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Erembour

(#49258919)

Level 10 Pearlcatcher

Energy: 50/50

Personal Style

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Physical Attributes

Battle Stats

Measurements

Length

5.53 m

Wingspan

5.22 m

Weight

473.28 kg

Genetics

Shale
Tapir

Charcoal
Striation

Orca
Ghost

Hatchday

Feb 10, 2019
(5 years)

Breed

Adult
Pearlcatcher

Eye Type

Lightning
Common

Level 10 Pearlcatcher

EXP: 3610 / 27676

STR

AGI

DEF

QCK

INT

VIT

MND

Lineage

Parents

Offspring

none

Biography

Erembour
"What is dead may never die."
Celebrant/Mourner

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Memento Mori
Generation 2
Nascentes morimur
Hedonist | Thrill Seeker | That Man is Dead
pessimistic|sarcastic

Memento mori (Latin: "remember that you have to die") is the medieval Latin Christian theory and practice of reflection on mortality, especially as a means of considering the vanity of earthly life and the transient nature of all earthly goods and pursuits.

Memento mori has been an important part of ascetic disciplines as a means of perfecting the character by cultivating detachment and other virtues, and by turning the attention towards the immortality of the soul and the afterlife.

This curse would be traced down his lineage. All Vigil's children were destined to die, like any dragon. But they would be given a second chance. It was up to the children if they would accept the bargain.

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Erembour's Outfit

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Ere (pronounced “Air”) had just counted herself as one of the many children of Midnight, the famed thief who wore ambition like a second skin. She was neither the youngest, nor the oldest, or anyone to command attention to, which she thought was neither a good thing or a bad thing even - for each side reaped its own benefits. Her older brother, Kashi, was the bolder one, the bright one, the one whom their father favored, as much of most of them do over the daughters they sire, so she took everything in a slow stride in life. She ate. She flew. She learned a few nifty tricks that involved nicking off the tastier morsels of meat before Kashi did, or if a stray coin rolled her way and disappeared before she even twitched an eye. Everything was easy. Even death, which she thought would be as easy as sleeping - with the benefit of never waking up.

Oh, but then again, odds were never in her favor.

Midnight wasn’t that much of a caring mother, as Ere found out, leaving her to her devices, even yet when she ended up wounded. “Your doing, your end,” she was always told. Ere took all these in stride, before even Kashi started berating her to do ‘something important’ with her life. Perplexed, a bit nonplussed that these were all the words her mother and brother could spare her, she sought her father’s help, which she rarely even did, out of the little fear of being turned away just like Midnight and Kashi opted to show to her. Instead, Varys patiently told her, “Perhaps you feel that this might be wrong place for you, my girl.”

And there it was, that small flurry of hope. She looked out to the distance from where the shores near to the clan her family had resided for the time being lay, breathing as the news of his passing were drowned out by the lull of waves crushing against the sand, and took flight.

She didn’t know where she was going, nor did she took a certain path. It was a path, all the same - and one that she had been unwilling to take as the night took the vague shape of a frosted hide and four blazing white eyes boring into hers as she felt her wings solidify to cracking ice. Would it have been a good time to die, she wouldn’t know, being a bit astounded of the fact that she was calm as the inky darkness of the sea rushed up to greet her like a willing murder of crows, the blur of pain then the nothingness, wrapping around her like a blanket.

Maybe this was her chance. She never mattered to the world anyway.
Or did she?

The shore she had washed up on was as different from the one she knew, from the glittering pink sands to the colossal cave mouth that yawned in front of her as if in greeting. Her body ached all over, but soon found small clumps of what looked like glowing mushrooms over her body. But then, that wasn’t exactly the most weirdest thing she has ever found, she thought as she laid her eyes over the red-scaled Serthis who stood before her, with his arms crossed.

“You think it’d be that easy?” He asked her.

“What was?”

The Serthis sighed and fixed his hood. Venomous green eyes stared at her, scrutinising every point and edge from her body for a long time before even answering her, “Dying.”

Ere - oh, look, she remembered her name - coughed a few times before she could speak. “I did. But I suppose you’re no nephalim to show me the gates to pearly heaven.”

He let out a long drawed out sigh before reaching out and slashing at her arm. She didn’t even flinch, but soon did when she noticed she wasn’t even bleeding. The Serthis now had a smug look on his face just as the same wounded mark on her appeared on his own arm. Ere raised a brow as soon as they both started to bleed.

“There’s something in you that loves living, not that you would ever own up to it, but there’s enough for me to catch an interest on,” he told her as both their wounds healed back to flawlessness.

“I don’t want your deal of fame, mister-“

He held up a finger. “Not fame. Everyone goes for that. Your mother, your brothers. I would know,” he crossed his arms again. “No. What I offer is this: the constant adrenaline in your blood, the heady rush of euphoria, the thrill of the hunt, the revelation of miracles that you only get to see for yourself without anything, or anyone for that matter-“ here, he winked at her- “having to expect you to fulfill their expectations.

Dying is easy, I can guarantee you that, but living is harder. Living without leaving yourself is the hardest.”

Ere had quieted the whole time. Her pearl that she carried beside her was no longer the pallid chrome that accompanied her through her earlier days, but a vibrant silver, whose sheen shone the reflection of rainbows as she nestled it closer to her side.

She felt a bit lightheaded, but she soon waded out of the water that didn’t seem like normal liquid in the first place with more ease than she found herself in the first time. “May I know your name first, at least?”

The Serthis regarded her coolly before he helped her out, patting the place where he slashed at her earlier. “Amboure. I thought ‘Amber’ was already too used of a name.”

“Well then, Amb, you’re no angel indeed but let’s go chase that heaven you promised me.” Ere now felt stronger than she had been, her voice soon having a doubled echo as if there were two mouths speaking at once. She didn’t need to look around for the Serthis, it was only his chosen corporeal form anyway, but as she took steps towards the cavemouth, she felt the familiar’s warm coils wrap around her body tenderly, a smile breaking over her face.

Odd one chance out and of course she’ll take the best of it.

It was just a matter of right timing after all.

Written by the lovely Silva

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