Genen
(#37266139)
Level 10 Guardian
Familiar
Fallout Streak
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Energy: 50/50
This dragon’s natural inborn element is Arcane.
Female Guardian
This dragon is hibernating.
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Personal Style
Apparel
Skin
Scene
Measurements
Length
10.49 m
Wingspan
13.18 m
Weight
6642.59 kg
Genetics
Orca
Ripple
Ripple
Eldritch
Shimmer
Shimmer
Mauve
Basic
Basic
Hatchday
Breed
Eye Type
Level 10 Guardian
EXP: 684 / 27676
STR
7
AGI
6
DEF
8
QCK
5
INT
5
VIT
8
MND
6
Biography
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Genen ++++++++++ The Raven Most dragons live in fear of the Shade, but the Corven instead fear the darkness that lurks inside the mind. There are those of them who dabble in the paranormal despite their clans’ remonstrations; the weaker ones succumb to it first. Their eyes go blank, and they glide away as if hauled on puppet strings and do not return, except as silent specters at the edges of one’s vision. They become tengu—Corven so enthralled by the realm of spirits that they lose themselves in it. The Corven make attempts to rehabilitate these poor souls. Phinehas was one charged with such a task. As a Tengu Caller, he had to go into the dark woods and bring back his lost brethren. He had been ordained only a few weeks ago, and he was not very eager about his first mission. Ahead of him, the Tangled Wood sprawled ominous and dark. It was said to swallow up dragons; he didn’t doubt it had swallowed some of his flockmates, too. He gripped his scythe tightly and glided forward. As soon as the trees locked branches above him, he felt he’d entered another world. The sounds of the night became muffled, and the moonlight, filtered through leaves, was diffused into a murky glow. Still, Phinehas kept on. He had a general feel for where north lay and could orient himself even when he couldn’t see the sky. It was nearly pitch-dark when he decided to stop for the night. He built no fire, instead finding a hollow tree and wedging himself inside it. By his reckoning, dawn was still some hours away. He decided he would awaken at sunrise.... ~ ~ ~ Phinehas woke with a jolt. He struggled to orient himself and saw dawn’s red light bleeding in through the tree. “Right on schedule,” he thought as he crawled outside. The forest didn’t look any better in daylight; it was now wreathed in fog, and the mists diffused the sunlight. The Tengu Caller felt as though he were still lost in a dream. And what had awakened him? His feathers bristled as he thought about it. There had been...a noise? Some kind of scream? Not a dragon’s roar, that was for certain. “Could be one of my brethren. I should see if I can find them and call them back.” He stuffed dried rations into his beak as he took to the trees. Hopping nimbly from branch to branch, he made his way deeper into the forest. Phinehas would have preferred to fly instead, but the trees were too close, and the air was stagnant. The fog didn’t help; it made things so difficult to see. “I’ll have to climb higher, get above it. I can get my bearings from there.” So up he went, towards the light beyond the canopy. He had to go slowly, for his scythe hung heavily from one shoulder and he feared the branches would break beneath him. He looked down briefly at one point. Pale spots glowed at him from the scarlet darkness; Phinehas blinked in surprise, and they were gone. “Some trick of the light, perhaps. This fog is quite thick. And the sunlight doesn’t seem to be getting any brighter, either—” And then he was above the trees. Phinehas looked around. He was still tired, and he struggled to process what he was seeing. Around him, the fog lay heavy, thick. And scarlet... He blinked and looked up. The sky above him was cloudy, but there was no mistake, the sun had risen long ago. Suddenly he realized: He hadn’t woken up at dawn. The fog had tricked him into thinking it was still early, when in fact it was already midmorning. “What is this?” Phinehas hissed. The fog lapped at his robe, and he recoiled and stared at it. It wasn’t diffusing the sunlight—it shone instead with a light of its own. He was a native of the Tangled Wood, and he’d never seen anything like this before. Something was wrong. He raised his head, trying to get his bearings. That was when he saw the figure. He pushed back his hood to get a better look at it. It was some distance away. Dark, upright—it stood atop a great pine tree, and Phinehas thought that at first it might be a dragonmade totem. And then it moved. He blinked again. “A Nocturne mimicking something? A dryad?” He tried to rationalize what he was seeing even as it turned. Alarm bells rang in his mind as the thing moved, and then a jolt of pure fear ripped through him—he knew it was looking