Lethia
(#78117139)
3rd Gen Barghest - Ankh/Scarab
Familiar
Serthis Alchemist
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Energy: 50/50
This dragon’s natural inborn element is Light.
Female Imperial
This dragon is hibernating.
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Personal Style
Apparel
Skin
Scene
Measurements
Length
21.93 m
Wingspan
16.11 m
Weight
7717.53 kg
Genetics
White
Savannah
Savannah
Stone
Constellation
Constellation
Latte
Okapi
Okapi
Hatchday
Breed
Eye Type
Level 1 Imperial
EXP: 0 / 245
STR
6
AGI
6
DEF
6
QCK
5
INT
8
VIT
8
MND
6
Biography
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 L E T H I A 
"I could be your guiding star, I am a wishing well, tell me your desires and lets make a deal."
In a place desolate and cold, those nearing death are brought to salvation. But Lethia's contract must be fulfilled, and to do that, she must feed. This is the tale of the Barghest, Lethia. |
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Oh child of Death, you have wandered so far from home. A desert can look remarkably like a tundra. Is it white sand, or undisturbed snowfall, which stretches for miles upon miles? Both will gladly blind the unwary in the sunlight of midday, and both will gladly claim any lost souls who dare to wander in the endless terrain. It's bad luck then, that Constance wakes up here. She blinks her eyes open, expecting humidity but not the sharp dusting of ice that clings to her feathers. Constance stands, a bit wobbly, and glances around. She'd fallen asleep in a small alcove in the Charged Barrens, but this place lacks the towering monolith of the Tempest Spire to guide her better than any compass could. No, this place is... Cold. Endlessly cold. She shifts on her feet, her talons sinking into what she can only presume is snow. Constance can't help the growing wonder that outpaces the dread as she takes in the snowy landscape, delight at seeing such a wondrously strange place overwhelming her for a few moments. She takes the time to stumble through the snow, giggling like a hatchling and tossing handfuls of snow into the air to watch it scatter in the light. Perhaps it snowed last night? Snow is rare in the desert, but not impossible, especially with the weird inventions all those Goldensparc people are testing out in the badlands nowadays... Her body freezes up as a sudden, involuntary shivering overtakes her. Even if snow isn't impossible, she's not built for this kind of cold! Constance searches the horizon for any sign of a shelter, but there's nothing but endless snow. With a huff, her playfulness left in the dust -- er, slush? -- she picks a random direction and starts walking. The sun keeps rising to her right, and Constance briefly wishes she'd listened closer when her parents taught her how to navigate by the sun and stars -- the Tempest Spire always made it easy to navigate, no matter where she was. ...Actually, where's the... "Excuse me? Miss?" Constance jolts, and turns towards the voice. A coatl with glittering plumage greets her, and he smiles nervously and waves a claw. She takes a few steps forward, glad to see someone in this strange place -- even if he's a complete stranger, with an appearance that stands out against the stark white plains. He introduces himself as Veradis, and offers to bring her back to his home, which is supposedly only a short walk away. Constance feels a weird sense of trust in the strange man, and follows him back to his hut. Veradis keeps a running commentary as they walk. He talks about small, inane things; little stories from his youth, funny conversations he had with his sister, and an endless amount of pieces of wisdom passed to him from someone he never mentions by name. Constance offers things about herself in return; she talks about how her parents were distant and strict, but they took the time to teach her everything they could about surviving in the Shifting Expanse. She laughs as she recalls a memory of her brother climbing atop a dry fountain and declaring himself the king of the desert. Something in the distance moves, behind the dunes of snow. It's dark, and large, and Constance shivers at the sight. Surely it's just a mirage, the cold must be messing with her head. Veradis's home is.. Quaint. Constance takes a deep breath of the warm tea the coatl had placed in front of her, and focuses on warming herself as Veradis bustles around, putting logs into the fireplace and then sighing as he's forced to crouch and click his firestarter over and over again until the sparks finally jump onto the kindling. "I've never been good at starting fires," Veradis laughs, and Constance chuckles along with him. His house borders a grand forest of evergreens, all of them blanketed in snow, and she's beginning to wonder if she's really in the Shifting Expanse anymore. She's never seen those trees before except in books, after all. But as soon as the thought grips her, it slides away, and she's left vaguely confused and frustrated. "You can stay the night, but tomorrow you should be off. You've got people missing you, after all," Constance keeps her tongue in check, though she knows that Veradis is politely trying to be rid of her. It's fine, she did drop on him suddenly, and she'd hate to overstay her welcome. A night in a proper bed should be enough to set her head right, and then she'll go back to.. ...What... What was I doing before waking up here...? The thought lingers with her, as her tea gets cold and she retires -- flees -- to the guest room. The window is cracked open, letting in a draft, so she takes the time to close it and pull the blinds shut. With all the snow on the ground, the reflected moonlight brightens the tundra as