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Rhea

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Level 10 Aberration

Familiar

Spidered Seat

Energy: 50/50

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Measurements

Length

6.31 m

Wingspan

8.37 m

Weight

452.27 kg

Genetics

Hatchday

Feb 09, 2022
(2 years)

Breed

Adult
Aberration

Eye Type

Arcane
Uncommon

Level 10 Aberration

EXP: 7925 / 27676

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AGI

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QCK

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RHEA
PROPHET / SCRIMSHAW

Rhea has known More since before she knew anything. Her parents 'introduced' her to the Being, that which we call by Heart, the Thunderskin, the Lionsmith, The Velvet and Sister-and-Witch, as an infant. The child was held while her parents and grandparents danced That Which Does Not Cease, and at the pinnacle of passion, Rhea was Touched and her mind Opened, a baby pearlcatcher who knew the Being before she knew speech. Her grandparents, the first Heralds, were present for her consecration and it was deemed an auspicious event. She remained a focus of her forebears as she grew, being cuddled and coddled and showered with special tutoring and gifts until she became a bright and passionate young thing.

That was the end of the ease of her life, though. As all the rest of her siblings, Rhea was released into the world when she matured to spread the word of the Being in the subtle, conniving ways her family had taught her. Thought the Being had many names, none of them were yet known to Sornieth at large, and the dragons of the world were wary of any powers beyond the gods of their own race. It was Rhea's job, like it was her siblings, to begin to change the minds of Sornieth to prepare the way for the Being. For her prophesied favor and talent, she was pointed in the direction of Plague, one of the most unforgiving and challenging territories to any born outside their boundaries. Going from such a favored life to one balancing entirely on one's ability to survive, Rhea struggled. She was wracked with the airborne strains which permeated the air and suffered from the parasites in every water source. Were it not for the powers of the Heart, she likely would have died soon after her arrival. But instead, it kept her limping along, searching for her purpose here before she could properly evangelize who she met.

The dark pearlcatcher began to curse the Being, that which had driven her from her home and into this land of exhausting exile. She began to lose faith. When she saw the Wyrmwound faintly throbbing in the landscape ahead of her, she nearly turned back. She wanted to, but the Thunderskin beat within her blood and compelled her to its pockmarked edge with the intensity of her deepest devotional, trance-induced dances. She teetered on the edge, staring into the virulent chartreuse pudding which glowed and bubbled thickly beneath her, and fear struck her heart. She was weak. In both patience and punishment, the Being tilted her into the soup, her wings frozen to her back instead of flaring out to save her, and as she frantically looked around for any help she caught sight of a banescale who was watching her strange actions with hungry curiosity. That was all her eyes had time to see, and the scalding plunge into the Wyrmwound drowned any curiosity she might have had herself. Its heat made her scream, its clinging viscousness pinned her thrashing limbs and suffocated her attempts at freedom, and she sank beneath its greedy surface.

She doesn't remember crawling from the Wyrmwound's cream-thick contents, only the freakish wailing she heard praising the Heart. She doesn't remember preening herself clean, only the thrashing, violent seizure of a dance which flung all semblance of transformative goop from her new manes. The Being, for the first time, turned to her with a face which looked like hers, but she didn't recognize, and spoke in words she heard outside her head before inside: "You are the First, and not the Last. Find your counterpart and seduce them."
She realized she now had two heads; she was the first aberration she had ever met, and only half of her was her, as it had always been. She nodded, trembling from the experience and the exhaustion it left her with, and perched on the banks of the Wyrmwound to recover before pursuing her purpose. As luck-- or the Being-- would have it, that purpose came to her in mere minutes. Her sharp eyes refocused to see a disturbance in the surface of the Wyrmwound, and mere seconds later another of her new kind emerged. He was lithe and dark, with manes practically alight with their crimson vibrancy and eyes of pus and scarred flesh. She looked around and just caught sight of that same banescale from earlier dart away from his unobtrusive place at the top of the Wyrmwound, his eyes fixed with hatred on this new dragon. Curiously, and with Heart thrumming with anticipation through her veins, she asked the other aberration who he served. One head seemed still distraught at the experience he'd just been through, but the other pointed its blind eyes toward her and spoke in the voice of a god, "I am simply She, the Plaguebringer, and this is my servant."
The Heart thrilled in Rhea's body, answering this ultimate challenge of conversion, and Rhea knew her purpose. The second head fell back asleep as the first recovered and introduced himself as Nytus, who Rhea easily convinced to take her back to his clan. Now she waits, plying him and the rest of the aberrations who emerged with velvet words and thunderous patience, for her time to release the Being upon her new home in the Laospí clan. The strangest thing about all this is one of the aberrations, Alii, who resembles that banescale a bit too much for Rhea to think it's coincidence, but she doesn't know what it all means yet, and she is not one to speak without reason....

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