Euclid
(#26808131)
Level 1 Mirror
Familiar
Nephrite Chameleon
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Energy: 50/50
This dragon’s natural inborn element is Shadow.
Male Mirror
This dragon is hibernating.
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Personal Style
Apparel
Skin
Scene
Measurements
Length
6.79 m
Wingspan
4.14 m
Weight
490.6 kg
Genetics
Radioactive
Petals
Petals
Radioactive
Trail
Trail
Eldritch
Ghost
Ghost
Hatchday
Breed
Eye Type
Level 1 Mirror
EXP: 0 / 245
STR
7
AGI
8
DEF
6
QCK
8
INT
5
VIT
6
MND
5
Biography
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Euclid
{ YOOK - lid } Spy, Scout, and Thief ♥ a gift from birdie99 
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| That's Euclid. He's the clan spy. No, really...Hey, don't laugh at me. Stick with me for a moment; you'll see it's true. There he goes. Let's follow him....Whoa, whoop! Yes, where did he go? Crazy, isn't it? Pick your jaw up off the floor and wipe your drool, and I'll explain how he does it...as best as I can, anyway. Here, make yourself comfortable. Wouldn't want you to hit your head if you should faint....Would you like some tea? Or maybe some coffee? |
Euclid came to the lair like something out of a ghost story. We didn't know he was there. We only knew something was up.
Things started to disappear. Mostly food. Fresh meat. Most of us weren't pleased, and we couldn't, ahem, talk to the Ridgebacks, either, because everyone knows Ridgebacks don't touch meat unless it's fresh from the sea. The Ridgebacks sort of snickered at us from behind their paws at first, but it gave them quite a turn when they chopped up some meat for us, turned around to put half of it in storage, and then looked back to see the other half completely missing as if it'd been sucked into the air. No trails of blood. Nothing. No clues to go on.
We went a little bit crazy at first. Food was disappearing (and this is a very big deal when you've worked hard to gather it), and so were other items: blankets, tools, and the occasional toy. We always found them later on in the oddest places: on the edges of the lair, behind boxes and bales of supplies, or half-hidden among the bushes outside. We exchanged nervous looks and put the things back where they belonged. We locked them up for good measure. And then we sat down and talked.
There were already whispers of poltergeists floating about the place, but Jubilant was skeptical from the very beginning. Not what you'd expect from the Arcane Ambassador, I suppose. But then, he is very good at making things explode, so we all listened to him.
He didn't think it was a spirit. We listened more eagerly, because we did not want to believe the lair was haunted. We hadn't been here that long. There was some resistance to the idea, though: "WELL, WHAT ELSE COULD IT BE?" asked Adrastos. He was not really shouting; his voice is just always loud.
"Some other being. I don't know." Jubilant spread his hands. "We're going to find out."
We proceeded to lay traps around the place. You know how it goes: hunting snares, nets dropping down, pits dug by the Ridgebacks. OK, the pits were a stupid idea. It was altogether possible that the whatever-it-was could fly or climb. Indeed, the pits proved ineffective. So did the other things. From time to time we'd find them triggered, and we would rush over, ready to tackle the thing, but we'd never find anything or anyone. Just the triggered trap still quivering, and a whole bunch of confused and quickly-getting-irritated clanmates. We sort of knew things were falling apart when we caught Taksidian strewing flour around his stash of food. Poor Tak. He did have a reputation for nicking stuff in the past, but what Ridgeback doesn't? It was kind of sad to see him having to resort to something as lame as this.
I guess Jubilant felt the same way. While the clan leaders quietly told everyone to put away their traps and whacking things, he approached me. "Crys," he said, "we have to do something. Do you still have" -- and he lowered his voice even further -- "your machine?"
Ohhhh, the machine. I could see why he wanted it. I'd frozen my previous clan, including myself, with it. We'd been sort of trapped in suspended animation for...You know what, it doesn't bear thinking about. The machine suspends time. That's all you need to know.
I got what he was on to: "But Jube, I haven't used it since...well, a long time ago. Just that one time. Then everything went to heck. Errr."
"But you can fix it, right?"
"Jube, I can fix anything, but sometimes stuff doesn't want to stay fixed." I squinted at him. "Besides, how're you sure it's not some kind of spirit? They bat around everywhere. Have you seen the ones in Ghostlight? You can smack them with your claws, and they splurt away like punctured balloons. It's unreal."
Jubilant didn't answer. He just smoothed down his hood, making sure it stayed low over his brow. He blinked his huge pink eyes at me. I don't know, maybe it was just normal blinking. But I sighed and threw up my claws, and then I got to work.
He helped out, and I think that was what kept things from exploding. As I put the finishing touches on the machine, he went around the lair, whispering to the clanmates what our plan was, and could they please cooperate again? "HOW CAN YOU BE SURE IT'S NOT A--" I heard Adrastos bellow, an instant before someone whacked him on the snoot.
