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Aine

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Level 6 Skydancer

Familiar

Cursed Bat

Energy: 0/50

Personal Style

Apparel

Skin

Scene

Physical Attributes

Battle Stats

Measurements

Length

3.22 m

Wingspan

5.92 m

Weight

742.45 kg

Genetics

Maroon
Pinstripe

Obsidian
Current

White
Underbelly

Hatchday

Dec 16, 2014
(9 years)

Breed

Adult
Skydancer

Eye Type

Arcane
Common

Level 6 Skydancer

EXP: 1182 / 8380

STR

AGI

DEF

QCK

INT

VIT

MND

Lineage

Parents

none

Offspring

none

Biography

Áine

Romantic | Brave | Rebellious | Kind | Scarred

Likes: roses, peace, generosity, tea
Dislikes: armors, violence, arguments, blood

"Sed mulier cupido quod dicit amanti in vento et rapida scribere oportet aqua."
(But what a woman says to her lover it is best to write in the wind and in the swiftly flowing water)
-Catullus

"Omnia vincit amor, et nos cedamus amori."

Ah'kahmet the Terrible

A heartless and cold monster feared by many. Some say she was the spawn of the devil himself. She terrorized every land she stepped on. Thousands of lives have been shed under her claws. She rejoiced in her preys' deaths and drank their blood.

Áine was once a bloodlusty guardian warrior who killed without mercy. Her heart used to be hollow and empty. However, ever since knowing the emotion love, she has had a radical change of heart.

No longer wanting to live her old life, the guardian asked to be turned into a skydancer. A breed she had always thought to be gentle and elegant. Though she could change her appearance, she could never rid of the scars on her wings. It is a mark of her dark past. A regret she'd forever live with.

Now, her past is something she rather not talk about. It was a shameful moment of her life. She likes to enjoy and live in the present.

Other notes about her:
-Áine's wings were once badly injured in battle. The scars on it will never heal. She has a hard time flying because of this and rarely do so unless necessary.

-Áine abhors armors and weapons. It reminds her of who she once was. Flashbacks of it come into her mind. She avoids seeing it as much as she can.

-For some odd reason, bats are attracted to her. Maybe it's because she has lived hiding in caves most of her life. Either way she finds it amusing and even cute.

The Tale of Ah'kahmet

Áine was born as Ah'kahmet in the barren lands of the Scarred Wasteland. She wasn't born as a skydancer but as a fierce-looking guardian. She didn't have any family nor friends. She simply hatched as an abandoned arcane egg.

It was a miracle that she survived the wilderness. The Plaguelands was not a friendly place especially to hatchlings. Ah'kahmet got by with eating scrapes, occasionally stealing food from travelers, and even resorting to eat dust at extreme famine. There were times where she experienced near death situations, but she wasn't about to give up. This dragon was a fighter by heart. Her eyes held a terrifying courage within them.

As she grew older and larger as a guardian, she experienced her first fight...and kill. It was a pretty ordinary day. Ah'kahmet was out and about looking for food, minding her own business. It was then that she was ambushed by a group of bandits. They demanded treasure and food. Both of which she did not have. When she couldn't give it to them, they attempted to chain her down. The black market would appreciate a young flesh.

Of course, Ah'kahmet was not about to let them have their way. At first, she was on the losing side because she was severely outnumbered. They were able to beat her and chain her down. Bloodied and bruised, the guardian glared at her assailants. No, she wasn't about lose. She wasn't a weakling. She hated the feeling of losing.

Though still young, she was still a powerful guardian. Adrenaline rushed in her blood, and she was able to break out of the chains. In self-defense, she unintentionally ripped out the throat of one bandit. Blood gushed out, soaking her maw in crimson color. The other bandits, now scared of her strength, ran away immediately.

The taste of blood snapped something in her. She enjoyed its metallic taste. The feeling of overpowering someone excited and thrilled her, making her pupils dilate. So this was the feeling of killing? She enjoyed it. She wanted more of it.

Ever since that moment, Ah'kahmet had transformed into a terrifying beast. She shed blood in every place she went to. She never wanted to experience the feeling of losing. No, she would be the one to overpower them. The thrill of a kill was addicting. The sight of her prey's fear and terror. She couldn't get enough of it.

There was an experience, however, that changed her forever.

