Sisyphus
(#40817556)
Level 15 Spiral
Macaria
Deadland Disciple
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Energy: 50/50
This dragon’s natural inborn element is Plague.
Male Spiral
This dragon is hibernating.
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Personal Style
Apparel
Skin
Scene
Measurements
Length
3.66 m
Wingspan
3.22 m
Weight
63.75 kg
Genetics
Stone
Iridescent
Iridescent
Blood
Current
Current
Sanguine
Thylacine
Thylacine
Hatchday
Breed
Eye Type
Level 15 Spiral
EXP: 55768 / 60881
STR
5
AGI
9
DEF
5
QCK
8
INT
6
VIT
6
MND
6
Biography
Sisyphus
there are worse fates than death
there are worse fates than death
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 Macaria the blessed death 
Bones a prophecy of infestation Birthstone 
APRIL Lapis Lazuli Water Adaptable Aloof Hoards 
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[10/04/XX] Day 1
On the tenth dusk, the hatchlings finally won their battle against the thin husks of their shells. "Feeble, but they have potential." Three eggs had rotted away, but the two hatchlings that survived seemed undisturbed by the change in their surroundings. "Their breathing is strong." Rixis remarked, nostrils flaring as he took in his children. Grisha let out a pleased rumble; just as the bones had foretold. "Lets hope they serve Her well." [13/04/XX] Day 3 Sisyphus hissed his displeasure; Malady had departed in recent daylight hours, whisked away by Her calling. His sister had less patience than he did, he mulled, as he twisted into the sky. The scent of her steps would have given her away even if their father hadn't said a word, but Sisyphus knew why she'd done it. He was flying, after all. Mother and sister alike struggled to comprehend their male family member's love for flying. Mirrors and their feet. Sisyphus always tripped. But as he flew, a radioactive stream caught the Necromancer's eye. The world lulled into silence as the lethal liquid called to him. Luring him. Rotrock Rim rumbled restlessly below him. "Relish the regurgitated rot, for liquid will lead you to luck."
[16/04/XX] Day 6
The parasites picked and prodded, rotting away away into his hide, relishing as their host's flesh relinquished to their grazing. The plague had picked away at Sisyphus' form from the split second he first dived beneath the river of toxic waste. This brazen and bold display of dedication, however, seemed to have won Sisyphus' Her favour, as he had found a small den tucked away in the rim of the Wyrmwound. Curled in the dent of Her symbolic teeth, Sisyphus had found himself highly entertained by his own degradation. The grin cracking his face was as unrelenting as the rotting hide cells. Red eyes seemed to almost glow as the Spiral toyed with his mortality. ** | ** |
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[19/04/XX] Day 9
Another brook of bile broke its way out of Sisyphus' mouth, vehement venturing to join the rest of the vile fluid covering the Wyrmwound's outer rim. He'd seen his sister pass by. When, he wasn't sure-- hours swam around his head, playing games with the plague passing through his system. Boils blistered across her skin, kissing her wings as the wind with his own. A bubble of relief popped along side the pustule on his front paw. It was by Her saving grace his wings weren't ripped from him. Sisyphus would give his life to Her, and if She asked he would give her wings too. Perhaps that's why, he thought as he swept the infectious mess away from his face, perhaps that's why She hadn't taken them from him too.
[22/04/XX] Day 12
Another day, another dawn. Sisyphus sought entertainment through the plague now. It fascinating him, the gift She gave to him. He could dominate the disease, dousing its hunger 'til it lay dormant, streaking across his hide. The next minute he could feed it his form, let it fester and feast upon his flesh as he felt his life draining away. His amusement was in awe, and his faith flew higher and higher. The Mother had given him her blessing, and he would serve her indefinitely, and indubitably. This was a power beyond belief.
[25/04/XX] Day 15
Lucidity was slowly making its return. As healthy became irregular, and illness became the new norm, Sisyphus' brain grew accustomed to working through the fog clouding his senses. This transformation may be why it took so long for Sisyphus to register the animated grown swaying before him. "Who are you?" "You've done well." Macaria praised the trainee before her. "Though you are far from done, She has seen your dedication and finds humour in your process." Sisyphus' coiled tighter, rising a little higher at the praise. "I have been sent to assist you." ** | ** |
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**  ** ** Strengths Adaptable Dedicated Honourable Traits Hypnotic Independent Religious Flaws Fanatical Morbid Nihilistic ** **  passed 2nd trial day 12 **  Met Macaria Day 15 | ** |
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 TS 1 - D18 devoured by the rot IMMEDIATE DEATH 
TS 5 - D19 lost limb control and became prey SLOW DEATH  TS 13 - D21 lost several organs but alive STRUGGLING  TS 44 - D23 cured THRIVING  passed 3rd trial day 23 | ** |
[28/04/XX] Day 18
Macaria trailed after Sisyphus, rots weaving through the Wasteland's surface as the familiar tracked the grounded spiral. Though thought was clearer, vertigo still span reality around Sisyphus; after attempting to fly thrice, Her servant decided he would serve the Mother better by walking... for now. Though the plague had rested dormant at his command days prior, continual suppression was a challenge on Sisyphus' warier hours, such as today. Still, learning control in one area could not smother the spiral's speed. A nest of rats caught the dragon's eye, and a grin split his face as his body looped and twisted to the right. Aha- the first test subjects~! [01/05/XX] Day 21 While the first few subjects all died before Sisyphus could subdue the ailments he'd plagued them with, subject 13 was showing a surprising amount of resilience. The rot had devoured the fish's left kidney, and was now slowly rising the pH of the struggle's stomach acid. But the reach of the rot remained there, as Sisyphus slowly doused the licking limbs lingering at the edges of the contagion. The core of the curse continued its battle, however, but hope filled the Necromancer trainee. He was getting the hang of this; he was surviving. [04/05/XX] Day 24 Dawn broke across the Wastelands, rays of light heating the cracked surface until the rot hidden beneath bubbled through the cracks of the earth. Daylight's arrival also broke the vial of satisfaction in Sisyphus' chest, and success rushed through his veins as the corrupted antelope retreated from the spiral's claws. "Relish the regurgitated rot, for liquid will lead you to luck." His Mother's message circled through his mind again, and Macaria seemed to sense the change as she shifted by Sisyphus' side. The southern wind stung his streaked hide, salt brushing against the currently dormant rot. Though Sisyphus had earned his Necromancer title, his mission had only just begun. ** | ** |
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