@waterbend I tried to peek around your lair and I hope I did alright keeping to the lore you have in place. Sorry for any typos! It is 3:30AM here... Still, I hope you enjoy!
Varygosa is a complicated creature. Upon first glance, one might think they encountered a great female dragon within the infected catacombs. Her form, jerking erratically in vicious pursuit would be enough to strike fear in any unfortunate enough to meet their doom at her claws. Little do they know they are chased by something far more sinister.
In truth, Queen Obsidian had grown tired of tinkering with a banescale she had risen to life, intending it as a soldier. The female had suffered a head injury in her life that seemed to render her an empty husk in her unlife and the work to find use for this doll of rancid meat was proving to be a waste of valuable resources. The dragoness was cast into the infected catacombs along with vials and powders that had spoiled or failed in their rendering. A pile of waste to feed the vile inhabitants of her labyrinth. In this admission of failure, however, one of her greatest successes was born. While many of Obsidian's experiments were catered to her own special interests, some had the clan's future at their center. She had worked to hybridize a great variety of plants from far and wide, intending to create a farmable food source in their frigid homeland. One of the discarded samples had been a base of moss, mushrooms, and algae; magically infused to resist death as it was exposed to the most extreme conditions. In spite of its strength, it failed to propagate. No nutrient seemed to encourage it to flourish. As the vial it sat dormant in shattered on the banescale's spines, it settled onto her hide. The chemicals disposed of alongside it spurred mutations while her half decomposed flesh awakened the potential of the small bryophyte. It took hold and spread, rooting into the tracks of her long dead nervous system. It grew overlapping caps like a white rot fungus forming a scale-like texture over the hide, reinforced as the sharpest of her own natural form was wrenched to this new surface. As it began to thrive, the dragoness twitched without manipulation or command. Her blue eyes opened and her chest heaved with a frigid imitation of breath, blue spores puffing from gaps in her hide and from between her fangs with the heavy exhale. Twitching like a marionette on cheap strings, the parasite and its puppet rose. With a mighty roar, the Varygosa fungus spread its spores about the frozen chamber it awoke in before lumbering it's host forward in search of meat to feed its spawning garden.
The Varygosa hunts in the infected catacombs, competing for every pound of flesh it feeds to the blue mossy parasite it spreads across the walls. The moss hides sinister spiked vines and their paralytic sap, lying in ambush for any fool who dares touch the surface. The Varygosa is one parasite, overtaking chasms and chambers. The host's web of detection grows with each meal.
Within these halls a fate worse than falling to fang and claw under a soulless gaze looms. For with one inhale the spores can take root in the lungs. Stronger now, it is not long before they begin to grow over the nerves. Within a week, a new host will roam the catacombs in search of prey. In the face of such a mindless threat, one must aknowledge that Wraith (in his final moments before his thoughts faded with his call to the Ice Warden to claim his soul) was either incredibly brave or detrimentally foolish... Regardless of the circumstance, six eggs bore the genetic mark of the first host to the Varygosa. None would ever manage the same feat with the first host again.
Feel free to use any, all, or none of this! It was a fun write!
Next: Take your pick!
You do not have to by any means, but if you are like me and like to see if there is any lore in the clan here are a few of my dragons who have lore written if you'd like to see our vibe:
Wraithe, CloudReaper, Wren, Athame, Leoline, Tesai, Showman, Rho
Varygosa is a complicated creature. Upon first glance, one might think they encountered a great female dragon within the infected catacombs. Her form, jerking erratically in vicious pursuit would be enough to strike fear in any unfortunate enough to meet their doom at her claws. Little do they know they are chased by something far more sinister.
In truth, Queen Obsidian had grown tired of tinkering with a banescale she had risen to life, intending it as a soldier. The female had suffered a head injury in her life that seemed to render her an empty husk in her unlife and the work to find use for this doll of rancid meat was proving to be a waste of valuable resources. The dragoness was cast into the infected catacombs along with vials and powders that had spoiled or failed in their rendering. A pile of waste to feed the vile inhabitants of her labyrinth. In this admission of failure, however, one of her greatest successes was born. While many of Obsidian's experiments were catered to her own special interests, some had the clan's future at their center. She had worked to hybridize a great variety of plants from far and wide, intending to create a farmable food source in their frigid homeland. One of the discarded samples had been a base of moss, mushrooms, and algae; magically infused to resist death as it was exposed to the most extreme conditions. In spite of its strength, it failed to propagate. No nutrient seemed to encourage it to flourish. As the vial it sat dormant in shattered on the banescale's spines, it settled onto her hide. The chemicals disposed of alongside it spurred mutations while her half decomposed flesh awakened the potential of the small bryophyte. It took hold and spread, rooting into the tracks of her long dead nervous system. It grew overlapping caps like a white rot fungus forming a scale-like texture over the hide, reinforced as the sharpest of her own natural form was wrenched to this new surface. As it began to thrive, the dragoness twitched without manipulation or command. Her blue eyes opened and her chest heaved with a frigid imitation of breath, blue spores puffing from gaps in her hide and from between her fangs with the heavy exhale. Twitching like a marionette on cheap strings, the parasite and its puppet rose. With a mighty roar, the Varygosa fungus spread its spores about the frozen chamber it awoke in before lumbering it's host forward in search of meat to feed its spawning garden.
The Varygosa hunts in the infected catacombs, competing for every pound of flesh it feeds to the blue mossy parasite it spreads across the walls. The moss hides sinister spiked vines and their paralytic sap, lying in ambush for any fool who dares touch the surface. The Varygosa is one parasite, overtaking chasms and chambers. The host's web of detection grows with each meal.
Within these halls a fate worse than falling to fang and claw under a soulless gaze looms. For with one inhale the spores can take root in the lungs. Stronger now, it is not long before they begin to grow over the nerves. Within a week, a new host will roam the catacombs in search of prey. In the face of such a mindless threat, one must aknowledge that Wraith (in his final moments before his thoughts faded with his call to the Ice Warden to claim his soul) was either incredibly brave or detrimentally foolish... Regardless of the circumstance, six eggs bore the genetic mark of the first host to the Varygosa. None would ever manage the same feat with the first host again.
Feel free to use any, all, or none of this! It was a fun write!
Next: Take your pick!
You do not have to by any means, but if you are like me and like to see if there is any lore in the clan here are a few of my dragons who have lore written if you'd like to see our vibe:
Wraithe, CloudReaper, Wren, Athame, Leoline, Tesai, Showman, Rho
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