Theispas

Quiet • Brooding • Protective • Intimidating .-.Name: Theispas .-.Job: Abyss Leader .-.Mate: Nagisa .-.Likes: Dark, quiet, small creatures .-.Dislikes: Loud noises, bright light, talking, unnecessary violence

With his sharp spines and gnarled horns, Theispas might seem intimidating, but he's actually very gentle. He is the leader of the rag-tag abyssal crew. His spines are constantly aglow with a pale greenish light that attracts smaller fish and deep sea creatures. Theispas protects these little fish under his care. He is known as the Emperor of the Depths.

The second-born of his nest of four in the Mirrorlight Promenade. Emerging from his egg during a midday solar eclipse, Theispas has always known the dark. While his clanmates were content to run and play under the sun, its bright rays always hurt his eyes, burned his scales, pushed him away from its warmth. He retreated to the Hewn City one day without a word, hearing rumor of its eternal shade. He saw there unimaginable dark creatures of shadow and hate, lurking between pillars, ready to strike down unsuspecting visitors. But they did not strike him. Instead, they fled from his presence, allowing Theispas to freely roam the unwavering darkness as he pleased.

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Cherub/Peregrine/Glimmer Imperial, common -> Skink/Spinner/Spines, unusual

Shadow/Light Wildclaw/Imperial

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Benthic dragons are inhabitants of the deepest reaches of the Leviathan Trench. Even to their clans they may be strangers, surfacing only rarely from the depths. Within their preferred environs, they are the most fearsome of predators. They blend in with the unlit black of the sea, using their spines as lures to draw in unwary prey. Many fish, deep-sea octoflyers, and other creatures have chased what they thought to be a glowing worm and bitten down only to find that they have snagged the tail-tip of the dragon who now coils around them, squeezing away their life. Benthic dragons live amidst the darkest of the Tidelord's prophecies, those so burdened and heavy with disastrous or malevolent portent that they do not float up from the Spiral Keep, but sink below. Benthic dragons listen to these whispering oracles, absorb their predictions, and whisper back. Where Benthic dragons go, death and misfortune follow, and to hear their sibilant murmurs is to court madness.

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