though it were still daytime. A good rest will put her head right, surely... She jolts awake to the sound of something slamming open. Constance jerks up, claws sinking into the soft mattress as she gazes up in horror at the thing looming over her. It's almost too big for the room, with shaggy black fur and white eyes that pierce into her soul. Constance presses back against the wall, thankful that the tiny bed was pushed up into a corner instead of in the middle of the room, and her heart skips a beat as the thing rumbles gutturally. "Already marked.. No good..." The thing speaks, in a scratchy, deep voice. Constance knows she should scream, or call for help, or fight, but her entire body is frozen with tension that she can't release, no matter how much she needs to. The beast leans closer to her, nose twitching as it takes a long sniff of her feathers. She shivers involuntarily at the cold breeze that reaches her upon the thing's movements. "You don't remember who you are, do you?" Constance can't even stutter out an argument. The thing's words shake her to her core, and she's left grasping for straws -- she knows who she is! Her name is Constance, and she was born in the Shifting Expanse, to two parents who... With siblings... She worked as a... "Always a bottom feeder, Lethia," The beast reaches out a hand, and cups Constance's head in its massive paw. She trembles and stares into the thing's eyes, and then shuts hers. She doesn't want to see when the thing decides to-- to kill her, or eat her, or whatever it's planning. Maybe this is just a nightmare, and she'll wake up soon. Yes. It must be a nightmare. "Listen to me closely, if you wish to live," It's just a nightmare. "When you wake, you must take my father's firestarter and light the curtains on fire," If it's not, she hopes the beast will make it quick. "When you do, you must run as fast as you can, into the forest behind the cabin," She doesn't want to suffer, even if it's just a nightmare. "Don't go out on the ice sheets, or she'll chase you down and devour you," She can't hold back a whimper of fear. "Do you understand-- By the Icewarden, she already knows I'm here. Destroy the cabin, little dragon, and maybe you'll live." Constance wakes up, tangled in her bedsheets, with her heart beating a mile a minute. The nightmare sticks out in her mind, the voice of the beast still so clear to her... But she's forgetting his warnings by the second, until only a vague notion of fire and running sticks to her. She busies herself getting ready, and then she makes her way to the kitchen, where Veradis is already putting together breakfast. Veradis looks.. Haunted, and exhausted. But he musters up a tiny smile as she seats herself at his small dining table, and he sets a bowl of porridge in front of her. Breakfast is bland and tasteless, but it's warm and Constance makes sure to thank her host extensively. He pulls her aside afterwards and shows her a map of the region, and points her in the direction of the Cloudscrape Crags. If she can make it past the mountains, she can reach the warmer settlements and perhaps catch a late-season ferry to the mainland. It still hurts her head to think that she'd gone to sleep in the Shifting Expanse and woke up at the bottom of the world, but she's got a feeling that she'll only give herself a headache by thinking about it too much. Her eyes are drawn to Veradis's calendar, where that day's date is marked with red ink. She tilts her head and wonders what kind of occasion he's marked down -- perhaps it's an Ice dragon thing? She turns to ask, only to see an unexpected bitterness in Veradis's eyes. "Tonight is when my mate will visit," Veradis explains nothing after that, no matter how much she prods him. In the end, it's better for her to be leaving in the daylight, she'd hate to get between Veradis and his mate. Though... She feels like she's missing something, something important. "Do you two have any kids?" "...No, none." The straps of the pack are a bit loose around her shoulders, but she thanks Veradis profusely for giving her the old bag and filling it with supplies for the long journey ahead. Though there's something distinctly off about the coatl, he still helped her out and didn't leave her to freeze to death out there. Veradis just seems eager to get her out of his home, and ends up practically shoving her outside as she's still trying to thank him. It's cold, out in the Southern Icefield. But the chilly air feels nice in her lungs, and with a surge of confidence, she begins her trek out onto the ice sheets. Something nags in the back of her head, something about that house, but she shakes it off and thinks happier thoughts. Her family will be so happy to see her again! She can't really recall their faces or names, but that's... Normal. Yes. It's normal, it's been so long since she's seen them, after all. ...How long...? It's already midday, wow, the time flies out here! Constance pauses to perch atop a boulder dusted with snow jutting out of the landscape, and rummages through her pack for lunch. The hardtack is, well, hard, but it's filling and she's got a nice view of the mountains in the distance. She'd fly, but her feathers are crusted with ice and she's not sure how to approach such a flight. It's so cold around here, surely there's no updrafts to ride. She glances back, and startles so badly she slips off the boulder. Veradis's cabin is only twenty feet away. Haven't I been walking for half a day? The forest looms behind his cabin, the shadows stark against the white snow. Constance looks back to the mountains, and they're neither closer nor farther than before. Maybe.. It's a mirage? She dusts herself off, and turns away from the