Chouette

Let this demon rot away Tell your friends that I'm dead They won't even care They won't even stop to mourn me _____________________________ ∞CHOUETTE ___________________ ====he/they/she ___________________ ==androgynous male Constantly perceived as female, maybe due to his feminine voice, maybe due to his delicacy. Nevertheless, he doesn't mind. They may be right. ╭━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━╮ symbol Brown Daredevil Cover Apparel It is said that the wearer of this eye cover gains unfailing courage in exchange for his or her vision. 0 familiar Redtail Gryphon Familiar These nocturnal gryphons seek shelter by day and stalk riverbanks by night. 1950 ╰━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━╯ ===éminence grise At first he considered choosing some more distinguished familiar as an indication of his ambition. Yet he has become fond of redtail gryphon, resisting desert climate, staying clear from the sunlight, elegant and brave predator, wings marked with warning sign. Just like him. With the lights out it's less dangerous I feel stupid and contagious Here we are now entertain us ________________________________ He was born with sickness, called by him 'glass flesh'. His rotting body was fragile, but his will was strong and he clung to life. Stripped of fear he took the trials and Mother's blessing overcame the weakness. No, plague didn't heal him. Instead it gave him strength to coexist with illness. However, light sensitivity remains, making him almost blind in the daytime..., although it doesn't prevent him from listening to whispers of the Goddess. Several dragons taking trials at the same time have gone missing. He might or might not has yeeted them into the Soup for some reason. Depends who's asking.

Golden Sage Cover Apparel Layers of expensive gilded fabric make for a golden sage! 1600 Sharpened Deadwood Branch Organics The wood is brittle and crumbles into flakes if improperly handled. 42 Scarlet Yuccaweave Dragonmade Though practical, this deep red-colored rope can stain fabrics pink if stored together. 41 Redtail Crane Meat Mimicking the plumage of redtail gryphons ensures that river predators will steer clear of this trickster. 24 2

Not member of the clan, just the guest (with the own lair), since he's always freely roaming around the Scarred Wasteland, not wasting time to hunt or be helpful in any other way. However, he has an impact on the Olruks through hiding in the Lazurille's shadow.
Although not as devoted as his mother, he still is a loyal servant to Her Plagueness. As the Necromancer Oracle, his main duty is to make sure that clan led by arcanites' descendant follows Mother's will.

All his flesh was burning. He laid on the dry red ground, closed his eyes and relaxed all muscles, trying to cut himself of the pain. He wanted to sing a prayer, but his lips wouldn't move. He imagined how it feels to be dead. Nothing to feel, nothing to do. He will just sleep here for a while..
He felt spiritual touch of hand on his back - rough and cold like his own. He sighed softly, soothed. 'Plague, I've been enduring for all this time but now it seems that this is my limit. I don't have enough strength to carry plague. I will never survive. I hope that my body will reincarnate into something better. I hope a dragon in this body will live a satisfying life' he thought. 'Thank you, that I could live in your embrace. Are you telling me it is alright to die now? That I can vanish fulfilled?'
'Fool-filled' he heard wrathful hiss. He felt the hand clenches, iron talons sting his skin.
His eyes went wide.
And thus, he passed the trials.

'We are not meant to wear a crown. We are harbingers of Her will. Aristocracy among Plaguelings. Nothing less and nothing more. You should be grateful Mother acknowledged your determination and let you live' said Руина heartily. Still young, yet fairly sagacious. She wasn't going to criticize his way of life, since there is no one right way, the more colors of dragons the merrier. She just wanted to make sure he is aware of possible paths to become better. However, her way of seeing life was quite orthodox. Chouette only raised his head higher arrogantly. He was born without even right to live. He quickly learned that he won't get anything if he won't take it himself. And soon taking has become his only pleasure. 'I'm a magpie. When I see something bright, I take it' he replied nonchalantly.

'Death is a gift, don't ask Plaguebringer for more. We stand above Necroservi because we can withdraw plague.'
'You ain't a priestess. You think you can understand Plaguebringer? You can't even understand dragons' he hissed.
'You on the other hand seem to understand them pretty well. And still not only don't care about their feelings, you even hurt them on purpose.'
Yes, he understood. Although he got used to parring harsh words with sarcasm, this shell couldn't work on others' pain. Sensitivity felt like blade piercing his heart. It kept him awake when he tried to sleep. This precious feeling, yet another manifestation of his nobility. That sense of bond never held him back, instead it gave him another worthy option. But now he just gritted his teeth. No one had to know. He had to keep up facade of merciless villain.
He smiled ironically. 'What can I do? I ain't even a living dragon. Mere wraith of the dragon who never had been born.' Then he sighed and continued gently but assertively. 'You're all about getting stronger. And this is my method. I don't have physical strength, speed, stamina or endurance.'
'What about agility and good balance?' She was right, Chouette wasn't that weak. He just looked for an excuse why he prefered to use other strengths.
He ignored Руина's words. 'And I can't train body which is already dead. All I have is sharp mind and questionable morality' for a while on his face crept stray smirk belonging to distant events. He swallowed it quickly.
'I see' she turned her head toward the Wyrmwound thoughtfully. 'Although you don't listen to Plaguebringer, she actually speaks to you. Even if you are not textbook example of Necromancer, She seems to find you worthy anyway. So I want mind either. As long as there is life and death and progress, world can keep on turning.' Blood dripping on stone altar resounded in the lair. He was listening with his breath held, sitting motionlessly in front of the prey impaled on ceremonial owl sculpture. It was chiseled in birch wood, onyx eyes, wings made of white antlers carved with intricate pattern. Or rather it would be white if there was any light in the cavern. That didn't matter. Neither he nor Plaguebringer needed light.
Plink. Plink. Quiet and monotonous, it sounded like humming.
He used to use spinous process of the skeleton at the cave labyrinth entrance for divinations. But he was washing up markings and staining herbs, so Руина asked Rudan to make a sculpture. Barn owl, veiled face, nocturnal eyesight, keen hearing. No wonder Руина has chosen them for his spirit animal.
Eventually, he exhaled and stood up. Plague has marked out a path for him. Time to set off. As he paced wasted lands, his eyes were open behind the daredevil cover, but all he could see was a difference between shadow and light dimmed by the fabric. However, this land was the creation of the Mother who he knew so well. It was full of plague, which resonated with the one in him. He could sense pulsating membranes and pools of disease, he knew the way how withered trees curve and paths of rats sneaking around. The Goddess's hand was guiding him.
He tried to move smoothly, not showing how sore his muscles were after yesterday's duel with Sholl. High above he was hearing flutter of Haematoma's wings. She was so lively and fast, Choette felt her joy as if he could fly like that himself. 'Are you gonna judge me by that? I have many other qualities.'
'You brought me to tears. Caused by yawning.'

Kobari ______________ Sharptooth ______________

Kishna ______________ | | | | | | | | | | | | Raiteme ______________ | | | Aqiaosc ______________

______________ | | | | | | Ruina | | | Chouette

Kobari ______________ | | | ______________

Kishna ______________