Setekh
(#36038299)
He/Him
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Energy: 50/50
This dragon’s natural inborn element is Shadow.
Male Imperial
This dragon is hibernating.
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Personal Style
Apparel
Skin
Scene
Measurements
Length
31.76 m
Wingspan
20.79 m
Weight
8788.06 kg
Genetics
Blood
Jaguar
Jaguar
Sanguine
Alloy
Alloy
Sapphire
Stained
Stained
Hatchday
Breed
Eye Type
Level 1 Imperial
EXP: 0 / 245
STR
6
AGI
6
DEF
6
QCK
5
INT
8
VIT
8
MND
6
Biography
S E T E K H
King's Blade
The Fire
King's Blade
The Fire
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"We live in a world of choices." ╰━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━╯ The shadows had always been his home. Every part of him belonged there, dark scales melting into the thick of the trees. In the perpetual night of the Tangled Wood, Setekh was little more than a ghost. It was easy to disappear when the trees seemed to swallow dragons whole. His brother, Osiris, was much the same. Scales like slick blood and eyes of darkest purple, the brothers were as thick as thieves. For a time, they had been, adolescent boys with quick claws. No one in the Wood trusted one another, but visitors always made for easy targets and their pockets emptied quickly when the brothers set their eyes on them. They aged well, near twins in likeness, and began to strive for bigger hits, heartier cons. They ventured outside of the Wood, where dragons were less likely to expect a con. Osiris, older only by one nest, led them to the Sunbeam Ruins. The dragons there were too high on themselves to believe they could be robbed, he said, and would not suspect the brothers. In many ways, he was right. The dragons there did not often look for a trick amidst the genuine merchants. However, to say that they were unprepared would be a lie. Within a week, Osiris had been caught after a failed con in a Light clans city. He was thrown in their prisons that delved deep into the earth, and Setekh was left above ground alone and uncertain. The Sunbeam Ruins became much more hostile. Setekh could not leave the city without his brother, but the guards did not trust him. He had no talents, beyond theft, and had distrust ingrained into him as much as those back home. He would not ask for help, nor anything at all. It was many years later when Osiris escaped the prisons. By then, Setekh had took on a job—several, even, over the years—and had been saving handfuls of treasure every chance he could get in the hopes of paying for his brothers release. Osiris had surprised, slipping out of the shadows. It was like seeing a ghost, and Setekh was not prepared to be startled like that. He'd long since grown accustomed to walking in the light. “Brother,” Osiris had rasped, voice harsh with disuse. He looked thinner than before, scales not as shimmering, and his eyes looked darker than before. The alley he had called out of was hidden in the shadows of a towering citadel, but the glint of his eyes were too familiar to pass. “Osiris?” Setekh had said, stepping closer to the shadows. The wind rustled his silks, and he saw Osiris’ gaze drop to the shimmering material. “I see you've been living well, Setekh.” He slid out of the alley as he said this, eyes flicking to the roads ahead and behind for any wandering guards. “I'm glad you've gotten by.” Setekh resisted the urge to shift with discomfort. “It was a gift.” From a friend, he wanted to add, but it would seem disloyal to admit to his brother than he had found help elsewhere. “You receive gifts as nice as this? From who?” Setekh ignored the question, asking one of his own. “How are you here, brother?” The guards of the city patrolled often, and Setekh had worked hard to earn back their trust. He would not lose it now. “I escaped.” Osiris didn't seem willing to indulge more than that, but he added, “I waited a long time to come back to you, Set.” Setekh felt a pain at the use of the pretty name. “It's dangerous for you here,” he said. “The guards will catch us if we don't move.” Osiris nodded in agreement, and Setekh begrudgingly brought him to his home. It was a small thing for an Imperial, originally purchased on the assumption of temporary use. Now it had been years, and the place had begun to feel like home. “There is apparel in my room,” Setekh told his brother, moving into the kitchen to prepare food. “Wear what you need.” When next his brother came out, Osiris was wearing another gift. The thorny apparel wrapped around Osiris’ wings, but did not cut the scales. He still looked weary and harsh, cutting a grim figure in Setekh’s home. “You bought all this?” Osiris asked, eyes roving the house. When Setekh nodded, his mouth set into a grim line. He watched Setekh prepare a tray of food, saying nothing, until he finally spoke as if he could wait no longer. “We cannot stay here. It's dangerous for me, and the guards here know of our business. I think if we move south-” “Wait,” Setekh interrupted, putting the tray down. “Do you expect me to leave with you?” The words sounded harsh to him, and the entire situation was beginning to feel alien. “Osiris, I live here now. Friends, and a home. I can't abandon this.” Osiris’ look turned sour. “And you would abandon me? Your brother?” His voice became harsh. “Two years is all it takes to turn you soft, it seems. Two years, and you forget where your loyalties lie.” “My loyalties?” Setekh replied back, just as angry. “Where did loyalty to you get me? It was by luck that the guards did not catch me, and it was by the kindness of others that I found a living.” Osiris sneered. “The kindness of others. You sound like a child.” “Better than a criminal, locked away. How many years are you willing to waste? And for what?” Osiris didn't seem to have an answer for this, and instead shot Setekh a foul look. “So you will leave me? This will be your life, forever?” Just like that, the anger dissipated from Setekh. “No, Osiris,” he replied, suddenly tired. “You're my brother. I will follow you wherever you go.” This was the truth, and Osiris seemed relieved to hear it. “I hate it when we fight, Set.” He spoke in a kinder voice now, moving closer to his brother. “Especially when we should be embracing one another, after all these years.” Setekh did not disagree with his brother, and only nodded. In the night, the two packed up Setekh's things. There were no farewells, and Setekh did not take in the city one last time before they left. Osiris has been right about one thing. They should stick together, as brothers do. Setekh was not as willing to lose his brother again. This was perhaps why, that night, he made a promise to himself. He would turn his brother off that self-destructive path. He would do what he needed to keep them together, and to keep them well. Whatever it took. |
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F A M I L I A R - Sepyis 
- - - - - - - - - A R T - None yet - - - - - - - - - S T O R I E S - The Flame and The Fire - - - - - - - - - E X T R A - None yet ╰━━━━━━━━╯ 
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