Mustard
(#63183582)
Level 25 Fae
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Personal Style
Apparel
Skin
Scene
Measurements
Length
1.44 m
Wingspan
0.94 m
Weight
1.01 kg
Genetics
Goldenrod
Savannah
Savannah
Obsidian
Noxtide
Noxtide
Obsidian
Thylacine
Thylacine
Hatchday
Breed
Eye Type
Level 25 Fae
Max Level
STR
5
AGI
8
DEF
5
QCK
6
INT
8
VIT
5
MND
8
Biography
Three Years Later
It was a pair of Sires who greeted them, and Maple coiled in discomfort as twin sets of red eyes stared back at her. It was off, not quite Plague in shade, but it was scarcely a year since the Conclave had abandoned the ranks of the Necromancers and she still held a deep-seated wariness of any community that held a heavy faith in Plague - or the looks of it. Bane, as the wildclaw introduced himself, found this amusing. He had been hatched in Water, not Plague, and held neither fervent adoration nor fleeting interest in the Plaguebringer or her so-called chosen. His eyes, he explained, were red because all Sires' eyes are, an ordinary change in those who chose to carry and birth new symbionts, caring for them and finding new bondmates for them when the opportunity-- and a suitable partner-- presented itself. He looked at her pointedly as the phrase "suitable partner" left his lips, and she grimaced. There were still... scars... from her time with the Necromancers, and the Plaguebringer's claws still marked the curve of her spine. She was not willing to be dragged into another set of posturing, backstabbing dragons and their politics. But the other Sire shot Bane a look of her own. "The choice has to be hers, Bane, not any other's." "True," he replied, "but if she isn't willing... what of the others?" She coiled. Swallowed fire, swallowed discomfort. Their choices are their own, she signed. But all of us are here because other organizations, other communities, have harmed us. All here carry that pain. We will not willingly bind ourselves to any others like the Necromancers. The coatl scoffed. "Power. Hunger. Ambition. The symbionts don't fight as Necromancers do. Once bonded, a pair is free to do as they wish, with or without the company or assistance of others of our kind. Nothing is expected of you except that you take care of your bondmate, and that they care for you." Frowning, Maple beckoned Mustard over, watching the Sires' faces for any reaction to his Shade-touched nature. When neither spoke, she looked at him with head tilted, a silent question. What do you think? He fanned his wings, spreading spores in front of him. "So you expect us to believe that yours is a community bereft of strife?" "No," the coatl answered, amusement rippling through her feathers. "But what you do once you are bonded is your choice alone. You may have as frequent or as little contact with other Carrionix as you like. We have no laws except that which we have stated - care for your bondmate, as they must care for you." Mustard's pestilent gaze returned to Maple, giving her the slightest of shrugs. "I say let whoever wishes be bound. If what they say is true, we lose nothing from trusting in it. If they lie, we may simply leave as we did before. I for one am willing to try." Bane stared at Mustard for a long time, his sickle claws tapping the earth experimentally. Finally, he nodded. "In you, Shade-claimed, being bonded would have... different results. I do not know if any symbiont has ever willingly bound itself to one touched by Shade." At Maple's puzzled look, the coatl bowed her head apologetically. "We do not judge. Some of those bonds turned out well for both dragon and symbiont, a stable union benefiting both. But almost all came from cases where the symbiont was stolen by the dragon and forcibly bound to the Shade. A willing union would be new." Here she paused, glancing at Bane before stepping forward. "Some of my young are curious, and would be willing to bond with you, but the choice must be yours." Again the fae looked to Maple, and she only closed her eyes. She would not make the choice for him. But if Mustard was willing... He would not make his choice alone. When he held out a hand to accept a symbiont, so too did she, accepting with that single motion whatever consequences might come. |
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