Gemini
(#78104840)
4th Gen Barghest - Ire/Alabaster
Familiar
Runescar Lynx
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Energy: 50/50
This dragon’s natural inborn element is Ice.
Female Imperial
This dragon is hibernating.
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Personal Style
Apparel
Skin
Scene
Measurements
Length
25.33 m
Wingspan
18.2 m
Weight
8727.43 kg
Genetics
Silver
Piebald
Piebald
Silver
Eel
Eel
Moon
Glimmer
Glimmer
Hatchday
Breed
Eye Type
Level 1 Imperial
EXP: 0 / 245
STR
6
AGI
6
DEF
6
QCK
5
INT
8
VIT
8
MND
6
Lineage
Biography
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 G E M I N I 
BARGHEST LORE AND LINEAGE PROJECT
GENERATION IV IRE | ALABASTER'S LINE 
"Bring them to me, and I'll let you leave,"
A cruel dreamwalker, seeking only to drag others down with her. She hungers for all that the world can offer, and her appetite is insatiable. |
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Summer in the Southern Icefield is bountiful, endlessly long, and bright. The sun never sets for months at a time, and the land is bathed in endless light which invigorates the growly Ice dragons that live amongst the snowy edge of the world. The snows melt, and traders from all over the world make their seasonal treks to the Southern Icefield to buy and sell the rarest, most valuable of goods. One such trader lingers now, on the edge of a log-splitting building. Cassara fumbles with the papers in her claws, plans for expansions to the logging operations all outlined in blueprints and scattered notes. The forest around her is blooming, snow all but forgotten in favor of flourishing plantlife and energetic fauna. She traces a claw over one of the blueprints, and contemplates how many trees they'd need to clear to make room for the proposed outbuilding. The wildclaw ends up deciding on being safe, rather than sorry, and when she hurries to her supplies -- simply dumped in the grass, and crawling with the hardy insects of the Southern Icefield -- she pulls out some orange marker flags and begins to section out an area to be cleared. By midday, the section of forest is marked and Cassara is sweating underneath the eternal sun; but her job is, for the moment, finished. The flags wave in the light breeze, bright against the green foliage. A promise of things to come. The next day, Cassara's boss begins yelling as soon as she arrives. Haggard from the berating, and confused about what exactly she failed to do, Cassara heads for the worksite immediately. Today, she was meant to be managing the workcrew to clear the forest; but to her surprise, the section of forest is completely cleared. The ground has been leveled, and the stumps are presumably dug up and discarded. It's... A perfect job, and Cassara didn't do it. Surely this is a joke, right? Some kind of jab, or an early birthday present, or... A small, wooden figurine sits in the middle of the cleared area. She picks it up; the figurine is small, only as tall as one of her talons. It's a curved, sitting wildclaw, with two small pieces of amber for eyes. The wings are etched to look like a butterfly, and tiny stars are visible as dots on the figurine's hide. It looks exactly like her, and the realization makes Cassara drop the figurine with a startled yelp. She looks around, awaiting her coworkers to leap out of the underbrush or from behind the log-splitting building and laugh at her shock. But no such surprise happens; she's left, utterly alone, with a tiny trinket and a whole day's work done overnight. It shouldn't startle her as much as it does, but something in her chest is screaming that the whole thing is wrong. Despite it, she picks the figurine up and heads home, promising herself a bath and some hot tea to soothe her nerves. Surely, today will be normal, right? Cassara hopes it will be. When she arrives at work, her boss is apologizing for his overreaction yesterday, and things look better. She's informed that her crew will be there in an hour, so she's got plenty of time to go over blueprints for the new outbuilding and lay down any markers. She gathers her supplies for the long day ahead, and walks out to the section behind the log-splitting building. And she freezes. Because where there should be a magically-cleared section of forest, perfectly level and ready for construction. There is a building. The outbuilding she'd been contracted to build. The thing she was supposed to build today. Cassara glances around, awaiting a prank, but she's alone. Heaving a sigh, she approaches the building, and touches the siding of it; she can feel the cool wooden siding against her claws, and it startles her more than if it'd all been a hallucination or mirage. She sets her things down, and walks to the front of the building where a door should be; just as she thought, a door is there, large enough to fit an imperial. She pushes the door open, and walks inside. The interior is lit only by the windows fitted high and snug against the ceiling, and the entire place smells like mildew and sawdust. Logs are already piled inside, as are many planks, as though the building's been in use for weeks or even months. Spiders have made little webs in the rafters, and Cassara jumps when she hears the skitter of a mouse running through the darkness. Something sits in the middle of the floor. A small figurine, shaped like a wildclaw reaching up towards the sun. Pieces of amber are imbedded into the eyes, and a larger chunk is imbedded into the top of the figurine; a misshapen sun, that glints in the dim light as Cassara plucks it from the ground to examine it. The figurine looks exactly like her. The doors slam shut, and she yelps and turns. She races to the doors, begging that it was just the wind, and tries to shove them open with no luck. Cassara backs up, and bodyslams the door, yet as much as the cheap construction bulges under her assault it does not give in. The temperature seems to drop, and the ever-present sun of summer fades until Cassara is left utterly blind in the darkness. "Please," Cassara sobs, not sure who she's begging to, or what she's begging for. "What will you give me?" A voice echoes from the darkness; from above her. Cassara looks up, and sees something clinging to the ceiling; it has red fur, and grey fur, and long teeth, and many limbs. Cassara sobs and presses against the door as she sinks to the ground in a futile attempt to distance herself from the monster looking down at her. "Anything. Anything at all," Cassara holds the figurine tightly, her claws scouring cuts and scratches onto the soft wood. "Please, just let me leave," "Bring me another. I am hungry," The monster demands, and Cassara nods without thinking. "Bring them to me, and I'll let you leave," Cassara wakes in a cold sweat, tears streaming from her eyes, and she spends the next hour heaving and sobbing until she's worn out enough to get dressed and head to work. The deal she'd made weighs heavily on her; but.. She'd had no choice. She has no choice. If she doesn't bring the monster someone else, won't it just hunt her down and eat her? It's a futile effort to put moral superiority to a horrible situation, and Cassara clings to it. She clings to this desperation as she asks her boss to accompany her to the section behind the log-splitting building, where the forest is lush and her orange markers have yet to fade. Yet, when the time comes for her to offer the monster it's sacrifice, Cassara has not realized what exactly that entails until the monster bursts from her body, and her vision blacks out. Gemini inherited two things from her parents; her father's Dreamwalking, and her mother's bestial need for physical feasting. She trapped herself in dreams, feasting upon unsuspected souls with the savagery befitting a monster of her pelt. Yet, Gemini starved in those dreams; she needed something else, something far more humiliating for a Barghest like herself. So, she Bound herself to a mortal, willingly. There's no easier way for Gemini to hunt in the waking world, after all; Cassara feeds her once a month on the full moon. Though their partnership is less than harmonious, Gemini finds that she cares very little about simple harmony.
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