Geist
(#88890730)
Level 1 Gaoler
Familiar
Yellow-Throated Sparrowmouse
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Energy: 50
out of
50
This dragon’s natural inborn element is Lightning.
Male Gaoler
This dragon is an ancient breed.
This dragon is hibernating.
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Personal Style
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Skin
Scene
Measurements
Length
12.46 m
Wingspan
8.25 m
Weight
9543.2 kg
Genetics
Flint
Wasp (Gaoler)
Wasp (Gaoler)
Spruce
Striation (Gaoler)
Striation (Gaoler)
Pistachio
Gnarlhorns (Gaoler)
Gnarlhorns (Gaoler)
Hatchday
Breed
Eye Type
Level 1 Gaoler
EXP: 0 / 245
STR
7
AGI
5
DEF
7
QCK
5
INT
5
VIT
9
MND
7
Biography
Geist or Szary Falałamacz
(grauer Wellenbrecher)
(grauer Wellenbrecher)
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D O M I C I L E
- [img]x[/img] With horned hide and gaze of ice, It prowls beneath, a silent vice. It waits, it watches, bides its time, A whisper of the sea's dark rhyme. Unpredictable as the ocean’s sway, In silence, ships become its prey. A sailor’s end, both dread and sweet, In depths where sea and terror meet.
bio idea by Seeker, lore by SealedSalt
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G E I S T
or Szary Falałamacz (grauer Wellenbrecher) Unpredictable | Non-sentient | Terror of the Sea Whether sailor, pirate, or trader, all who ventured out into the blue beyonds knew of the sea’s cruel and unpredictable nature. Upon each and every launch of one’s vessel, a game of chance was played. Tides rolled, waves crashed, and the void below swallowed many boats and bodies alike. This constant wager was one many were willing to bet upon. Afterall, despite her brutality, the sea was also incredibly kind. Life-giving food, trade and income, even the simple pleasures brought from sand beneath the feet and the bite of salt at one’s skin. Despite the savagery, there was also a softness there which suckered one in. What better a bed to lie in for eternity than the very same one that a sailor devoted their life to? If the tides were to take them, then who were they to stop such a beautiful, catastrophic force? That sentiment held true until the seas began to change, until the crystalline blue turned to frothy reds and murky blacks. The darkness which seeped into the waves was grotesque and all-consuming. Rank, like a bucket of fish left out in the open sun to sweat for hours on end. It was a terrible howling, yowling sound which grated upon the ears and pulsed ice through the veins. It claimed many lives, and yet people didn’t even know what name to ascribe to it. How to name something which defied comprehension? How to put voice to the calamity which befell their ranks and widowed their wives? Whatever boat it struck was left in tattered ruins. Had anybody even glimpsed the phenomena, the darkness, the beast? If they had, they were no longer around to spread warning of it. It would start with an unnatural sort of chill to the wind, a bite to the saltspray which felt more like knives than it did mere air. Then… then came the clanking. The disquieting ca-clunk as something large and spined grated against the hull of the boat. The force of the slow motion would set the vessel rocking, set sailors and deckhands stumbling to their knees. Eyes would water, stomachs would churn, and lunch would be expelled over the guardrails. The rank, rotted stench which accompanied the hulking shadow that slithered beneath the boat was always worse than the sound. Nothing could compare to the sight, though. Nothing could ever prepare a person for the visual of water parting to reveal a behemoth of sickly green horn and piercing, cold blue eyes. It would always stare for a time, first. Beaded eyes focused intently and stubby nostrils flaring, lips like weathered leather and teeth to rival a shark’s. The mantle of horn sprouting from its scalp a horrific, amalgamated mass of cancerous growth. Sometimes there would be fresh gore and gristle matted thickly amidst its smooth, seal-like pelt; other times the waves had stripped it clean. It would always stare. Eyes like terrible beacons, lighthouse bulbs unblinking as they transfixed and terrorised. It would stare, and it would wait. Why did it hesitate? Did it like when people ran? Was there enjoyment in watching the damned scuttle about like panicked ants? Some sense of twisted glee lurking behind those sunken, fishy eyes and jagged grin? The beast would watch, and wait, and stare, and then it would tear into the boat’s hull like a dog with a prone lamb. The squealing grind of jagged fangs against wooden planks and femur bones. The crunch and pop of ship masts and dragon hides. Toothpicks of splintered boat and a soupy broth of sailor. Water would churn red and the stench of butchery would wash away on the incoming tides. The seas had always been a dangerous place, and yet those who had once accepted the risk now shunned it. Endless sleep beneath cool, rolling waves no longer felt like an inevitability; it was now a guarantee. Only a fool would set sail knowing the monstrosities which awaited them down below. At least one could see what was after them while on the lands, but with the water beast? It slipped by like a choking, polluting cloud of smog and towed their boats down behind it. Sliding silently through the waves, curtains of water sluicing away to reveal the nightmarish, ghoulish visage, it was like those ghost ships of urban legend. The plaguelands had always been lean, but they became even more so with the loss to shoreline trade. The sickness which twisted and warped those weeping lands had now spread to the waves. Cauldrons of fester and churning tides of virulence, the lands became even more hostile as abominations condemned to the deep seas arose. The water Geist struck them down relentlessly, and Plague decided they really didn’t need those fish afterall. The Geist could keep them and its wretched stretch of sea. • • • |
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