at him. Then it jumped. It flew up and forward like a nightmare locust, tatters of black trailing behind it. Phinehas watched it arc through the air and then land on a tree, closer this time. Closer to him. “Flee! Flee!” He was not a fast flier, and he knew it could snatch him out of the sky, whatever it was. He scrambled back down into the fog instead. As he did, a terrible screech split the air. Phinehas gulped—it was the same sound that’d woken him earlier. Was it a scream of triumph...or a call to others of its kind? He didn’t wait to find out. He landed on the ground and darted off into the brush. As he did, there was a tremendous crash, and broken branches rained from above. He froze, huddling next to a tree. He knew the creature had landed somewhere above him. It was trying to sniff him out. Phinehas’ mind was racing. His elders had schooled him on the dangers he might encounter in the woods; he had even battled some of those beasts while in training. He struggled to identify this creature. It looked almost like a dryad, but the way it moved and screamed...He instinctively knew the usual offerings of insects and honey wouldn’t appease it. He had to get away. The red fog appeared to be dissipating. Phinehas wondered fleetingly if it was somehow connected with the creature. He slunk low to the ground, his robes pulled tightly around him and his scythe close at hand. Ahead of him, there was no fog; there was instead a deeper darkness, deep in the tangled thickets and brush. If it came down to a fight, Phinehas would defend himself, but he wanted to avoid that if possible. He decided it would be better to hide instead. Deep into the darkness he crawled, mindful all the while of the stealthy, sliding cracks and snaps behind him. The creature was moving through the trees, and occasionally it let out piercing screams. Nothing ever replied, but that wasn’t necessarily good news; it could simply be getting angry. Phinehas shivered when he heard the creature’s voice, but he slunk on doggedly. Whenever his clothes snagged on branches, he cut them loose with his talons instead of tugging them—the less noise he made, the better. Soon he was crammed into a dark, tiny space where the branches formed a dome above his head. He could still hear the creature, but it seemed farther away now. The sound of it crashing through the trees had faded until it was no louder than distant clicks.... Phinehas’ feathers prickled. There was something else here with him. His eyes had adjusted to the darkness, and now he thought he could see something off to the side. Limbs as spindly as the branches, a faint glitter, like fiery sparks. The air outside was dead, but he could hear a faint hissing now, too. Something else was moving towards him, coming closer and closer. Phinehas had already unclipped his scythe. He gripped it tightly now. He’d lash out if he had to, never mind the thorns that would surely slice him open—anything to repel the creature that was now plucking at his robe with needle-sharp claws.... “Phinehas! Phinehas?” The Tengu Caller blinked, startled. He recognized those voices: His flockmates had come for him. At the same instant, the smaller, darker creature hissed and took off. Phinehas caught a brief glimpse of it, all spindly limbs and clicking claws like a disgusting, overgrown spider. It was headed straight for his flockmates. “No!” he squawked. He burst out of the thicket, trying to chop through with his scythe. “Stay away—” CRASH! With the thunderous crack of snapping branches, the first creature smashed down through the canopy, landing squarely before him. Phinehas caught a glimpse of a smooth, oval face and large eyes before it shrieked at him, exposing glittering, pointed teeth. It raked at him with claws as long and sharp as knives. Phinehas jumped back. He spread his wings instinctively, hoping to rise into the air. But as he did, something horrendous happened: the creature dissolved. Not into liquid, but into birds, solid-black ravens that whirled around him, beating with their wings, stabbing with beaks and claws. They screamed so loudly, he thought his ears might burst from their voices. He was borne back to the ground again, beaks punching through his thick robes, stabbing into what lay beneath. Phinehas felt the weight of his scythe. It hung cold and heavy from his hand. With a defiant screech of his own, he lifted it and spun around, carving a trench through the accursed flock. He felt the jolt of the blade connecting and in spite of his peril, he felt a rush of vicious triumph. Light suddenly shone down on him. He could breathe again; he staggered, his chest heaving as he gulped down air. The ravens had exploded away from him, and as he watched, they slammed back into each other with sickening thuds. Their feathers