Almawt
(#40305911)
Level 1 Mirror
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Energy: 50/50
This dragon’s natural inborn element is Plague.
Female Mirror
This dragon is hibernating.
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Personal Style
Apparel
Skin
Scene
Measurements
Length
6.59 m
Wingspan
8.41 m
Weight
683.81 kg
Genetics
Blood
Clown
Clown
Blood
Current
Current
Blood
Crackle
Crackle
Hatchday
Breed
Eye Type
Level 1 Mirror
EXP: 0 / 245
STR
7
AGI
8
DEF
6
QCK
8
INT
5
VIT
6
MND
5
Lineage
Biography
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 "Almawt" Necromancer "She plays with death and souls like any other would with dolls"
She never talks, she just listens, just watches and knows everything. She lurks in the shadows, in dark corners, never making a sound, even her guise is still and silent. No one really knows her. They call her "Almawt" for the plagued smell she carries, for the deathly silence that seems to wrap around her like a blanket. The mirror was found on the outskirts of the woods one day as a hatchling. No one knows how she got there or why. She looked starved, frail. At first they thought she was dead. And who knows. Maybe she was. Even then she never made any sounds. She scared the other hatchlings. A lot of dragons use her as the monster in scary stories. Some say she kidnaps young dragons and eats them. Others claim you would die just from looking at her eyes. |
   
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Colours warp and shimmer in the diamond pendant on her neck. Some dragons swear they've seen something like eyes flash on the gem. And they probably have. She is a necromancer. All her pendants are filled with souls. Souls of the dead. Souls she stole from others. Each diamond contains a soul. She has a box, filled with pendants like that. She manipulates them. Pushes souls in to other beings (usually familiars) and controls them, makes them do her bidding. She awakens the dead and makes them listen to her and follow her commands. They never seem the same as they were before dieing. They are mindless, just a fraction of who they used to be. But she doesn't give up. She keeps trying to fix it. She tries to make them full and alive again. Not just zombies with dead, empty eyes, ready to submit to her every whim. She studies and travels, exhausting libraries and skimming through the oldest of scrolls in the dark of night. She sneaks past book keepers and learns the most intricate runes and rituals. Yet nothing she does seems to work. But the mirror promised herself that she would die before she gave up. She wanted to see him again. To apologise again. A zombie like those wouldn't understand it. So she keeps looking. She keeps visiting the stone, under which he lay burried. |
   
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When she first hatched and opened her eyes in Plague she was captivated. She and her brother were very close and adventurous. One day they decided to explore beyond their home in The Wandering Contagion. They stumbled in to Shadow territory, walked through the forest. Flew above the dark ground, the wind and shadows carresing their scales. It was the most fun she had ever had. Alone with her brother, no supervision, no adults barging in on their bussiness... It was the best day of her life. Until it became the worst. Until her brother fell. He scraped his wing on a pine and his body started plummeting towards the ground, hitting branches on the way. She shrieked in fear and took after him. He was barely breathing. The mirror watched in terror as the rise and fall of her brother's chest started to dim. She looked around in terror, tears clouding her vision. With no better idea of what to do, she grabbed the pendant her mother had given her, saying it was magical, took it of and pressed the gem to his chest. "Stay with me," she whispered, "don't leave me, please." Tears were streaming freely down her face. "Goodbye... Narah," her brother groaned before his body went limp. The pendant flashed red. She grieved for the only dragon who was ever close to her, buried his body and lay upon the rock next to his grave, whispering "I'm sorry" over and over again. "I'm sorry I couldn't save you." "I'm sorry I took you here." She never spoke to anyone after that. A hunting patrol found her, alone and shivering curled upon a rock with tear tracks on her cheeks. Since then she made it her live's mission to her her brother back. She wears the pendant containing his soul wherever she goes and keeps trying to find a way to reawaken the dead. |
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