Vyrum
(#79499586)
The Captain with Many Names
Familiar
Violet of Trickmurk
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Energy: 48/50
This dragon’s natural inborn element is Plague.
Female Guardian
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Personal Style
Apparel
Skin
Scene
Measurements
Length
12.95 m
Wingspan
15.43 m
Weight
8297.88 kg
Genetics
Obsidian
Basic
Basic
Mulberry
Seraph
Seraph
Violet
Basic
Basic
Hatchday
Breed
Eye Type
Level 12 Guardian
EXP: 12892 / 38956
STR
17
AGI
6
DEF
8
QCK
10
INT
5
VIT
50
MND
6
Lineage
Parents
- none
Offspring
- none
Biography
W I S H L I S T
L O R E
Trigger Warning: Death
"Do you have any idea what it means to be a fugitive?"
Vyrum's expression sours at the question, unsure what to make of her partner's words. It's certainly not something she's ever considered in all seriousness, but it had truthfully been resting on her mind as of late. They were not welcome here. As much as Vyrum hated to admit it, it was true. They didn't fit in with the neighboring Clans in their Flight, or rather they refused to conform to them the more they learned about what was considered 'normal'.
They treated them with animosity as it became more and more apparent that they were outliers. Perhaps what kept them in the Plague Flight for so long was the small sliver of hope that it would get better. Some days, their abode was spared of any vandalism or wreckage, but other days weren't as lucky. Be it livestock escaping with evident traces of another dragon's touch or burning flames lit to sheds, a decision had to be made sooner rather than later.
"Vyrum. What is it that keeps you attached to Wyrmwound? We've left Blight Sanctum and Hellwell Undercroft once already, what will another time do to us?"
"...I just-"
"You just what? We can't stay here for much longer, lest we become the next stars of a movie on territorial wars. One without salvation, no matter how many titles you've accumulated from your days as a warrior."
"You don't understand, Terrian. I've had to watch my subjects die under my command, but what frustrates me more is that none of the families they belonged to have blamed me, vouching for the fact that they wanted to support the cause. If I don't carry on their legacy, then all the damage done is just... damage."
Terrian sighs at Vyrum's stubbornness. Maybe it is for the better that he tags along with her plans for the time being. While the recent raid left a dent in their Treasure funds in order to repair the damages, it would at least be some time until they sprang another ambush on them. After all, he knew well that they were the types to wait until grief would overwhelm them best.
Except that assumption was wrong.
Vyrum could only watch silently in despair when she stumbled back to the Clan, wavering prayers clinging to her tongue that it was only an attempt on her life, that the dragons she grew up with and eventually took over would be fine, that she would take the brunt of any schemes and jokes plotted against them.
Despite her training to remain calm when faced with turmoil, all of it was for naught on this day. The massacre left hardly any survivors, regardless of age or physical condition. It was an oversight on all of their parts, comfort insinuated by the foolish belief that they wouldn't suddenly change ways, or it was pure, fortunate coincidence that they don't attack for a while after each incident.
"We have to keep moving, Vyrum. If the rest of us don't make it out of here, our Clan might as well be wiped off the face of Sornieth at this rate. Forget the belongings that aren't essential and pack."
Terrian's voice eventually begins to fade out the more Vyrum heard hollering and crying in the background. Was this all she amounted to? The hollow shell of a dragon that couldn't even live up to a Guardian's name?
Reluctant and shaky feet move themselves mindlessly when Terrian ushers her to hurry up once more while the dragons that were still capable of flying assisted the injured but alive to a safer location. Everything happened in a flash. From fleeing Plaguebringer's territory to causing a ruckus with prying eyes around other regions, it was difficult finding an inn or place to stay that would house dragons with unknown backgrounds.
They were few in number now, the memories of those lost retained in keepsakes and magical artifacts that were selected and picked up in a hurry. Sleepless nights went by for Vyrum in search of unclaimed land, even when Terrian offered suggestions to give it a rest for a day. Whether it was responsibility or guilt that left her awake at night, she didn't dare to tell a soul. Not with every decision haunting her long after.
Would it have turned out for the better if she listened to Terrian sooner? Was it her emotional attachment to her home? The foolish courage of hers that believed they could overcome any hurdle?
Vyrum can't say anymore. No, rather she refused to.
One could call it a stroke of fortune when the Earth Flight welcomed Vyrum and her Clan in spite of their vague answers when dragons inquired about their background. It was a struggle to get back on their feet, but slowly but surely, they rebuilt their foundations from the ground up.
Vyrum and Terrian grew a habit of covering their eyes when they ventured outside of the Clan, unwilling to reveal their origins to those that they didn't trust wholeheartedly. It was when Vyrum finally worked up enough courage to advocate for a new cause that their Clan was fully revitalized with a new spirit.