It happened one dark and rainy night. The pouring rain was crashing heavily down on her. There was no shelter to be found anywhere. Nobody could defeat her, but the weather was a different enemy to fight.

Her vision started to blurred. She was starting to feel the chills. Is this how she was going to die? With the rain beating down on her? It was pathetic. Even more so that she couldn't do anything about it. The next thing she knew everything went dark.

Warm. It was very warm. The feeling was very comforting. Where was it coming from?

Ah'kahmet groggily opened her eyes. She was alive? How? In front of her was a slow kindling fire. Mmm, its warmth felt good.

"So you're finally awake, dearie," a voice suddenly spoke out.

By instinct, Ah'kahmet immediately stood defensively and growled at the stranger. "Who are you?" To her surprise, she came face to face with an old female skydancer.

"Now, now, dearie. None of that is going to scare me. Let's put away our fangs and claws now, shall we? Rest up some more. I'm sure you must be tired and cold out in that storm," the old one calmly said, practically unfazed by her fierceness. She continued on stirring something that smelled good in a pot.

"You rescued me?" she replied in disbelief. Didn't she know who she was? "But I'm-"

"Let me make one thing clear, my dear. I do not give a pearlcatcher's pearl about who you are. When I see someone in need out there dying, I help no questions ask." The skydancer handed her a clay pot. "Here have some stew. It's a special recipe from my momma. I guarantee your energy would return right away!"

The guardian suspiciously sniffed at the soup. She didn't trust this lady, but at the same time, the stew did smell good and she was very hungry. With a gruff harrumph, Ah'kahmet took the pot from her and gobbled the food up. It surprisingly tasted delicious.

"Mmm," she huffed, nudging the pot back to the old dragon.

"Delicious, isn't it? You want more? Why didn't you just tell me? You know young ones these days need to be more honest. Back in my day, I was blunt as a spoon." She shook her head, laughing at her memories.

From then on, she and the old dragon grew closer each day. At first, Ah'kahmet was cautious and grumpy around her, but she eventually mellowed out. She learned that the Skydancer was the last of her lineage. Her family and clan had been destroyed long ago. She lived alone in a cave, living the last of her days peacefully.

"You know what my dream is, dear? I help cause I want to die peacefully. I want to die knowing I was able to do something for others. To have saved their life perhaps?"

Ah'kahmet once scoffed at the such things, but this dragon has moved her. She couldn't believe that there was someone this nice. She lost motivation to kill. Her bloodlust had subsided.

Sadly, their time together didn't last long. Fate was cruel that way.

One morning, Ah'kahmet was just about to get up when she heard a commotion outside.

"Is that beast here?" a dragon angrily demanded. There were several other dragons behind him.

"I don't know what you are talking about," the skydancer replied calmly. "I've been living here in this cave alone for years. I am not with anyone."

"She's lying!" one yelled. "Someone saw a guardian with her. It must be that beast! Move aside, grandma."

"Hey! I didn't give any of you permission to enter my abode. Leave!" She screamed and yelled but none of them listened. They pushed her aside and went right in.

In there, they saw Ah'kahmet by the fire, growling and ready strike at them.

"I knew it! Men! Attack her! You have killed enough. We will put an end to you!"

And then the bloody fight started. The dragons weren't that strong, but they were many. Ah'kahmet had a hard time fighting them off.

In a moment of weakness, a dragon was about to ambush her from behind.
"Dear, look out!" the old dragon yelled, throwing herself at the assailant. She groaned in pain as the dragon's claw sunk right in her neck.

The sight of it made Ah'kahmet's blood boil in rage. The beast in her had once again risen. "No!" she snarled out. Without any care, she tackled and crushed all of the dragons. Blood. There was so much blood, but she didn't care. The old lady- no, her friend- was dying.

Everything went silent. Only her harsh breathing could be heard. Ah'kahmet rushed over to the skydancer. "Why? Why did you shield me? I could've taken that attack! I deserved it anyway I am Ah'kahmet the Terrible! I have killed so many innocents. You're always so kind that it's dumb."

Blood was trickling down her throat, but the old dragon only smiled. In was painful to speak, but she forced herself to. "You know what I told you right? I do not give a pig's bottom of what anyone is. As long as they need help, I will give it. And hey, you've helped me achieve my dream. I can die knowing I was useful to someone..." Her eyes were getting tired and heavy. It was time.

