Amarantha
(#82649522)
atop an endless river
Shade
Curious Parasol
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Energy: 0/50
This dragon’s natural inborn element is Ice.
Female Undertide
This dragon is an ancient breed.
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Personal Style
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Skin
Scene
Measurements
Length
17.55 m
Wingspan
15 m
Weight
4763.09 kg
Genetics
Midnight
Wasp (Undertide)
Wasp (Undertide)
Midnight
Noxtide (Undertide)
Noxtide (Undertide)
Midnight
Sailfin (Undertide)
Sailfin (Undertide)
Hatchday
Breed
Eye Type
Level 1 Undertide
EXP: 0 / 245
STR
6
AGI
5
DEF
8
QCK
6
INT
6
VIT
8
MND
6
Biography
The path to the abyss lies as an endless maze of a river, churning with the torrents of angry souls. It is not the underworld, nor is it purgatory. Unlucky enough, it is something in between. The river is made of unfaithful souls who made contracts with the abyss’ resident being, Azrael, and were not quite lucky enough to catch his attention. Their shattered form made the river a sickening black, and one could keep falling and falling for an eternity if tripped in.
Amarantha was once one of those souls. Dropped in by a broken contract upon her death, she pleaded for a way to live, to survive. Her will was so strong, despite the evil whispers of the river, that it had, fortunately for her, brought notice upon her.
One of Azrael’s followers had seen her. It wasn’t Azrael himself, for Amarantha was not that lucky, but Asmodeus who had took pity on her.
“Please,” Amarantha had gasped out, in the midst of crumbling away.
Asmodeus did not respond, could not respond. He was Azrael’s eyes, and not his ears. Instead, he conjured a small and unassuming boat atop the river, one that miraculously did not sink into the depths of grabby limbs.
Amarantha scrabbled on, breathing smoke and fog and death in. Eyes glittered, crystallized, a mere shadow of the chilling veins of Azrael’s full abilities. Amarantha had been left feeling like half of herself, never truly full. By the time she had gathered herself from the shock of leaving the river, Asmodeus had been long gone.
Amarantha, for the first time since she entered the abyssal river, felt truly alone. Shadows of distressed souls had grasped at the boat, only fragments of memories unwilling to die a permanent death. They never quite touched the boat, as if it was an illusion. Amarantha couldn’t tell if she was dreaming this illusion, as the boat flickered out of existence every once in a while, as if to mock her.
Was this truly the best idea for an eternity? Amarantha couldn’t tell if she wanted this or a permanent death more.
Amarantha was once one of those souls. Dropped in by a broken contract upon her death, she pleaded for a way to live, to survive. Her will was so strong, despite the evil whispers of the river, that it had, fortunately for her, brought notice upon her.
One of Azrael’s followers had seen her. It wasn’t Azrael himself, for Amarantha was not that lucky, but Asmodeus who had took pity on her.
“Please,” Amarantha had gasped out, in the midst of crumbling away.
Asmodeus did not respond, could not respond. He was Azrael’s eyes, and not his ears. Instead, he conjured a small and unassuming boat atop the river, one that miraculously did not sink into the depths of grabby limbs.
Amarantha scrabbled on, breathing smoke and fog and death in. Eyes glittered, crystallized, a mere shadow of the chilling veins of Azrael’s full abilities. Amarantha had been left feeling like half of herself, never truly full. By the time she had gathered herself from the shock of leaving the river, Asmodeus had been long gone.
Amarantha, for the first time since she entered the abyssal river, felt truly alone. Shadows of distressed souls had grasped at the boat, only fragments of memories unwilling to die a permanent death. They never quite touched the boat, as if it was an illusion. Amarantha couldn’t tell if she was dreaming this illusion, as the boat flickered out of existence every once in a while, as if to mock her.
Was this truly the best idea for an eternity? Amarantha couldn’t tell if she wanted this or a permanent death more.
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