Peryite
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The Pestilent Advisor
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Personal Style
Apparel
Skin
Scene
Measurements
Length
4.75 m
Wingspan
5.43 m
Weight
683.23 kg
Genetics
Soil
Ripple
Ripple
Ivory
Current
Current
Gold
Opal
Opal
Hatchday
Breed
Eye Type
Level 7 Skydancer
EXP: 2422 / 11881
STR
4
AGI
5
DEF
5
QCK
10
INT
35
VIT
5
MND
20
Biography
Peryite the Pestilent
Queen's Adviser Cold | Impatient | Judgmental Mate: Susan Previous Mates: Biloselhi, Sangsorra, "Susan" Art: by Tannos Story featuring Peryite |
"He does have a certain kind of style, though, holds himself to rigorous standards, same as everyone else. Formalities must be endlessly attended to. He has no use for sloppy or unhelpful creatures." - Otreus the Companion The Path of the Pestilent Son of the Scout Peryite was born to Kawosa, a nature dragon scout in a lair in the Abiding Bonyard, when she was forced to seek shelter for herself and her new young with a clan there. Though he closely resembles his mother (more so than his two sisters), the nature and location of his birthplace made him in tune with the Plaguebringer, and somewhat her opposite. In his youth he did not care much for the company of the rest of the clan, preferring to spend his time wandering the boneyard below his clan's mountain. He did enjoy the company of his mother, though this wasn't always terribly obvious as his way of enjoying company was to sit at a great distance from the person in silence. Indeed, the dragons he liked best were the ones he could sit with in silence, with nothing much expected of him in the way of conversation. He did not get along with his siblings. He looked down on them, feeling they were weak and not much like him. This wasn't entirely true - his disposition tended towards arrogant, and he often quarreled with his sisters, who were ever eager to gang up on him when he picked fights. His displeasure with his sisters spread to be displeasure with the remote clan as a whole. "It is more than mere frustration. They make me ache - a throbbing in my deep tissues. My heart beats in time with a different song than theirs and their heartbeats strike me like a dozen hammers. This way. This way. This way. They beat. But it cannot be. It will not be This Way." |
This displeasure blossomed when he learned of talk and preparations that the clan would be moving to a different territory. The idea of leaving the Wastelands filled the young dragon with a terrible dread, and shortly after, he left his clan instead. Finding Home Although he rarely speaks, he is well spoken. He speaks with a gentle voice and even tone, such that, if one is not paying close attention, one might easily miss his words. During silent company, he sits and composes words, but does not share them often. These compositions are most frequently harsh judgment of others. Even those he does like are subject to his abrasive and silent words. These compositions are cast out through his red eyes - almost always stern and uninviting. Almost as uninviting a gaze as the Basilisk he keeps. |
He was discovered like this - a young Skydancer perched with grace and style on a jutting spire of calcium deposits, overlooking a passing band of hunting Mirrors. Two in this band were at the back - humping along with injuries. How dire those injuries were he could not tell at that distance. "The weak may have nothing to offer but themselves, but oh they offer that so grandly." In his head he composed a flowing and rolling Eulogy for each. Praising their teeth and claws and eyes. Praising the insects and parasites they hosted in and on their bodies. Praising the earth for taking them back and spawning newer and better from their remains. He did not notice the Mirror that was not with the band - the one that had slinked up his hidden perch and sat below him. He did not notice until she spoke to him. "What beautiful songs you make. It would seem a shame for them not to perish now." "There can be no shame in that, for all things will someday perish, and be given over." At his response, she was inclined to speak to him. So she did, at length, while he sat in silence. He did not need to speak, it seemed, for she knew all the right things to say. As she spoke she came to sit beside him. He listened to her and with her closeness detected the beat of her heart. This way. This way. This way. With his. So he joined Minstri, and found her very worthy. |
Turmoil In the eyes of Peryite, Minstri never stopped being worthy. Her clan was simply too weak. She was ruthless and strong and unforgiving. He watched in hateful silence as her clan disintegrated around her. He stood by her side and whispered words of encouragement. Could these fools not see her? Could they not feel her? How could they not understand what she was? Eventually, the day came that she drove everyone out. Peryite was the last to leave. Sengir, a black and red Skydancer he had come to call his brother, waited for him outside the lair. They departed together in silence... and then they departed each other. Peryite eventually found shelter in a new lair, and the dragons there left him in peace enough for his taste. The Return Minstri eventually returned to her lair and a new life was poured into those around her. She did not send for him directly, but he heard of her and knew it was time for him to return home. When he did return he found an interesting change. The ridgeback, Bloodstone, had previously been her enforcer and lieutenant. But Bloodstone did not return. Nor did Sengir return. the Blood Queen's right side was left unguarded and without words, he took that place. His boldness surprised the new clan that had sprung up around Minstri, but when she did not strike him down they understood - that place was meant for him. |
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For Love, Bitterness After The Return, the clan's numbers grew quickly. One of the early newcomers was the Spiral, Biloselhi. She served as a spy for the clan - a master at hiding, scouting, and gathering information. For reasons no one could divine, Peryite was taken with her. On the few times when neither were required to act in service to their queen, Peryite would sit with her, while she spun and twirled and danced, singing and jabbering at him, all the things she had seen, and learned. Part of this was because she answered directly to him - as it was his job to access the information she returned with, and relay that information back to Minstri. Still, they were not bound by mere profession. Peryite never spoke of Biloselhi to anyone else, although those with a sharp set of eyes and half a brain knew he held her in high regard. Biloselhi was the Eyes of Peryite. His fire-eyed love. He became covetous and required she wear a set of goggles to conceal those eyes from anyone else. "Your eyes burn with such fire - they are a profane beauty here. Take these and cover them, I will be the only one to look upon that fire. Yes - that is in much better taste." One evening Minstri came to Peryite and told him that Biloselhi was to be killed. She had stolen scrolls from the library. Peryite turned to his queen, and she saw heartbreak in his eyes. After a time of them sitting in silence - without Peryite needing to speak to make a petition against her will - she relented. "She will be dead to our Mother then. You will cast her out." "It will be so."
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