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Quetzalcoatl

(#90709886)

Level 1 Auraboa

Familiar

Magic Mirror

Energy: 39/50

Personal Style

Skin

Scene

Physical Attributes

Battle Stats

Measurements

Length

18.26 m

Wingspan

15.06 m

Weight

5032.11 kg

Genetics

Latte
Riopa (Auraboa)

Hatchday

Nov 21, 2023
(5 months)

Breed

Adult
Auraboa

Eye Type

Lightning
Rare

Level 1 Auraboa

EXP: 0 / 245

STR

AGI

DEF

QCK

INT

VIT

MND

Lineage

Parents

none

Offspring

Biography

Native

#4031865

Name means Feathered Serpent

Name
JOB • ALIGNMENT

Strength

✦✧✧✧✧✧✧✧✧✧

Intellect

✦✧✧✧✧✧✧✧✧✧

Charisma

✦✧✧✧✧✧✧✧✧✧

Magic

✦✧✧✧✧✧✧✧✧✧

Luck

✦✧✧✧✧✧✧✧✧✧

Personality

Early Life

Fragmented.
Like the Obelisk were.
His eyes, pulsatinging ever-so slightly beneath his stone.
His breath, barely seeping through the aging cracks.
That was his egg, growing for years.

He was lost.
His soul, built into the interior of his safety.
The serpent didn’t remember himself.
He never would.
He was reborn.

Mistakes, mistakes.
One should never test the abilities of another.
And for this lesson he learned rightfully.
Gone from his original.
Put into anew.

All is lost.
Memory, consciousness, sentience.
Forever to be a babe of the new world.
Yet filled with the thousands of words from the gods.
Wise, intellected, curious, naive.

Let him free.

A snap.
A part chipped away.
Then another.
And another.
A larger one this time.
Chunks.
It shifts.
Dust flies.
A feather falls.
A heave of a breath, old and withered without use.
Cold, pumice-like crumbles continue to fall.
The stone shakes.
It rumbles.
More falls.
Something clinks together.

Sound stops.

With an exasperated sigh, he collapsed onto the ground, weak from inmovement. He felt strange, like parts of him were both missing and added. His body was bigger, longer, decorated with feathers all around him. It was foreign, yet the only thing possibly familiar in his young mind.
Young.
Perhaps not his body though.
He remained on the ground, adjusting his eyes to the darkness that first greeted his sentience. His body yearned to return to the stone that held him, that kept him safe from this new world he was forcefully thrust into. Thoughts began to spiral in his mind, becoming louder than his own heartbeat and breathing.
Where am I?
What’s happening?
Let me go back.
I don’t want to be here anymore.
It’s cold; it’s lonely.\
It’s scary; It’s dark.
It’s not safe.
Instinctively out of fear, he curled himself up, even more confused by the oddly-new movement. He felt so long, so expansive in places he never felt before, but so small in the cavern he awoke in. The sounds of him rubbing against the dirty, dusty floor beneath his behemoth body quietly echoed around the thick, hollow walls. He whimpered, twisting himself up a little more in the process.
“S-Scary noises. . . .”
He doesn’t try to move for weeks.

A month later; he still remained in the same coil as he was when he first came out. A gentle snore came from his head, emanating softly from him as he snoozed. His body had gotten used to its position, cave moss beginning to grow around his edges. He hoped it would grow faster to be used as a blanket at some point.
A nice,
warm,
safe,
blanket.
Tsk.
He ruffled, his huge feathers shaking about. The serpent warily peeked his head over his body, searching for any unseen threat; fortunately, there was none to his eyes, but all that meant to him was it was hiding from him, waiting for the perfect moment for him to let his guard down. He started to whimper, seeping back into the blind protection of his own body.
I free you from your infinite prison, and you decide to hide away again.
He squeaked, shaking a little.
Calm yourself, won’t you? You’re fine; no one is here. Just you and me.
He shook his head profusely; the voice sighed.
I cannot believe I must put up with this again.
Of all regions he was placed, why mine. . .?
The serpent curled tighter.
Listen to my words.
Do you remember anything?
Do you remember my voice?
What you had done?
He started to breathe fast; nervousness was rising in his head, accompanied by the unwavering thought of danger nearby. Who was it? What were they talking about? Whoever it was, they didn’t sound very enthusiastic at the moment.
What was she talking about when she said “what you had done”?
He suddenly jerked, stilled for just a moment, then reared up, wailing and clenching his half-claws to his head, pain suddenly flaring in his mind.

