Daz
(#74015785)
Level 1 Bogsneak
Familiar
Swallowtail Jumper
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Energy: 50/50
This dragon’s natural inborn element is Nature.
Male Bogsneak
This dragon is hibernating.
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Personal Style
Apparel
Skin
Scene
Measurements
Length
7.38 m
Wingspan
6.18 m
Weight
754.45 kg
Genetics
Mantis
Python
Python
Buttercup
Flair
Flair
Metals
Peacock
Peacock
Hatchday
Breed
Eye Type
Level 1 Bogsneak
EXP: 0 / 245
STR
7
AGI
6
DEF
7
QCK
7
INT
6
VIT
7
MND
6
Biography
 D A Z Selfish Sage He/Him {Second Multi-Gaze Hatch}
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RELATIONSHIPS
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Daz was lucky to have hatched when he did. There was already a Sage with Glamoured Gaze living in Meristema - a descendant of the clan founders. Although she has a difficult time trusting herself with it, by the time Daz was born, Terrene had learnt much, and had finally ended her self-exile. When his parents approached her to take him under her wing, she was still extremely reluctant. She didn't quite trust herself with the responsibility of tutoring another in their use of their Sight. Ultimately, she was swayed by wanting to protect him from all the heartache she had to suffer. Daz had an easier start in life. His mother had keen sight, and could easily pinpoint anything, no matter how small. She was able to see when Daz was using his Gaze and be less effected by it. His father however, had fractal sight - his method of vision slightly different to the average dragon. In his eyes, Daz's numerous eyes multiplied, resulting in a stronger hypnotism. From a young age, Daz learnt to get what he wanted from his father. Not with malicious intent, just with the cunning of a child after his favourite treats. As soon as his mother got wise to this, she insisted Terrene guide him. The initial novelty of having someone the same as him, wore off quickly for Daz. In fact, he found it annoying that he wasn't as special as he'd thought. He made Terrene's life rather difficult, not understanding the importance and necessity of her moral preaching. There was a petulance to him, and he loathed Terrene's Brightbeast, Sezia. She could detect the use of his sight. Alerted everyone to it and her glowing and cooing drew their attention so that Daz's power became useless. He hated the cave where he had to stay with Terrene and her 'stupid bird', he was frustrated by everything. When he ripped out a pawful of her feathers in spite, Terrene had enough. "You would squander everything you have, and all those who love you for your own selfishness?" She snapped after her initial blind fury over the harm to her essential familiar. "I can have more if I use my gift, I can have everything!" Daz hissed. "It's a GIFT, stop making it feel like a curse!" "Foolish child! I give up, and I bet you are mighty pleased with yourself, but you haven't won. You will go to Saga City." Daz snorted. "I can't be forced to do anything I don't want to." "We'll see about that," Terrene growled.  Daz couldn't see it at the time, but Terrene was so hurt because she cared for him. She hid herself from her own children, and had been unable to form bonds with them. In their first months together, she had bonded with him, and had seen him as something like her foster child. All of that crumbled as Daz had grown more wilful and she hadn't been able to control him on her own. She blamed herself more than she blamed him. He was just a child in need of guidance. Her only solution was to send him where she had gone when she was almost as stubborn. Of course Daz was smug in his perceived victory, and confident he would not leave against his will. He intended to leave himself, to get away from Terrene and to realise his full potential. But Daz never rushed for anything, his enjoyment in making others do his bidding made him lazy. There was no rush for him to leave the Clan, but he left the cave and indulged in playing with his siblings. This involved using his Sight to convince them to cause havoc and play pranks on the rest of the Clan. They were only children, and very impressionable. Daz was the same age of course, but he was smarter than expected, as was often the case with Sages and their multisensory experiences of the world. He just wasn't as smart as he liked to think.  He was woken in the night by a loud bleat, and before he could understand what was happening, a cloud of blue fluff bumped into him, and then he was somewhere else entirely. What he now saw to be a Teleporting Plainsrunner, toddled away from him, down a candlelight stone corridor. He knew this was nowhere in the Everbloom Gardens, not even anywhere in the Viridian Labyrinth. It was Saga City. Something shifted in the dim light, and Daz realised a large, dark Imperial filled the tunnel ahead. The Plainsrunner (that Daz assumed belonged to Terrene's cousin, Ambrose) was dwarfed by the dragon it approached but seemed blissfully unaware of this. The Imperial's pale eyes shone in the darkness, as did those along their neck as they turned their head. They regarded the Plainsrunner, before slowly leaning down to pluck a scroll case from it. He is a danger to himself and others. Please help him if you can, he is our family. "Broken. Yes," said a small, warbling voice. Daz looked up to see a Fae perched on the Imperial's antlers. He wouldn't have been able to see her at all if not for the glowing blue veins that matched her many eyes. "His soul, muddy but not black. Not yet. Can clean. Must clean." "Well, you're not going to clean anything in this dusty dungeon," Daz quipped. "And I don't think that's any way to greet a poor, lost traveller." The Imperial snorted in distain. "Aye, he's