Mortis
(#86541813)
Level 9 Skydancer
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Enduring Goblin
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Energy: 50/50
This dragon’s natural inborn element is Arcane.
Male Skydancer
This dragon is hibernating.
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Personal Style
Apparel
Skin
Scene
Measurements
Length
3.82 m
Wingspan
4.59 m
Weight
909.62 kg
Genetics
Latte
Iridescent
Iridescent
Blood
Current
Current
Sanguine
Thylacine
Thylacine
Hatchday
Breed
Eye Type
Level 9 Skydancer
EXP: 15454 / 21526
STR
4
AGI
5
DEF
4
QCK
9
INT
9
VIT
4
MND
9
Biography
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 B I O G R A P H Y
Put. Me. Down! With a sharp grumble he twisted his neck and successfully latched his small, needle-like teeth onto the large talons holding him, tearing a surprised yelp of pain from the beast that had held him. He tumbled onto the ground, fumbling around till he found his shaky footing to face the thing that now stood shaking its wounded claw. From behind him he heard a deep and warm rumble, he turned to look behind him and realized he had tumbled his way beneath another creature, a creature much different to the first. "Cease your amusement," the first creature hissed at the second, who quickly covered her snout with a paw to stifle her laughter. "This one seems to take after his father, wouldn't you agree?" the second motioned to him, and he glanced between the two beasts standing over him. "I..." the first let out a deep sigh, "I suppose this one is... acceptable." The first waved a gloved talon in the air and turned, moving to stand outside the room he was in. As the being left he felt gentle talons grasp him once more, much differently from the harsh and tight grasp of the first time, he turned and looked up at the gentle creature smiling down at him. He could see a deep sorrow in her eyes, he tilted his head in confusion, why was the gentle one sad? "You are quite observant aren't you, little Mortis?" the creature mused, shaking her head with a sigh. "I suppose I should be glad for your company at the least, small one." He let out a small chirp, he wanted the gentle one to be happy. He earned himself another rumble of laughter. He was moved gently back beside the creature, being placed beside four strange round shaped objects. The objects pulsed and oozed with a strange life-like aura, he approached them carefully, stumbling awkwardly over his own feet. He glanced back at the large creature, meeting her gentle and inquisitive gaze, before turning to look back at the strange objects. "Those are your siblings, little Mortis, or at least they will be once they hatch," the gentle beast spoke from behind him, and he tilted his head in confusion. He placed a small gentle talon onto the gooey surface of the object, unsure of what the beast meant by such a statement. He turned to look back at the beast, ensuring he wasn't overstepping the bounds, he did not want the gentle beast to be sorrowful again. He let out a little yelp of surprise when he felt the surface of the object waver before cracking. He jumped back in surprise, did he do that? He didn't mean to hurt the object! "Do not worry, little one, your sibling is simply ready to greet you!" the gentle beast laughed at his reaction, smiling. Sibling? He still didn't know what that meant, and the gentle beast appeared to have caught the look of confusion in his eyes. "A sibling is someone you must protect, and they will protect you in kind. You must always rely on each other, and you will both be stronger for your bond," a gentle talon was placed on his head as he listened to the beast explain, the talon gently ruffled his small feathers, and he let out a little purr of appreciation. That sounded good! He wants a sibling! He turned back towards the strange object, eyes wide in amazement, as the object cracked open. He jumped back in surprise as a small creature fell out of the egg with a displeased grunt. His head whipped around to the gentle beast, it smiled at him reassuringly. "Look, more of your siblings want to meet you!" the gentle beast motioned to two more of the strange objects, both cracking and splitting open to reveal two more little creatures. These are his siblings? Then he will protect them! He puffed out his little chest, bravely stomping around the room as if patrolling for danger. The gentle creature let out a stifled laugh, cleaning up the newly arrived hatchlings. "My brave little Mortis," the gentle one mused, he turned to face it, it appeared to be lost in thought. What about he couldn't even hazard a guess. He tilted his head, observing the three little creatures in the gentle one's arms. They all look like each other. He looked at himself. Why did he look different? "Do not worry little one, you simply take after your father more, these ones take after my appearance. Notice how they look like myself?" the beast motioned to the small ones and then to itself. Father? Is that what the scowling one was? It looked like him. Bigger than him, much bigger, but looked like him for sure. He tilted his head at the gentle beast, what was it then? It was gentle and kind. Father is mean and hurtful. It can't be father as well. The beast noticed the quizzical look in his eyes, and