It’s dark everywhere.
He was much smaller, looking rather similar to a Coatl.
His eyes radiated with cyan, but his claws burned with purple.
He stood against her.

Scars and crimson thread and stain around his body.
He seems to tremble.
It was an uneven fight.
He can’t remember why he chose to anyway.

Combat was long.
He had lost.
His body had fell, devoid of anything more.
Consciousness gone.

The drake started panting; there was so much going through his head that it was becoming difficult just to focus on his own breathing correctly. Memories that didn’t feel like his and images he couldn’t remember flooded his mind, peicing together something he didn’t understand.
Purples, bright blues, magic flying everywhere. The land laid desecrated, deserted of life anywhere, a sahara of some sort. Dust blowing as fast as the Wind region’s calmest gales, violently pushing aginst the sands of the battlefield. Amidst all the chaos, him, his deep colors a stark contrast to the light dunes around him. Power enthralled at his fingertips, sparking out of control and intertwining with his empowering shadows summoned at his will.
The land was instantly swept in darkness, as if the moon cast overhead. The only visible sigh of light was his own luminesent eyes, feircly battling the abyssal colors around him. He stood there, fueled like a lightning kin, glaring daggers into the dark.
The sepent suddenly collapsed in a shivering heap of length, closing his arms to himself for meaningless protection; his long, feathered wings gave comforting warmth, but the cold still managed to seep in, grasping at him and his mind.
He explained, “P-Painful. . .! H-h-hurt. . .! Bad! What. . .is it. . .?!”
Memories. They are merely memoirs.
You remember, don’t you?
It hurts, doesn’t it?
“N-no no! N-. . .N-no more. . .!”
I’m giving you another chance, you know.
That little attempt you made didn’t amuse me at all.
However, I know there’s more to you.
I know this can go differently.
He was hyperventilating at that point, but finally started to ease himself down. The grip on his head relaxed as his breathing slowed down, slowly trying to listen more to the feminine voice.
“P-Please. . . .no more?”
The voice sighed.
You’re oddly different in this form. . .
. . .better this way. . . .
For now, no more.
I don’t need you panicking all the time.
He quietly sighed in relief.
. . . .You haven’t given yourself a name, have you. . .?
“. . .N-name?”
Right. . .you Auraboa don’t seem to know what those are. . . .
. . .Queztal. . .coatl. . . .
He hitched a breath, then sighed. “Coatl. . . .”
Hope you remember at least that, Queztal. . . .
I need you to leave this little cave you find home in.
Queztalcoatl whimered again, shaking his head.
You remain here, you remain useless.
Leave the cave.
He hesitated, then thought about it; she’d probably keep giving him more “memories” or whatever they were called if he didn’t. With a quiet sigh, he rose, flabbergasted at such heights he could reach.
Why was he surprised though?
Slowly but surely, he made his way throughout the caverns, slithering quietly the further he went. Quetzal didn’t like a single moment of it, but it was better than going through all those thoughts yet again.
He kept mumbling to himself, “Bad thoughts. . .bad home. . . .”

Weeks later. Quetzal had found something bright in the distance. He was unsure of it, however, and hesitated to continue forward, but after the voice insisted yet again to keep going, he reluctantly progressed, stopping completely at the entrance.
. . .Why have you stopped?
The Auraboa shook his head. “N-nooo. . . .”
I’ve already told you, Quetzal.
You must leave.
These shadows of mine. . .
. . .they won’t take actions like this kindly. . . .
“Sh. . .shadows. . . .”
His feather crest lowered, his eyes darting everywhere to take in the new sight. He almost didn’t realise he was doing so until he blinked, snapping himself out of his curious trance. Quetzalcoatl bristled. “Shadows. . .?” He looked down; nothing but the ground. Hesitantly, he hovered his winged arm outside the cave’s opening. A small shadow appeared and moved as his feathered limb did, appearing just under his arm, but the area was so dark, he almost couldn’t even see it. He slowly moved it back, remembering seeing something similar earlier in the cave at a few points.
My shadows. . .something you tried to fight. . . .
The Auraboa suddenly reared, clasping his claws to his head and wailing, “P-Pain! Bad thoughts! Ack!”

