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Pneumonic

(#99823)

"I'll rise hell or high water, and you'll remember me."

Familiar

Slight Eyewing

Energy: 50/50

Personal Style

Apparel

Skin

Scene

Physical Attributes

Battle Stats

Measurements

Length

7.47 m

Wingspan

6.47 m

Weight

501.68 kg

Genetics

Obsidian
Fade

Blood
Butterfly

Thistle
Veined

Hatchday

Jul 02, 2013
(10 years)

Breed

Adult
Wildclaw

Eye Type

Plague
Rare

Level 25 Wildclaw

Max Level

STR

133

AGI

DEF

QCK

INT

VIT

MND

Lineage

Parents

none

Offspring

Biography

White/Black/Winter/Sunset

Pneumonic

- Standard of the Plaguebringer
- Bloody Head Bandage
- Witch's Cobwebs
- Skeletal Chimes
- Unearthly Onyx Forejewels
- Tarnished Steel Pauldrons
- Tarnished Steel Gauntlets
- Unearthly Onyx Clawrings
- Tarnished Steel Belt
- Tarnished Steel Boots
- Bloody Leg Bandages
- Onyx Seraph Tail Bangle
- Bloody Tail Bandage

Together against our opposition
alone or siding a coalition
we stand united and true;
We'll be there through and through.

Pneumonic

(New-Mon-Ick)
Clan Leader
Mate of Tularemia

"Sane is the insanity most call normality put forth by society."

Many would call me insane and perhaps I am. I lurk in the dark and watch from the shadows awaiting my moment to pounce. Of course, that alone is simply tactic. The purpose? That is for me to know, and you? Well, perhaps you'll find out. If they say you are a danger, then I have no choice. They drive me, tell me what is good and what is bad. It may seem mindless to you... but you know nothing of true mindlessness.

The voices, they keep me safe. Those things up in my head. They are the epitome of true loyalty, and that is something no dragon can understand. Only those that hear them... Yes, those are the ones that can be trusted. They've heard, they know, and they understand. I am no monster to them. I am a friend and they are mine. That is my clan... a voice for the lost. What is my voice? My voice... I am the phantom.

"I have loved in numberless forms, numberless times, in life after life, in age after age, and I still come back."

Dragon Records

Starting Genes
Basic/Basic/Basic; Mirror
Common Eyes

Secondary Gene - Stripes // 90,000 Treasure
Breed Change - Wildclaw // 1.2 Million Treasure
Primary Gene - Speckle // 125,000 Treasure
Tertiary Gene - Smoke // 190,000 Treasure
Secondary Gene Change - Facet // 1,200 Gems
Primary Gene - Vipera // 0 Treasure
Tertiary Gene - Ghost // 166,000 Treasure
Primary Gene - Falcon // 167,780 Treasure
Secondary Gene - Butterfly // 1,200 Gems
Breed Change - Banescale // 340,000 Treasure
Tertiary Gene - Skeletal // 0 Treasure (Coliseum)
Primary Gene - Ragged // 169 Gems
Secondary Gene - Tear // 129 Gems
Breed Change - Wildclaw // 2,000 Gems
Primary Gene - Fade // 100,000 Treasure
Secondary Gene - Butterfly // 1,200 Gems
Tertiary Gene - Veined // 285 Gems
Eyes - Rare // 0 Treasure (Scattersight)

Total:
2,378,780 Treasure // 6,183 Gems

Original Colours
Obsidian/Blood/Thistle

This dragon has no records of ever being scattered.

Total:
0 Treasure // 0 Gems

Original Name
Abyss

Name changed from "Abyss" to "Pneumonic."

Shoutouts
To Butzefrau for donating treasure to assist me in getting the Wildclaw scroll!
To SimonBlackquill for donating treasure to assist me in getting the Wildclaw scroll!
To Acrophobia for donating treasure and gems to assist me in getting the Wildclaw scroll!
To Toothiana for donating a Vipera scroll!

Breeding Pair

As Pneumonic is a first generation dragon along with her mate, all offspring will be pure second generations. In terms of genes, they will differ somewhat but are rather 50:50 in most cases. The range itself is mostly tight; the primaries and teriaries consist mostly of greyscale colours with some purples tied into the tertiaries. Secondaries include a very tight range of only reds.

Potential Offspring

Dragon Lore

"Tell me just how deep you would dig if you could bury me
I'd claw my way back through hell to bring you to your knees
I wanna see your face as you watch the world fall apart at the seams

I know all your secrets
I know all your lies
You should know
What goes around comes around"

Outsiders

"The scariest monsters are the ones that lurk within our souls."

Pneumonic.

Ah, a name both shrouded in mystery yet so well known. She's a curious one, and not in the curiosity killed the cat kind of way. No, she's an oddity. A dragon no one can really figure out or understand. It is hard to say if even her mate knows what is going on in her mind. The better question is why he - or her clan - stays.

After a lab erupted into chaos due to an experiment gone wrong, Pneumonic became a dragon that sounded like a nightmare become reality. Stories about the lab were vague, though the lab was supposedly only for willing volunteers, but Pneumonic was the one thing that was clear. She was a threat and to be avoided at all cost.

The story goes that Pneumonic went insane after volunteering for a transformation program. She was a Mirror that became a previously unknown breed. Possibly the first of her kind. She was savage and ruthless, tearing through any and all that got in her way. Even innocents were killed in the lab that day. There was only one survivor by the time she was through.

He fled the scene for fear of his life. He had a family to return to: experiments were not worth never returning to his family. With that in mind, he left without thinking of the consequences of if Pneumonic managed to free herself from that lab.

