his hand as he observed Lilinax. “You don’t,” he sighed. “Since I am feeling particularly gracious, I will be taking the claws of your feet.” There was a crack and a sharp pain that followed, and Lilinax’s vision went white for a brief moment. He staggered and nearly toppled over. Was moments away from succumbing to the black that fuzzed at the edges of his vision, but was able to regain enough balance to keep himself in his bow. He had to place a single hand on the stone floor, but it was alright. He could pass it off as an even deeper bow. “Th-thank you, my lord,” was all he could say. “Thank you, thank you, thank you.” His voice cracked and wavered. He didn’t look at his feet. Didn’t dare turn his head to look anywhere but the cracked stone he wobbled on. Lilinax could hear his lord above him. “You are right to thank me,” he said, calm as the still pools of tainted water in the depths they inhabited. “My mercy is boundless. I could’ve done worse. You’ve experienced worse.” “Yes yes yes,” he squeezed his eyes as his mouth ran off without him as tears dribbled down his snout as his body shook apart. “Thank you, thank you.” His sense of time went funny after that. He didn’t know for how long he stood there, whispering praises in supplication, inviting his lord and master to take more of him, that he could endure whatever trial, so long as the pain was brief, so long as it would stop, so long as he was allowed his sanity by the end, that he wouldn’t be cast aside like worthless dross, that he could do better, that he could be better– “Enough.” As sudden as the pain came, the relief that was now imposed was so much more shocking. This time he actually fell to the floor, trembling in the remembered agony of his punishment as his body came to terms with its abrupt end. Sometimes the end of his master’s trials was much worse than the actual torment itself. His fragile mind was unable to understand that there was no longer any reason to feel pain, and instead sent phantom shocks of it up and down his body, as if to say that there should be more, that he should’ve been able to withstand more, that he deserved to suffer more. It was confusing. “Do not think that you were particularly well behaved, to deserve this premature reprieve,” the words floated above him. “I need you coherent.” Lilinax whimpered, unable to form the words he wanted, mind still too muddled to do anything but shiver under Paxuzu’s cold light. His master, of course, did not need for Lilinax to speak to understand his confusion. “I do so love giving dragons the opportunity to prove themselves.” he heard Paxuzu speak. “You’ve failed more times than is appropriate for a creation of mine, but I am nothing if not forgiving. Lift your head.” Lilinax took a breath. He could do little more than raise it some inches off the floor. He gave his god his undivided attention. Paxuzu’s head tilted to the side. “Do you want another chance to serve me?” Lilinax nodded. He didn’t think. Of course he did. His existence was to serve, to please, to be useful to his god and creator. Paxuzu’s lips twitched in a smirk. “Good creature.” Lilinax relaxed a fraction. Praise. Praise was good. He was good. “You of course heard the individual that approached me last. The wyrm was of foul breeding,” Paxuzu hummed. “Contemptuous. Demanding. Arrogant.” The stone walls under his claws cracked in his grip. “Reminds me of another dragon I know,” he said conversationally, examining his own claws. Of course Lilinax knew of who Paxuzu spoke of. He kept his lips sealed. His god’s eyes snapped to him, eyes aglow, wide and piercing and petrifying. “You will bring him here.” The words reverberated through the chamber. There was a tremble in his limbs and his muscles bunched to curl inwards, but he kept himself taut. “I-I will bring him here.” For better or for worse. Regardless of whatever fate awaited the dammed soul. Lilinax would bring the dragon that angered his god so before his feet. Paxuzu grinned. A jeering thing. A taunting gleam in his eye. “Should you perform well, I will allow you his heart. You want a heart, don’t you?” he almost sang. Lilinax gripped at the fabric of his cloak, above his chest. His mouth was dry. He swallowed. His god laughed. “Run along then,” he waved as he turned his back to Lilinax. “I have some things that must be prepared.” | __________ |
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