His eyes lit up the way.
Stranded in the forest.
He knew it was intentional.
Wasn’t his intention though.

Claws digging into the ground as he walked.
His body was smaller again.
Something flickered at his fingertips.
He gasped, shooting a powerful lightning strike.

Puffs of dark clouds disappear in front of him.
His feathers twitched.
Someone was nearby.
Getting closer.

His magic started to spur, shooting everywhere.
More shadows began to appear.
They were faster than him.
They enveloped him.

Pain.
Hurt.
Burning.
Flared.

“P-Please! S-stop. . .!”
Suddenly, his mind went silent, and he flopped to the ground, curling into himself, whimpering. His claws still rested on his head, but more as protection rather than a destresser for the pain that appeared in his mind.
Quetzalcoatl. . .
He shook his head again; he wanted to go back into the cave, back into his statue.
I’m not going to keep everything soft for you.
You need to remember these things.
Even if it means nothing more in this state of yours.
“B-Bad. . .terrible. . . .painful. . . .”
Keep going.
There’s somewhere I need you to stay.
I need to keep watch of you.
Quetzal sighed, slightly lifting his head above his body to check for monsters before uncoiling himself. Fiddling with his fingers, he slithered forward, exiting the cave with the assumption he wouldn’t return.

. . .Stop.
The serpent stopped, shaking a little. Was something wrong? Why did they stop so suddenly?
. . .You’re here.
His feathers bristled as he looked around timidly.
He had arrived in a large village, almost camouflage into the shady region itself. The whole town was quite large, possibly housing up to at least a couple hundred drakes. Sounds of conversation and activity filled the air, accompanied by the faint murmurs and whispers that seemed to source from more outcast-looking dragons.
QuetzalCoatl felt nervous being around so many people, and wanted to leave; Could they hurt him? Were they bad? He didn’t want to find out either way, and insticnually started to move away from the entrance when someone had suddenly approached him.
A small Fae, so tiny Quetzal almost didn’t see him until he flew up to his face, hovering at level height just a few feet away. He wore apparel similar to the environment, purples everywhere, and lightweight looking. A symbol bright as day depicted on his leg, its gentle glow differing from the area around the twosome. His face held an expression of inquiry.
The Auraboa tensed, watching him closely.
“. . .Hello there,” the Fae finally spoke. “I don’t mean to frighten you, promise; I’ve just never seen you around these parts before. Do you need a guide?”
No, you don’t Quetzalcoatl. You’re already here.
Quetzal quickly shook his head. “N-no. . . .I. . .al. . .r-ready h-here. . . .”
The Fae rubbed his chin. “You wanted to come here? Why? Were you looking for someone?”
Mm, not entirely.
I just need you here, that’s all.
Stay with him if you’d like.
The Auraboa started to relax; he kinda liked the Fae. “I. . .find you. . . .”
His ink-stained eyes blinked in surprise. “You went looking for me?”
Quetzal nodded. “I. . .stay. . .with you?”
He looked hesitant, checking behind himself before turning back to the Auraboa’s faint, patient smile. “Uhm. . . .I guess so?”
The feathered serpent clapped his hands softly. “I s-stay. . .with you!”
The Fae nodded, perching on Quetzal’s shoulder. “Yeah, okay. You got a name?”
Quetzal was slowly making his way into the town as he was asked that. He stopped, looked at the tiny drake on his side, and asked, “N. . .name. . .?”
“What you go by? What do people call you?”
You know this answer.
I call you this.
“. . .Q. . .Quet. . .tzal. . .c. . coa. . .tl. . . .”

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