And then the big day arrived: the machine, in all its cobbled-together time-stopping glory, positioned over Taksidian's stash of food. He whimpered a bit when he saw this. He thought it would make his snacks go bad.
And then we went about our business.
It took a few days. These things always do. But right when we were about to give up, the alarm blared. The trap was sprung! Something had been caught!
And there he was, in the light of the machine. Frozen in mid-step, jaws agape, tongue uncurling towards the cupcake poised delicately in his claws.
We gawped at him for several long moments. "WHERE IS THE REST OF HIM??!!!!" Adrastos asked. This time, he was really and truly shrieking.
Jubilant set up a containment field around our prisoner, and I shut off the machine. When he realized he was free, our little -- ahem -- freeloader looked around, surprised. His eyes were purple -- a Mirror dragon from the Tangled Wood? We'd never seen anyone like him before, though.
See, the reason Adrastos was so shocked (OK, fine, I was, too; we all were) was because the only visible parts of the Mirror had been his head and foreclaws. The rest of him -- invisible. Blending in with the air around him, like a dissipating heatwave. As he bounced around the containment field, his skin flickered the gamut of the entire known color wheel, from blinding white all the way to pearly pink. Weird patterns moved across his skin, too: hexagonal scales, rippling stripes, even the shininess of Crystal and Gembond. He mimicked them all -- and by perfectly matching the objects around him, he became, to all intents and purposes, invisible.
"What is your name?" we asked. It seemed a good place to start.
"Don't have one," the little powerball muttered. He was at that time not much bigger than my foot. No wonder it'd been easy for him to go undetected.
We were kind of surprised he could talk; we'd expected him to be feral. Nobody lets their hatchlings run around like this, and the Tangled Wood wasn't that close by.
It was Malkiriam, another Mirror, who got the most out of him. Slowly, we learned: He didn't know where he was from, but that wasn't weird; kids don't pay attention to where they're from or where they're going. He had had a family who looked as weird as him. But then they had gone.
Malkiriam hesitated. "Gone where?" We thought he meant they'd turned invisible.
They'd just disappeared one day. Invisible or not, they hadn't come back. Our little tyke had been left alone, hunting by himself, avoiding creatures bigger than he was. He didn't remember when he'd learned to turn invisible, and who, if any, had taught him. It was just something he knew he could do.
Yeah, we took him in. How couldn't we? Come on, don't look at me like that -- I'm not a monster.
We named him Euclid, and as you've seen he's as weird as he was from the day we first caught him. Like I've said, he can change his colors, perfectly matching the world around him -- yes, even ice and water. We've tried it. It was pretty freaky. It's also why he still doesn't wear clothes -- it's easier for him to vanish. Makes it harder for him to be caught. So anyway, he maintains this bright, dazzling color scheme as a gesture of goodwill. The progenitors made him promise not to turn invisible while he's in the lair. With these bright colors, anyone can spot him from a mile away. "See, I'm here!" -- that's what his colors are saying.
And we named him Euclid because...
Can you keep a secret? --Really? Well...It doesn't matter, I guess.
I don't think he is a dragon.
The word "Euclidean"...It describes something that adheres to certain mathematical laws. Euclid doesn't seem to do that, not always. His colors, his near-perfect invisibility, the way he moves...He doesn't make a sound when he's invisible, you know? It's almost as if, when he turns invisible, he stops...being there.
Maybe he's not all there to begin with. Maybe he never was.
Yes, we did try looking for his family. We found a likely match: Tangled Wood-dwellers with the same dazzling colors. All gone. Records say they went to serve various deities; we tried digging further into the past....Disbanded clans. Unused lairs. Whoever Euclid's family was, they're no longer there. Maybe they were never there....
Or maybe they were, and they went back to where they came from in the first place, but he's stuck here, somehow, with the rest of us. I'm a bit nervous about him....You could tell, right? Maybe he's not a dragon...or even a complete entity at all. He might be...a part...of something else. Something different. Something poking in from another world, looking around, eating what it can here and there...and popping back into that other world, if but for a little while, when it becomes invisible.
He was always hungry when he first came here. Always going after fresh meat. I hardly see him eat these days. Sometimes I hardly see him at all....
Maybe we called him "Euclid" because, subconsciously, we wanted him to conform to the laws of this world. Coming from an engineer whose machines freeze time, I guess that's kind of stupid, right? Haha...yeah. I know. It didn't work very well, did it?
...I wasn't talking about the machine. --Hm? Umm, you know what, it's not important. Please finish your tea. Coffee. Whatever I got for you. Thanks for visiting, friend, and have a nice day!
{ You get up to leave. As you head outside, with Crystaline chattering gaily about the lair all the while, you see a flicker of motion out of the corner out of your eye. Bright, blinding green blotched with vivid purple...And then the air shimmers and it's gone. }
~ The End?
♥ friendship photo by kyrin18
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