it went to motion to herself, "I am your Mother," he looked at it confused. What's a Mother? If that's what it was then Mother must be gentle and kind. He liked Mother. He let out a satisfied chirp. He was suddenly overwhelmed by a large shadow blocking the light from the doorway, "Have the rest hatched?" It was Father. He took note of the nervous look on Mother's face. Father is mean, why is he back? Mother nodded, "y-yes, three of them." She widened her arms, allowing him full view of the three hatchlings. He took note of Father's disapproving scowl. Father stepped forward, moving past him in a single stride, picking up two of the hatchlings. Father glanced from one to the other, one in each of its talons, and let out a disapproving grunt at their pained squeals. He was hurting Sibling! Suddenly he was scooped up, he turned to complain to the source only to realize it was Mother. She looked at him pleadingly, shaking her head softly, sorrow in her eyes. Why is she stopping him? He will fight Father! Father is hurting Siblings! He turned to see Father place the two small ones back down into the nest. "These three, I do not want to see them around here anymore, they are weak, they will not survive here." "Y-yes, Vampire," Mother spoke softly, nodding in agreement to his demands. "What of the fifth? Where is it?" Father growled, dragging his gaze around the room. "It hasn't hatched yet, I believe it may need hel-" Mother was cut off by Father. "If it cannot even break its shell by itself, it is far too weak, best let it perish now than in the trials. It will be merciful to allow it to perish now rather than succumb to the Plaguebringer's disease," Vampire scoffed, narrowing his eyes at the last egg. Mother said it needed help. Sibling needs help! He will help it. He squealed loudly, wriggling out of Mother's grasp and tumbling onto the floor. Once he found his footing he stomped over to the last object. Last time placing his hand on it made it come out. He reached forward, ignoring the glare his Father gave him and the worried glance his Mother sent his way. "What is Mortis doing? Keep him under check," Father hissed at Mother. He pressed his talons onto the objects surface, he could feel Sibling there. Sibling was trying! He tilted his head, the surface is in the way of Sibling! He pressed against the surface, pushing his small weight onto it. Surface was hard! Frustrated, he leaned over, biting the surface of the object. With a crunch the surface yielded under his force. Mother looked at him with wide eyes, glancing back and forth between him and his Father, "Mortis is just trying to help...." "That hatchling will be weak! It will not survive the trials, save yourself the future grief, Virulence," Father snapped at Mother, but there was more than anger in his voice. Mortis could pick up on that much. Father was sad too. He did not want to help Father, but he would help Mother and Sibling. He jumped back as the surface cracked, the crack split down further and further, till out tumbled a small creature. Much smaller than the others, much smaller than himself. Although, it looked like him! He chirped at it, leaning down with wide yes to gaze at Sibling. Was Sibling okay? Father let out a choked noise, one of conflicting nature. Sibling slowly raised its head to look at him, attempting to stand up. Sibling fell back to the ground with a sorrowful squeal, breaking out of the object must have tired Sibling out, he realized. He sat next to his Sibling, urging it to its feet, albeit shakily. "It will not... survive," Father spoke softly, and moved towards the newest hatchling. He would not let him grab it like Father grabbed him. He jumped to his feet, launching himself between Father and the new Sibling. He bared his little fangs. He will not take Sibling! Mother won't stop him this time! "What is-" his Father stopped, one foot raised staring down at him. "I'll get Mortis," his Mother got to her feet and began to move towards him. He shot his eyes from his Mother to his Father. Mother said to protect Sibling! Why is she trying to stop him from protecting Sibling? Father must be doing this. Father is mean. He hissed, flapping his wings in distress. "I'll... handle the littlest one once you do," his Father spoke with sorrow, causing confusion to build up in him. Why is Father sad about this? Father is the one who tries to take them! His blood felt like it was boiling, why were they doing this? He would not allow it! "No! Protect... Sibling!" he cried his lungs out, attempting to form sounds in a way Father and Mother would understand. His words appear to have had an effect, as both his Mother and his Father were taken aback, they both stopped in their paces. His Mother looked at him with surprise. Father let out a disgruntled growl, turning his head away from all of them. "So be it, then," his Father hurried out of the room, his long tail swishing behind him. He was left alone with his Sibling and Mother. His Mother looked at him, "my little Mortis, your sibling... she is weak. If you truly wish this then you must keep her safe, she will not survive alone." She tapped her nose against his, furrowing her brow with closed eyes before picking up the two of them gently once more, placing them under her wings at her side.
