Asclepias
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Level 1 Fae
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Personal Style
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Measurements
Length
1.26 m
Wingspan
0.98 m
Weight
2.44 kg
Genetics
Platinum
Poison
Poison
Rose
Butterfly
Butterfly
Pearl
Contour
Contour
Hatchday
Breed
Eye Type
Level 1 Fae
EXP: 0 / 245
STR
5
AGI
8
DEF
5
QCK
6
INT
8
VIT
5
MND
8
Biography
[ ASCLEPIAS ] ? ? • Poisonous • Bitter • Lonely • Dangerous
I won't just kill you. I'll kill you slowly and painfully, and sit pretty while I watch you die.
Asclepias. Even in the plaguelands, the young fae was spoken of with fear. His parents both smiled over him when he hatched. How beautiful, they said. His wings shimmer so, they said. When his mother held him first, she didn’t realize that the viscous fluid still on her hatchling’s sinuous body would leave her incapacitated for life. When his father took him to bring him into shelter with his siblings, it was only after he realized that his two middle children were crying and pressing themselves against the edge of the shelter, away from Asclepias, that his eldest possessed innate poisons. His family was lucky enough to live, if in a comatose state, because of their relation to him. The only exception was his youngest sister, who was shuttled to another clan immediately and flourished there. Asclepias, on the other hand, was left in the Rotrock Rim to die or to be taken by the Plaguebringer, the clan hoped. His father returned to the clan after the deed with a heavy heart and pain wracking his body. Much to the dread of many, Asclepias survived. And he begrudged them all for what they had done to him. The beautiful fae would never forget his youngest days in the haze of the plague domain, surviving only on the insects that tried to land on his dying body to then find their own lives forfeit. As he grew, he learned to catch his prey with his sleek red claws, and then he learned just how much of him was required to kill another dragon—that was, a bite, a swipe of the tail, even just a touch. He was lethal in every sense of the word, and his loneliness only served to increase his bitterness. Asclepias’ only friends were also poisonous. He stumbled across them in the Tangled Wood when they followed the trail of dead plants to discover him. At first, he shrunk away from them, then he threatened to kill them with his venom, but they shook their heads. The fae—Asclepias’ age and another Plague dragon—was also poisonous, and the snapper was immune to all such poisons. In amazement, Asclepias followed them back to their clan, where he could finally have a home. Even if other dragons feared him, Faenamide and Tairialis didn’t, and they became like family to him. He even called Faenamide his brother, after a time. |
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- Trusts only Tairialis and Faenamide.
- Much less trusting than Faenamide.
- Despite being of different parents, he considers them as his family.
- Surprisingly sassy.
- He considers a serthis alchemist, Saedir, as a friend. Kind of.
- Much more of a loner.
- Glares at anyone staring at him for too long.
by_Disillusionist wrote:
- You awaken to the drone that tells you death is near. A shadow enters your vision. A ragged black shape crosses a blood-red sky and you totter after it, but your legs are too weak. You cry out and no one hears. Your voice is gone.
- Your heart tugs you after the tattered shape. You think you know where it passed. You can hear the sobs it left behind on the air.
- You are bathed in scarlet light. Every heartbeat pushes a breath out of your body. You think each one is the last. And then it's not.
- You look up and see only the burning sky. Unbroken. Red, red, red. When the redness fades and leaves only darkness, your body comes to a soft, slow halt.
- At night you find a nest of bones. The smell is still there to remind you that once, this object had a heart, too.
- A thousand insects sing a million whining songs. They touch your skin, one by one, with a kiss. The music stops. In the morning when you wake up, you are covered by a carpet of flies.
- In the distance, you see a line of white mountains. You hurry towards them. Hours, maybe days. It is after some time, when the haze has cleared, that you realize they are fangs piercing the underbelly of the sky. You now know why it glows red even when the sun is at its peak, and why the earth is the color of old, spent blood.
- The ground has grown soft and moist. The longer you stand, the more it seems to tremble. The tongue of an unseen beast. The air that presses against you is warm and clammy. A fetid breath. The sigh of disease.
- You lift your hand. Nails dyed in red -- but the liquid that drips from them is crystal-clear, as hard and merciless as diamonds slicing into glass.
- Even when you close your eyes, the red light beckons you. The insides of your eyelids boil with color. Ahead of you is a line of twisted trees. You will be safe there, you think, where the darkness comes to sleep.
- When you finally enter the grove of trees, there is a tremendous sigh. "Welcome," you think it says, an instant before all turns to rot. Everything dies, and you stare around you with numb lips and diamonds dripping from your fingers.
- The crumbling fades away, and you hear only that other noise. It is the drone of the wasteland you thought you had escaped. It is the ringing bell that tells you that death is drawing near.
- You open your hand and look at it. In the thin sheen covering your palm, death smiles wanly back at you. When you move your head, it does, too. It stares back at you with large and deep red eyes.
- The wounded sky has pressed its mark upon you. You will never be free from the shadow of the lowering red cloud.
Asclepius wrote:
His wings are a bright, sunrise pink, and his eyes are the colour of molten rubies. And a single dose of the toxin he secretes is enough to kill five fully-grown imperials.
The only dragon who can touch him is the poison brewer and, of course, his adopted brother, who is just as poisonous.
He, however, specializes in agonizing deaths. Slow ones, and very painful.
So think again if you assume that he's the more harmless of the pair.
He will not hesitate to remind you of your mistake.
bio by shanncrafter
The only dragon who can touch him is the poison brewer and, of course, his adopted brother, who is just as poisonous.
He, however, specializes in agonizing deaths. Slow ones, and very painful.
So think again if you assume that he's the more harmless of the pair.
He will not hesitate to remind you of your mistake.
bio by shanncrafter
“It’s a boy! A beautiful little-” The woman stopped mid-sentence in horror and shock. The fae child in her hands blinked it’s deadly red eyes up at her and yawned as she began to shake. Her hands tore away from the creature and he easily spread his wings for his first flight. She shrieked in terror as her hands boiled with red sores. The toxins disintegrated her palms and slowly creeped through her veins, staining them black. She tore at the skin as if trying to pry it from her system but it was too late. His mother stared on in terror as he tried to move towards her.
She rejected him immediately and took to the air much too quickly to allow him to follow. Asclepias looked on as the woman continued to slowly die in front of his eyes but he didn’t understand what had happened so he curiously set his snout to her hair to check if she was alright. Another shock of the venom hit her and she went brain dead only minutes later. With this knowledge and fear gripping his heart, he took off into the night with unsteady wings in search of a place to get away from the former events.
In the dead of night he came upon a cavern that had a bit of light coming from it. Curiously he poked his head inside where a large male was busy at work over vials of unknown substances. Scared to cause another death he turned to leave but a twig snapped underfoot.
“Little one! You remind me of a tree frog, so beautiful but so...toxic,” he said and then approached him with interest. As his nose bumped the little one, Asclepias cowered back but nothing happened. Surprised he took another step and the leaves that he touched began to boil and fester slowly. The larger dragon’s eyes widened and then a smile came onto his face. “So your coloration is no coincidence. Come in, I might be the only one who can withstand your deadliness.”
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