cabin. Chasing mirages is a futile effort, so she'll focus on traveling for the mountains, and ignore the weirdness creeping behind her thoughts. It's almost as if she's forgetting something-- The day passes too quickly. She blinks, and the sun is setting, painting the sky in gorgeous shades of pink and orange. It'll be a full moon tonight, and in any other conditions, it'd be the perfect time for Constance to travel during the night. But in the Southern Icefield, the temperature drops fast, and she's soon looking for shelter amongst the uncaring ice before the moon even rises. A glance behind her shows the same mirage of Veradis's cabin, and the woods beyond it. Constance huffs and ignores it, even as her willpower wanes. It's so cold out here, and the cabin looks so warm... Something's nagging at the back of her mind. A warning? But she's long forgotten what to be wary of. The door to the mirage-cabin slams open, and Constance jumps, though she knows it's only a hallucination. Veradis steps outside, holding a lantern high in one hand, and looks amongst the snowbluffs around his cabin. It's just a mirage, it's all just a mirage... Veradis curses as the light shines on Constance. Veradis meets her eyes, and stares deep into her soul. "They both want you," Veradis murmurs to himself, and Constance scrunches her eyes, trying to make sense of his words. What's happening to her? She'd been walking all day, and yet, she's still where she started! It's almost as if.. She can't leave. But that's silly, right? Veradis shudders, and drops his lantern into the snow. The flame flickers wildly, making the shadows dance around them. The coatl clutches his chest and grimaces, and drops to his knees, trembling. "Lethia...?" The name sparks in Constance's mind, and suddenly her conversation with the beast the night before comes rushing back. His warning blares in her mind as she watches Veradis shake in the snow, as though he's holding something inside himself. She looks behind him, at the cabin, and presses her mouth into a tight line. The cabin -- it must be the cabin! It's keeping them both trapped here. She rushes forward and grabs the oil lantern off the ground, and races to the house. Veradis shouts something, but it's lost in the whistling wind as the moon begins to rise behind the trees. Constance slams the door open and heads straight for the curtains, and smashes the glass cage around the lantern flame and then throws the oil lantern at the dusty, velvety fabrics. The curtains catch immediately, and the flame travels up the curtains and licks at the rafter beams. Someone outside begins screaming. Constance doesn't wait for Veradis -- she runs for the backdoor, and flees into the woods behind the cabin. The flickering light of the burning house guides her feet as she runs over the difficult, icy terrain. The screaming turns to howling, and she's not very acquainted with canids, but somehow she can tell that the howling is full of rage. Something is behind her, feet pounding on the forest floor with single-minded determination. Constance runs like the wind, the exhaustion from walking all day only a mere memory, and she's focused purely on escape. This is the part when there's a light in the distance. Some beacon of hope to lead her victoriously home. There is no light. The forest darkens and darkens, and the howling never ceases. Soon, more footfalls join the first set in the chase, and rabid barking joins the mix as two beasts chase her through the woods. She can feel their hot breath on her tailfeathers, just as her foot catches in a root, and she screams as she hits the forest floor. Something large and dark leaps over her, and Constance presses her underbelly into the snow with a sob. She raises her eyes to meet one of the beasts, and she sees a slobbering, hungry brown wolf. A paw presses down on the spot between her wings from behind, and pins her to the ground. "You've wandered too far from home, Lethia," The same deep, scratchy voice from her dream speaks from behind her. "Go back to your home and starve," Nails dig into her back as the paw presses down with more strength. "You've lost this one," The brown wolf meets Constance's eyes, and she notices how thin the wolf seems to be. It's-- actually starving. She can see its ribcage from behind mangy fur, and the beast's spine is pronounced. It holds her gaze for a few moments, and then the wolf turns tail and runs back towards the flickering light that Constance can only presume is Veradis's burning cabin. Hot breath warms her ear as the beast pinning her down sniffs her once again. She squirms under the hold, but she's nowhere near strong enough to dislodge even a single paw. Tears well in the corners of her eyes, and she claws at the frozen ground, despite her helplessness. "For a moment, I thought you'd forgotten my warning," The scratchy voice is right next to her ear. "But you were smart... You did everything you needed to do," The beast shifts more of its weight into the paw pinning her down. Her bones start creaking in protest from the pressure. "I'll be much quicker than Lethia, you won't feel a thing." Something snaps and everything goes black. Notes: -Possessing Veradis -Brings people close to death to her territory in the Southern Icefield, where Veradis is able to find them -Devours anyone on her territory on the full moon by using Veradis as a conduit -In exchange, Lethia is trying to bless Veradis with children -Acheron is trying to sabotage his mother's feedings, and leech off her victims by leading them into the forest so he may devour them himself -Acheron is also driving off/killing Lethia and Veradis's children
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