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He gazed up at the oozing mound, narrowing his eyes. He had trained for this, apprenticed under Atasna to harden his resolve, he was not worried about himself. He swung his head around to a small Skydancer stood beside him, his sister, Valentia. Although the clan had tried their best to harder her, she was still frail and weak. He understood now why his parents thought it would be best to let her die before she hatched. It changes nothing, though. He made a promise to his mother that he would protect Valentia, and that is a promise he will uphold. "Come, Valentia, it is time," he spoke reassuringly, placing a wing on his sisters shoulders. She nodded, "yes, brother." He did not miss the scared look in her eyes, nor the way she was shaking as she inched forward to the oozing pit of contagion before them. He could tell she was trying to put on a brave face but she was very well aware of her own frailty. He only hopes the Shade would not prey upon her frailty as she fights through the Trials, he could not bare the thought of having to strike down his own sister - the one he swore he would protect - due to Shade corruption. He shook his head, his sister was physically weak, yes, but her mentality was strong. He needs to trust in her, if she senses his doubt it will only hurt her chances at survival. He stepped forward, standing by her side, they both crested the top of the cauldron. They gazed down at the oozing plague below them, somewhere in there the Plaguebringer resided. They could only hope and pray she would find them worthy and bestow upon them her touch. "We will wait here, this is the location Father described," he turned to look at his sister, nodding to her in affirmation. "It is... very close to the wound... Is this safe?" Valentia whimpered, looking to him. "It is where Father undertook the Trials. He will not accept any less. Knowing him, we are being watched through that cursed familiar of his, he will know if we take an easier route," he explained, glancing around the scene. "Of course, I'm just..." she trailed off, shifting her talons around in the crimson soil. "I know, Valentia," he sat down beside her, placing a gentle talon on her shoulders. Now all there was to do was wait. __________ He let out a choked sound, his body felt like it was on fire and frozen in ice at the same time, he blinked to clear out his watering eyes. The Plaguebringer had found him worthy three days after their arrival. However, his concern was pointed to his sister. She lay beside him, heaving heavily, talons digging into the soil. To his surprise, the Plaguebringer had touched his sister on the first day. She must have found his sister's will to survive against the odds impressive, now they must see if she can suppress the disease. He was well on his way to suppressing it, feint slashes beginning to appear on his spine, but his sister was a constant roller-coaster. One moment she would appear to conquer it and be recovering, and the next she would be on the ground seizing and heaving once again. "I am here, I am with you, Valentia," he choked out, placing his wing on her spine, the effort of moving tired him out instantly. He resigned to lay beside her, gazing out over the Wyrmwound, he cannot help her more than simply showing he is there. He blinked, then looked around, confused. Why was it dark? He was just sitting beside his sister, it was midday, the scorching heat of the sun acting as salt in the wound as they underwent the trials. Something was off. Wrong. "She will not survive. She will die. Die! Death! Make a deal, yes a deal! We can saaaave her. You will be strong. Strooonggerrr. Your father will be proud. She will live? Yes live!" voices overwhelmed his mind, granting him a splitting headache. The voices were grating on his ears, a cacophony of sounds and screams. The Shade. He shook his head, attempting to shake out the voices, slamming his eyes shut. He would not listen! All this time he had been worried about his sister being approached by the Shade, never had the thought crossed his mind that the Shade would prey upon his doubts and worries instead and approach him. He hissed in frustration, slamming his talons into the ground. The ground? He could feel the dirt, the same dirt he was on before. It was still there, focus on that. Pull yourself out of this. He flexed his talons, feeling the way the warm soil ran between his toes, coating his feet in dirt. He scowled, emptying his mind of any thoughts besides that. The soil of the Wyrmwound, the Scarred Wasteland, that is where he is. It is midday, the sun is scorching, the warmth is on his back. "B-brother, help.." his eyes shot open, before him lay his sister. Blood pooling around her, dripping from her jaws and her eyes. Shadows coalesced around, wreathing over the bloodied corpse. "Do not show me this!" he slammed his tail down harshly, the shadows seemed to scatter in response before returning. Focus on the earth, the sun, the smells. The sour stench of the Wyrmwound, the oozing pit. Listen to the bubbles popping, the liquid sizzling below. Feel the soil between your talons. Feel the sun baring down on your spine. Focus, Mortis, focus. "Brother..?" "Leave me be!" he shot his eyes open and swung around, only to stop mid stance as his eyes took in his surroundings. The Wyrmwound was back, his sister stood before him. She had flinched backwards, looking concerned, gazing up at him. "Brother?" she spoke softly. "I... I'm back?" he questioned, then sighed. Then he shot his head up. His eyes. Were they still normal? "Valentia, my eyes, are they different?" he spoke in panic, nervously flexing his claws into the earth. "N-no they look the same as they always have... Brother you're scaring me," she whimpered, looking smaller than ever before. He sighed in relief, relaxing his tense body. The Shade left him alone, thank the