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Abhair

(#67175068)

Level 25 Pearlcatcher

Familiar

Wood Ear Deer

Energy: 50/50

Personal Style

Apparel

Skin

Scene

Physical Attributes

Battle Stats

Measurements

Length

5.55 m

Wingspan

4.23 m

Weight

463.19 kg

Genetics

Pear
Lionfish

Copper
Freckle

Spring
Koi

Hatchday

Feb 07, 2021
(3 years)

Breed

Adult
Pearlcatcher

Eye Type

Shadow
Rare

Level 25 Pearlcatcher

Max Level

STR

AGI

DEF

QCK

INT

VIT

MND

Lineage

Parents

none

Offspring

none

Biography

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MAIN THEME - STATE OF DECAY
NOT DEAD YET
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"There is definitely something strange going on here."

⚔ STORY
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Sometimes dragons are denied entry to the Canyon, refused residence, the Reliquary's curse weighs their soul and finds them wanting. Instead of being expelled by some mystical force (or more mundane, physical means), these dragons are dragged beneath the topsoil. Limbs ensnared in unrelenting, unbreakable roots; wings pinned to sides by seemingly endless lengths of thick vine; their bodies are pierced by thorns like meat-hooks - serrated so that struggling hurts more, a dissuasion against attempts at escape. Their mouths are stopped up from within by fast-growing plant-life until it drowns out their screams, burbles up their throats and pours petals and leaves upon the ground that's consuming them. No concessions are made by the lair, bones snap, new life blooms between ribs never meant to contain such ferocious floral invaders; the dragon will be entirely changed, skeleton contorted into a new shape, vaguely dragonlike, but completely new; the flesh and blood intertwined with the biology of the woods.

And the curse that claimed them takes their memories, too, their thoughts, hopes, aspirations, the very things that made them an individual. Empty, glowing eyes peer from between plates of skull and bark, devoid of any semblance of autonomy. This dragon is now a pirrik: guardian of the lair, defender of the residents, and another set of claws and vines ready to claim the futures of tresspassers.

This is the fate that befell Abhair. Except... not quite. Unlike the other pirrik in the lair, her pale eyes still see the world around her, shattered memories still flicker through her mind, thoughts that belong to only herself still remind her who she used to be.

When she emerged from the mulch - changed - it had taken her a moment to realise where she was, that she'd ignored Seven's warnings and gone to explore. Little of her actual transformation remains to her (thankfully, she'd like not to remember the harrowing agony of having her body forcibly rearranged) but she feels no connection to Tuaxha or the lair, no desire to inflict this harm on others. She is simply... herself. But different.

Of course, now that she's like this, Abhair fully belongs in the Canyon; it no longer tries to deny her presence (couldn't even if it wanted to), but she also can't leave. And it was a mighty shock to the other residents when she came staggering back out of the woods - the only pirrik ever to attain sentience. Being poked and prodded by Tarryn is one thing, but being regarded as some fearful harbinger of evil quite another.

Perhaps it's best to remain in the woods, even if it is a mostly solitary existence. Even the other misanthropic dragons dwelling in the Greenwood tend to ignore her at best, avoid her at worst. Fen's okay. Doesn't say much, but at least he's not openly mean. Perhaps one day, Tarryn will even find a solution to her... problem. In the mean time... what's a corpse to do with herself all day?

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ORIGIN / The process of being turned into a pirrik left her memories all scrambled, but she has flashes now and then of a warm, lantern-lit evening and a loving family. She had a mate, children, parents, siblings. Where are they now? Why was she here? Will she ever remember? What would her partner think of her now? Actually, Abhair would be pleased if she never saw her like this. Probably best.

Fact / Pronounced aw-vit.
Tuaxha finds her equal parts abhorrent and fascinating. The only pirrik to have no instinct to obey Tuaxha? Outrageous. No one before or since has demonstrated this kind of individuality. She regards Abhair as broken. Something Abhair detests. She's not broken. Just... decomposing.

Likes / In spite of being in control of her own faculties, Abhair finds there are some... distasteful side effects to being like this. Notably: her mouth waters over raw meat. Never mind that she was a vegetarian before hand - pearlcatchers aren't known for their carnivorous tendencies, after all - but she at least feels like it should be cooked. Blegh. Otherwise, the things that please her are much the same: shady woods, soft lanterns, a nice book and good company. Pity she really only has reliable access to two of those now. Pencil won't let her in the library.

Dislikes / Being treated like a science experiment or some newly discovered freak of nature. She's just a dragon. Okay, so she's not just a dragon anymore, but that's only a technicality. She's still who she used to be on the inside.

Interests / She used to be an incense maker. Serri gets it. And since Serri chooses not to see things, there's nothing really stopping them from talking about it or hanging out. Even if Abhair is dreadfully frightened Serri will, one day, figure out that she's a plant zombie.

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RELATIONS
Tarryn – Wood Witch
Fen – High Priestess
Serendipity – Bad Omen
Tuaxha – Patron God

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