"No, you have to live," Ah'kahmet cried, tearing trickling down her cheeks.

"Ah'kahmet right? What a lovely name. It was only for a short while, but I thought of you as a daughter I never had. Do me a favor, my dear. Promise me that you'll help others just as I've helped you. Violence is never the answer. Now, I must rest. My body feels so tired. Thank you for everything, dear." With that, her breathing had stopped.

Ah'kahmet could do nothing but stare at her body. "I-I didn't even know your name...I-I won't kill anymore. Because of it you were killed. I promise to help others. I will change." Wiping up her tears, she made a solemn vow to herself never to shed another's blood.

Ah'kahmet had changed from that moment on. She rid herself of her battle armor. The sight of armors now disgusted her. Wanting swore off her old life, she even changed her name. Her name was now Áine, after the goddess of love and light.

Moreover, she no longer wanted to be a guardian either. She could only harm and not help in this body. Bargaining with a mage, she asked to be turned into a skydancer. Áine wanted to be like that old dragon. Gentle and elegant unlike her large and brutish body.

It wasn't long after that she found herself joining a clan. Hubris had accepted her because he could still see the fierceness in her eyes. He knew this dragon still had potential though Áine made it clear she was never fighting again.

Áine liked her clan. Her clanmates were a bit weird and even reminded her of her old self, but all were loyal to one another. The only thing she disliked about it was one rule. The rule that romantic relationships were forbidden. It didn't matter to her now because it wasn't like she had one. But she still found it unfair.

Life was now peaceful for Áine, living in her clan. Though she had sworn never to fight, the beast inside her was still there, only asleep. She could sometimes still her its voice. A voice that urges her to kill. She suppresses it, but one day, she fears that it might rise once again.

Áine's Diary

Date: May 13, 2017
Time: 23:31

I had that dream again. No, it wasn't a dream. It was a nightmare. I kept seeing all those dead bodies before me. And the blood. There was blood everywhere. I was covered in blood. I was responsible for the massacre. I killed hundreds of innocent lives. What was worse was that I actually enjoyed it. I didn't feel any regret. I woke up immediately after that. My whole body was shaking in fear. I never want to feel that again. I am NOT that kind of dragon anymore. No, I refuse to return that.

At least that's what I'm wishing for. But there's a voice that within me that keeps speaking. A voice that urges me to kill. It describes how sweet the taste of murder. I keep telling it to go away. For now it listens, but how long will this continue?

I'm scared.

Date: May 16, 2017
Time: 19:04

Carnage brought in a corpse today. I saw him feasting on that disgusting thing earlier. It gave me flashbacks of what I used to do. I, too, have once feasted on raw flesh and indulged in their blood. It horrifies me that I used to do that. The sight of flesh and gore turns me off.

...but does it really?

Funny thing is...there's a part of me that still longs for it. It wants to taste blood again. Of course, I won't do it. I swore on my life never to kill again.

PS: Never walk around during dinner time. Many of my clanmates like to feed on raw flesh. Bleh.

Date: May 22, 2017
Time: 22:06

Today, I wandered aimlessly in the Scarred Wasteland. No, I didn't leave the clan. I just went for a walk a few miles away. Walking gives me solace and peace. It helps me think and reflect on the things I've done. I wonder if I will ever forget the pain I have caused others. Should I ask Odium to concoct me some sort of memory loss medicine?

But I don't want to forget. Forgetting means trampling on the existence of my victims. Perhaps this is my eternal punishment. Forever regretting the destruction I caused.

Date: June 6, 2017
Time: 23:08

I must admit I do feel lonely sometimes. My clanmates are nice and all, but there's no one really that I could connect. My interests and theirs are vastly different. They love blood while I hate blood. They like to hunt while I hate hunting. The thought of seeing a corpse makes me sick.

I wish I could meet someone I could talk with. Something like a best friend perhaps? Or even a lover? Pft, ha, that couldn't be. Lord Hubris doesn't allow outside relationships.

But what would I do if I do fall in love with an outsider? I think I'd fight for it. I'd secretly see them behind my clan's back. Yes, this is scandalous, but if I fall in love, I would do anything for my partner. Even if it means facing the punishment of death.

by KassaBarks

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