Those that were adventurous could join them in a fleet Vyrum formed to traverse the oceans in search of new companions. If she couldn't revive the dead, then she would at least honor their wishes to grow the Clan and build a haven for the lost and wandering.
Even if it's just a little, Vyrum felt like she could finally breathe in her own skin again.
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L O R E
Trigger Warning: Death
"Do you have any idea what it means to be a fugitive?"
Vyrum's expression sours at the question, unsure what to make of her partner's words. It's certainly not something she's ever considered in all seriousness, but it had truthfully been resting on her mind as of late. They were not welcome here. As much as Vyrum hated to admit it, it was true. They didn't fit in with the neighboring Clans in their Flight, or rather they refused to conform to them the more they learned about what was considered 'normal'.
They treated them with animosity as it became more and more apparent that they were outliers. Perhaps what kept them in the Plague Flight for so long was the small sliver of hope that it would get better. Some days, their abode was spared of any vandalism or wreckage, but other days weren't as lucky. Be it livestock escaping with evident traces of another dragon's touch or burning flames lit to sheds, a decision had to be made sooner rather than later.
"Vyrum. What is it that keeps you attached to Wyrmwound? We've left Blight Sanctum and Hellwell Undercroft once already, what will another time do to us?"
"...I just-"
"You just what? We can't stay here for much longer, lest we become the next stars of a movie on territorial wars. One without salvation, no matter how many titles you've accumulated from your days as a warrior."
"You don't understand, Terrian. I've had to watch my subjects die under my command, but what frustrates me more is that none of the families they belonged to have blamed me, vouching for the fact that they wanted to support the cause. If I don't carry on their legacy, then all the damage done is just... damage."
Terrian sighs at Vyrum's stubbornness. Maybe it is for the better that he tags along with her plans for the time being. While the recent raid left a dent in their Treasure funds in order to repair the damages, it would at least be some time until they sprang another ambush on them. After all, he knew well that they were the types to wait until grief would overwhelm them best.
Except that assumption was wrong.
Vyrum could only watch silently in despair when she stumbled back to the Clan, wavering prayers clinging to her tongue that it was only an attempt on her life, that the dragons she grew up with and eventually took over would be fine, that she would take the brunt of any schemes and jokes plotted against them.
Despite her training to remain calm when faced with turmoil, all of it was for naught on this day. The massacre left hardly any survivors, regardless of age or physical condition. It was an oversight on all of their parts, comfort insinuated by the foolish belief that they wouldn't suddenly change ways, or it was pure, fortunate coincidence that they don't attack for a while after each incident.
"We have to keep moving, Vyrum. If the rest of us don't make it out of here, our Clan might as well be wiped off the face of Sornieth at this rate. Forget the belongings that aren't essential and pack."
Terrian's voice eventually begins to fade out the more Vyrum heard hollering and crying in the background. Was this all she amounted to? The hollow shell of a dragon that couldn't even live up to a Guardian's name?
Reluctant and shaky feet move themselves mindlessly when Terrian ushers her to hurry up once more while the dragons that were still capable of flying assisted the injured but alive to a safer location. Everything happened in a flash. From fleeing Plaguebringer's territory to causing a ruckus with prying eyes around other regions, it was difficult finding an inn or place to stay that would house dragons with unknown backgrounds.
They were few in number now, the memories of those lost retained in keepsakes and magical artifacts that were selected and picked up in a hurry. Sleepless nights went by for Vyrum in search of unclaimed land, even when Terrian offered suggestions to give it a rest for a day. Whether it was responsibility or guilt that left her awake at night, she didn't dare to tell a soul. Not with every decision haunting her long after.
Would it have turned out for the better if she listened to Terrian sooner? Was it her emotional attachment to her home? The foolish courage of hers that believed they could overcome any hurdle?
Vyrum can't say anymore. No, rather she refused to.
One could call it a stroke of fortune when the Earth Flight welcomed Vyrum and her Clan in spite of their vague answers when dragons inquired about their background. It was a struggle to get back on their feet, but slowly but surely, they rebuilt their foundations from the ground up.
Vyrum and Terrian grew a habit of covering their eyes when they ventured outside of the Clan, unwilling to reveal their origins to those that they didn't trust wholeheartedly. It was when Vyrum finally worked up enough courage to advocate for a new cause that their Clan was fully revitalized with a new spirit.
Those that were adventurous could join them in a fleet Vyrum formed to traverse the oceans in search of new companions. If she couldn't revive the dead, then she would at least honor their wishes to grow the Clan and build a haven for the lost and wandering.
Even if it's just a little, Vyrum felt like she could finally breathe in her own skin again.
Written with Regxlia
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