trouble alright." His voice rumbled in an ominous way that made Daz want to shiver, and dread crept slowly up his spine. He didn't like it one bit. He spread his wings and smiled. "Why don't you leave me be then, make all our lives a bit easier. Just point me to the way out and-" A flash of bright light momentarily blinded him. "Don't think you can Glamour me, boy. You're sure used to getting your own way ain't ya." Daz's smile twisted into an ugly snarl. "I don't see any reason why I shouldn't." The Fae tutted. "Troublesome, troublesome. Hard truth and harsh lessons required, yes?" "No," Daz growled, bracing himself and holding his wings higher, focusing all he could on hypnotism. "Ain'tcha listenin'? You have no power here, time you came down a peg." "You can't make me," Daz spat, stretching his neck higher. "No one can." Both the Fae and Imperial's eyes seemed to glow, then the Imperial roared, loud enough that it felt like the tunnel could collapse. He lurched forwards, mouth open and fangs showing. Wings and scales scraped the tunnel walls. He could easily consume Daz in two bites. For the first time, Daz was truly afraid. He felt the rush of air, and the puff of hot breath. The point of a tooth against his soft neck- Daz awoke trembling. He was in his family den. That's right, he'd left Terrene's exile cave to sleep here before leaving the Clan the next day. He shook himself, not wanting anyone to witness him weak. "Daz?" He looked to the chamber entrance to see his sister. She was a Guardian, larger than himself, but she seemed bigger than he remembered. He hadnt been gone that long had he? He hadn't left at all! "Ah, sweet sister. I was wondering were you'd all got to. I'm feeling rather hungry, do you think you could find something for me?" "Sorry Daz, yes Daz. Right away." She stumbled off, but with a smile on her face. What harm was Glamour if it pleased them to serve? By the time she returned, he'd sent another two siblings on the same errand so that he'd have a veritable feast. As she came into the light, dragging a ampelope hoc, he noticed she was thin - malnourished even - with a blankness to her eyes. When the others returned he saw the same in them too. It unsettled him. "What's going on here? Is there a sickness, a disease, in the Clan?" "No, brother," they said in unnerving unison. "Then what is the meaning of this? Is there a food shortage? Aren't you eating?" "Do you want us to eat, brother?" "Yes! Haven't you been? Why haven't you been!?" The three of his siblings descended on the food they had brought. They looked feral. Starving. "Daz hadn't said to eat," one of them managed. "Always do as Daz says." One of them groaned and fell on her side, still attempting to eat. "Oh Gods, stop! Stop if you feel ill! What is this?!" "We've been waiting for you, brother. We couldn't do anything but wait." Their rasping voices overlapped in a ghostly manner. "You've forgotten how to act on your own initiative? Well then," he lifted his wings, preparing for a full-powered hypnosis. "Do as you will, do what you like!" One of them began to cry. "I don't understand..." Daz covered his face from the terrible sight, but he couldn't escaped the distressed sobs and pained moans. "Stop it," he muttered. "Please..." "Ah! You asked so nicely!" Daz raised his head in surprise, to be met with the smug face of the Multi-Gaze Imperial he thought he'd dreamt. He snarled in response. "A cheap trick! It was all just some elaborate illusion?! You think that will convince me to stay here when I know its not real?" "Oh but you know that it is," said the Fae. "The future. If you continue to use others. Destroys their minds." "The more one is subjected to Glamour," the Imperial continued. "The more it moulds their brain into servitude. In extreme cases of dragons continually under the influence of such hypnotism, when it's removed they cannot do anything for themselves. They lose their personalities, cease to be who they were.." "Just vessels for selfish gain. Do you really care so little of others?" The Fae chimed in. Could Daz's impulsive, childish commands really have such a severe effect long-term? The Fae was right, he knew it to be true. But how much of change had he already made to them? Looking into the eyes of these cold, judgemental strangers, Daz suddenly missed Terrene. If only he'd listened to her cautions... "Not too late," the Fae crawled down to the ground, coming right up to Daz. "Not if you really wish to fix it." She spoke gently, with such reassurance that Daz found him eyes watering. He coughed and nodded. He missed his mother too - her sharp mind and bold manner. His father... those who had loved him most were the ones he might have damaged. They had trusted him, and he'd taken all he could from them. "Well, Terrene keeps going on about this place so I might as well see what you've got going on here," Daz said, feigning his usual blazé manner. The Imperial raised an eyebrow. "Come along then, if you think you're strong enough." 
Sages with Peacock are rarely seen for who they are. The mesmeric nature of the peacock eyes on their wings and bodies inclines other dragons to like them, ranging from an attraction to the dragon in question to seeing them as looking or being entirely different than they are. The effect can wear off as the individual is away from them or even as they spend more time with the Sage and become accustomed to their particular effects. Obviously this can be detrimental to the Sage and the affected dragon. Rumor has it that some powerful Sages have learned to enrapture or entrap other dragons with this ability and specialized movements or dances and keep them hypnotized for long periods even years. 
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