Plaguebringer. It was only then that the situation dawned on him. His sister was not laying on the ground, she was stood up, she was not heaving or seizing. He dragged his gaze over her spine, crimson slashes ran down her spine, he lowered his head. She had passed the second Trial. He turned and looked at himself, similar crimson slashes coated his spine. He had as well, that must be why the Shade had left him so suddenly, right in the nick of time. Only the third Trial remained. "Simply a bad dream, I am sorry for scaring you, Valentia," he smiled at her, best not to tell her what had truly happened lest it shake her resolve. She would need it for what comes next. He knows she is a gentle soul, much like their mother. It would be difficult for her to inflict a disease on an innocent creature. They must, however, lest they be resigned to being a Necroservus. He motioned to her to follow him down the Wyrmwound, it is unlikely they would find any critters this close to the oozing pit. They wove their way down through bones and rot, twisting vines and roots making their way down the Rotrock Rim quite a task in and of itself. They paused in a clearing, coming face to face with a young Mirror. It appeared to be hunting, finding little success without the support of a pack. He tilted his head, it is strange to find a Mirror by itself, he did not sense any others nearby. The Mirror sensed them suddenly, whipping around with teeth bared, flaring out its wings. "Brother, it's another dragons.. we can't.. surely you aren't?" Valentia spoke softly, tugging on his arm gently with her hands, trying to urge him onwards. "We're on a time limit, Valentia, we may not find much else. Look at it, by the look of those ribs it cannot find anything here either," he whispered back at her, not taking his gaze off of the dragon before them. He shook her hand off, moving methodically towards the young Mirror, circling around so the dragon was between him and his sister. This way its escape was cut off, the young Mirror realized too late, he launched himself at the smaller dragon. "Brother, no!" Valentia cried, shrinking herself down and looking away as the fight began. He slammed into the Mirror before it could react, pinning the much weaker dragon to the ground. It was half-starved, it would not be able to put up a fight. It was cruel, but they had no time, he would protect his sister no matter the cost. The Mirror attempted to struggle, letting out pained cries, it was too weak to escape though. He touched his talon to its chest, releasing the plague contained inside him into the Mirror below him, that much was easy enough. The real test was whether he could remove it. A willing subject may have been much simpler, but they did not have time to find one. The dragon below him began to heave and choke at the disease ravaged its already weakened body. He took a deep breath, now was the moment of truth. Replacing his talon on the Mirror's chest, he focused, feeling the plague. He sensed how it ran through the Mirror's veins. He thought of it as a rope, he must simply pull the rope back, pull it back out of the Mirror. With some significant effort, the disease began to recede from the Mirror. The disease and plague returning, flowing back into his body from the body of his victim. He sighed in relief. The Mirror lay below him, panting heavily from the ordeal, unaware it was not yet over. "Valentia, you must do the same," Mortis stepped away from the Mirror, it was far too weak to get up and run now anyway. "No! I can't!" she whined. "Valentia, he will not die. If you cannot pull the Plague from him I will do so, then we can take him to a nearby clan to be nursed back to health," he reassured her. He knows it is cruel, he didn't like the idea either but they had to do it! She whimpered, moving up to the Mirror slowly, "promise we'll help him after?" "I promise," he nodded. She gently placed a talon on the Mirror's body, he could see her furrow her brow, trying to focus. Nothing was happening, he tilted his head at her. He noted how her talon was shaking, she was still hesitant, too hesitant to do this. She needed to resolve herself. He stood in silence, watching her, time passed slowly. She was whimpering, trying hard to expel the Plague into the Mirror. "Valentia... the longer you take to inflict it the less time we have to get this Mirror the help it needs," he whispered softly to her, and her eyes widened. "I...I understand," she shut her eyes, focusing as hard as possible. The Mirror wreathed in pain as the plague entered its body once more. As soon as the Plague had entered its body Valentia instantly withdrew it, he widened his eyes in surprise. She may struggle to inflict the Plague, but she seems quite gifted at withdrawing it. He supposes it makes sense when he thinks about it. "We gotta go find it help, now!" Valentia ripped her gaze up to him, he nodded in response. He picked up the Mirror, placing it on his back, they both took off from the ground. He dragged his gaze across the Scarred Wasteland below. Surely there was a Plague clan nearby the Wyrmwound. His gaze landed on a patrol, he motioned to his sister to stay hidden as they landed. Observing the patrol's pathing, he gently and quietly moved forward, placing the Mirror down in a location on their route. Retreating behind a large skeletal spine where his sister sat, they watched as the patrol came across the Mirror, exchanging glances and speaking to each other. One of them picked up the Mirror, retreating back the way they came. "See, they'll take care of him," he nodded, turning to his sister. "I hope he'll be okay..." Valentia spoke quietly. "I'm sure he will, let us head back and tell Father and Mother of our success," he gave her a gentle push to get her on her feet before they began the journey back towards the Starfall Isles. |
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