Javeline
(#41430860)
Level 1 Mirror
Familiar
Cinderkelp Loach
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Energy: 50/50
This dragon’s natural inborn element is Light.
Female Mirror
This dragon is hibernating.
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Personal Style
Apparel
Skin
Scene
Measurements
Length
7.39 m
Wingspan
7.2 m
Weight
696.13 kg
Genetics
Copper
Iridescent
Iridescent
Blood
Stripes
Stripes
Berry
Thylacine
Thylacine
Hatchday
Breed
Eye Type
Level 1 Mirror
EXP: 0 / 245
STR
5
AGI
8
DEF
5
QCK
6
INT
8
VIT
5
MND
8
Lineage
Parents
- none
Offspring
- none
Biography
"Why would you—You have no idea what I've been through!! I wanted this!! There is no part of me I would not give to the GREAT MOTHER, whatever she would want from me, I would gladly give her. You don't understand—This would have been my salvation.. "
With her body already weakened from the trails, the removal of the PLAGUE had her collapsing to the ground; her vision swimming with black dots and developing the start of a strong fever. Fueled by hate and using the last bit of her strength, she swore to have her vengeance, fully intending to go after them once she recovered. That was the last thing she was aware of as she fell unconscious.
What she didn't account for was how much time she would lose, lost in PLAGUE-TOUCHED delirium and sickness ( something she would have been able to control had that necromancer not intervened ). That she would awaken far from her homelands, and the territory she had chosen to take her trials in, at a coastal town hospice.
The moment she could sort out her thoughts, she begged the PLAGUEBRINGER for her forgiveness, as if with her great power would turn back time and let her go through her trials uninterrupted and come out victorious.
"—Please, GREAT MOTHER, I would make you proud.... I would be your strongest DELIVERER... I would have succeeded, I know the price of failure in your eyes, and I know the bounty that is your LOVE, please. Forgive me, let me try again. Please.. Pleasepleaseplease—"
With every prayer and plea she let out that went unanswered, she could feel the hopelessness growing. The silence that rang out after every call she made to the PLAGUEBRINGER only soured her personality, twisted it into something unrecognizable to those who had known her.
"It's not my fault! They tricked me! I would have been wonderful MOTHER, please."
Had she been anyone else, it would have been a welcoming sight, being left in the care of competent healers instead of being left where her body had dropped in the middle of nowhere. But she's embittered and wrathful now, after losing her only chance at becoming a Necromancer and receiving the GREAT MOTHER's gift, and the only one around to take it out on was the poor healer left taking care of her.
With her condition no longer deemed critical, her care had been given to a younger, in-need-of-experience healer who simply needed to dole out potions, check her over her wounds and monitor her progress.
Her body was incredible frail and tired easily; and possibility that she would never recover to her full strength was something she wasn't ready to acknowledge just yet. It was the sole thought of getting revenge that keep her despair at bay, that motivated her to strengthen her body by pacing the length of her room, to feed unassisted and to eat full meals.
On the bad days though, it was the healer she was trying to sink her claws into and spitting vitriol at. Who, it should be noted, displayed the greatest amount of patience when dealing with her and her unpredictable temperament.
"I swear to you GREAT MOTHER, I will fell this interloper who came between us. I will DELIVER them and every other they love to into your accepting arms. I will make them all pay for denying me your LOVE."
With her body already weakened from the trails, the removal of the PLAGUE had her collapsing to the ground; her vision swimming with black dots and developing the start of a strong fever. Fueled by hate and using the last bit of her strength, she swore to have her vengeance, fully intending to go after them once she recovered. That was the last thing she was aware of as she fell unconscious.
What she didn't account for was how much time she would lose, lost in PLAGUE-TOUCHED delirium and sickness ( something she would have been able to control had that necromancer not intervened ). That she would awaken far from her homelands, and the territory she had chosen to take her trials in, at a coastal town hospice.
The moment she could sort out her thoughts, she begged the PLAGUEBRINGER for her forgiveness, as if with her great power would turn back time and let her go through her trials uninterrupted and come out victorious.
"—Please, GREAT MOTHER, I would make you proud.... I would be your strongest DELIVERER... I would have succeeded, I know the price of failure in your eyes, and I know the bounty that is your LOVE, please. Forgive me, let me try again. Please.. Pleasepleaseplease—"
With every prayer and plea she let out that went unanswered, she could feel the hopelessness growing. The silence that rang out after every call she made to the PLAGUEBRINGER only soured her personality, twisted it into something unrecognizable to those who had known her.
"It's not my fault! They tricked me! I would have been wonderful MOTHER, please."
Had she been anyone else, it would have been a welcoming sight, being left in the care of competent healers instead of being left where her body had dropped in the middle of nowhere. But she's embittered and wrathful now, after losing her only chance at becoming a Necromancer and receiving the GREAT MOTHER's gift, and the only one around to take it out on was the poor healer left taking care of her.
With her condition no longer deemed critical, her care had been given to a younger, in-need-of-experience healer who simply needed to dole out potions, check her over her wounds and monitor her progress.
Her body was incredible frail and tired easily; and possibility that she would never recover to her full strength was something she wasn't ready to acknowledge just yet. It was the sole thought of getting revenge that keep her despair at bay, that motivated her to strengthen her body by pacing the length of her room, to feed unassisted and to eat full meals.
On the bad days though, it was the healer she was trying to sink her claws into and spitting vitriol at. Who, it should be noted, displayed the greatest amount of patience when dealing with her and her unpredictable temperament.
"I swear to you GREAT MOTHER, I will fell this interloper who came between us. I will DELIVER them and every other they love to into your accepting arms. I will make them all pay for denying me your LOVE."
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