overlapped, seemed to run together like water. The creature reappeared again, bit by grotesque bit. It didn’t immediately leap to attack Phinehas, and he had a long moment to study it. It was slumped on its overlong legs, head bowed as if exhausted. Its long, inky hair hung over its back, trailing over the cloak of feathers it wore; Phinehas shuddered at how slick it looked, as if it had been doused in blood. The creature was making soft, raspy noises, and he guessed that it was distressed and he had wounded it. He could see that its claws were still twitching, though. If he hesitated further, he knew it would turn on him again. He lifted the scythe— And then with another scream, the creature’s back burst open. A sharp, dark appendage lunged out, clanged against the scythe blade. Phinehas spun away again. He staggered and flapped his wings, attempting to regain his balance. As he did, the creature rose to its feet. Its back was moving, moving... “Wings?” Phinehas thought. The red fog was closing in again, obscuring his view of the creature... But not entirely. As he stumbled backwards, the feathers, the hair...They briefly parted, showing a great, dark head. Another head. The head of a great raven, with deep, hollow eyes. “What is this?!” Phinehas’ heart dropped. He swung his scythe again, but it only connected with the creature’s beak and was deflected with a loud clang. The creature was walking backwards towards him now, moving slowly but steadily. Inexorably. The raven’s beak opened, and it let out a dry, rattling rasp. “Have to get away.” Demons, fiends, whatever dwelled in these woods was too much for the young Tengu Caller. He staggered backwards, still reeling from his many wounds...and felt the tree slam into his back— And the claws, so many claws. That was when he screamed again. They had him. ~ ~ ~ The Mix of Misfits watched from their lair as the Corven flock fluttered away. They bore their injured comrade with them. He was still shrieking. “Think he’ll go insane?” Garrett muttered. Viktoria laughed sardonically and shook her head. “Doesn’t matter if he does or doesn’t. Either way, those Corven won’t be coming back to these woods anytime soon.” Genen showed up at the lair some hours later. The Tengu Caller had dropped some trinkets when he’d ripped his clothes, and she carried some of these now, holding them out in one razor-clawed hand. They were worthless, but Viktoria accepted them anyway, nodding and then handing over the medicines Genen pointed out. Genen stalked back into the trees. Word of her spread among the Corven flocks, thanks to Phinehas’ tales. The young Tengu Caller was never the same after that incident, and he was discharged from the order, owing to his newfound fear of the sounds of nocturnal creatures and—most embarrassing for any Talonok—his fear of ravens and crows. It was not the first time a Tengu Caller had been put out of commission by too much darkness and terror, and his flock treated him with care. But it didn’t really help. Towards the end of his life, Phinehas’ mind slipped away more quickly. He frequently woke in the night, babbling to his caretaker of things only he could hear. “Can’t you hear it? Those shrieks...It’s coming closer. It dances on the trees....” When he started covering his eyes, claiming it was because he couldn’t stand to see their faces, they questioned him. The old Corven rasped that his own flockmates reminded him too much of the raven’s head. He could still see it sometimes, he claimed, peeping at him through the fog. He didn’t want to see that face again. And the Corven’s faces, with their black feathers and round, dark eyes, were too much like it. Even their voices, their shrieks and caws, were too much like it. It was too much... Phinehas broke out of his room soon after. His flockmates chased after him, but stopped when they saw his expression. “Another one, lost to the darkness,” they mourned, folding their wings across their eyes. They watched the new tengu glide into the trees. They would not be sending a Tengu Caller, not after this one. They had already done all they could, but sometimes the creatures of the real world were more terrible than spirits or demons could ever be. One way or another, the monsters of the dark wood would have their prey. ~ written by Disillusionist (254672) all edits by other users  △△△△ |
By:theblackdahlia
Tengu
Tengu will attempt to confuse and lead the unwary dragon astray.
Tengu Caller
Sent by their clans to seek and bring home their fallen flock lost to madness and confusion, these dusk-traveling bounty hunters seem to be losing their own battle with darkness.
Greybeak Reaper
These fearful Corven are said to be the shepherds of the lost spirits of recently deceased Talonok.
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