Pneumonic escaped shortly thereafter and, while she was not actively hunting him to start, she did cause immense trouble. She would hunt down other dragons and viciously attack them. Few survived and the ones that managed to usually ended up dead shortly after. Ones that weren't were hunted down and finished off in more ways than just one.

She spread terror throughout the lands she crossed, and many clans went into hiding until she left the area. They saw no point in putting their clan in danger due to a rumour that may or may not be true. Their best bet was to assume the worst and hide everyone.

That said, anyone caught without a clan with Pneumonic around was as good as dead. Clans would abandon anyone being attacked by her to save the majority, even if the one being attacked was part of their clan. It was too much risk for too little reward. Stories of anyone fighting back against her were not told to end well, so fleeing was their best bet. The loss of one would be nothing compared to the loss of many.

As time passed, Pneumonic's name became more and more well-known. To those on Plague grounds, she was as real as the ground beneath your feet. To those not, she was a folktale to scare children to not stay out too late or to be good. Only those from Plague lands knew that she was real.

There was one dragon who Pneumonic was most real too, however. That was Alpaon. Rumours told that Alpaon had been neglecting his clan. There were various reasons, but many linked him to Pneumonic. He avoided the name entirely and had strange behaviour upon the mention of her. Either he was extremely fearful, linked to her in some way, or both. No one really knew for sure.

Either way, news traveled. By now, Pneumonic had picked up a mate for herself. No one really knows how, but he seemed to be sane. A dragon that cared deeply for others and a stark contrast in comparison to Pneumonic herself. Despite what he seemed, it is believed that he shares some form of insanity with Pneumonic. There's no way a sane dragon would go along with one like Pneumonic. Regardless, he relayed the news about Alpaon to Pneumonic.

The hunt had begun.

Pneumonic hunted down Alpaon and his family. When she found him, he was in his den in the dead of night fast asleep with his family at his side. None of them lived to see the morning. Those that dared speak of it from within the clan claim that there was nothing left of Alpaon in specific. It was a terrifying sight, and even more terrifying when Pneumonic took over.

Others claim that the old clan members that follow Pneumonic are either crazy to stay or being held against their will by the insane leader. Perhaps they are too afraid to leave. After all, she sometimes kills rogues and loners in cold blood when they are simply passing by to this day.

It's only a matter of time before she kills her clan too.

Dark Days

"Forget what hurt you in the past, but never let go of what it has taught you."

When times are hard, sacrifices are made. Sometimes these sacrifices are items, a lifestyle, pride, or other inanimate but personal things. Other times, they can be beings that are given away for the greater good of others or the being being sacrificed.

Life within the small clan Light Wit, which was within Lightweaver's domain, was proving harsh. A nearby clan was in need of space and forcing the much smaller and weaker clan away. As a peace treaty to stop further attacks and join the clans, a bright and colourful hatchling was to be given up to Ashada, the intrusive clan's leader. This hatchling would represent peace and be a symbol to represent the united clans. It would only be an egg from the Light Wit clan's leaders.

However, weather was harsh. Storms left the eggs cold despite the parent's best attempts. This killed off all but one egg, and this gave the clan hope. The hatchling was assumed to be strong, being the only survivor of the clutch. It would make a wonderful warrior, and the Light Wit leaders assured Ashada of this. Ashada came to expect no less.

Soon the exciting day came when the egg would hatch. A crack appeared down the side of the egg and grew until the egg split. Everyone stared in shock and horror at the hatchling before them.

Its colours were dark and dull with the only splash of colour being the red wings. Despite being born on Lightweaver's land where it should have been aligned with Light, it had bright red and green eyes that seemed to stare into the soul. Suddenly all hope faded and the clan knew their fate was sealed. This was the hatchling they had to offer and, while it showed spirit, pride, and love, it was not the saving grace the clan had needed nor hoped for.

In hopes that Ashada would understand, the hatchling was presented to her. They explained the situation and why they only had a dark hatchling to present. However, Ashada was displeased that they could not explain the hatchling's elemental alignment. It made no sense, and she made the assumption that Light Wit leaders were lying to her.

Ashada feigned understanding and turned, taking the hatchling with her by setting it on her back. When she was far enough away, she turned her one of her guards and ordered him to eliminate the Light Wit clan. The guard left them with only a nod to gather his troops. Ashada had her own plans in mind for the Light Wit hatchling.

She set the hatchling upon a large rock to inspect the hatchling. "You are black like a chasm," she observed aloud. "You look nothing like your supposed parents... I question if they stole your egg from another nest or found it. No one in your clan looks like you."

The hatchling stuck its chin up proudly to show that it was not afraid. Ashada chuckled at this and turned. She whispered something to an Imperial nearby and walked off. The Imperial looked at the hatchling with regretful eyes, and the hatchling bolted. It knew that Ashada had ordered the dragon to kill it.

The Imperial tried tracking down the hatchling, but the tiny Mirror was too fast. It soon gave up, leaving the hatchling truly alone to fend for itself. It ran and only stopped when it reached the border of Lightweaver and Shadowbinder's domains. It was then that she decided she would need a name if she was going to travel away from this crazy place. She decided that name would be Abyss.

In the days that she trekked across the Tangled Wood, she had nearly starved countless times. As a hatchling, she was unsure what would be wise to hunt and what would not. However, she did meet a hatchling a few days older than her that taught her a few hunting techniques that saved her from starvation. He also had helped her realize that her eyes, unlike those of her clan, were red rather than yellow. Not only that, but they were a darker shade of red than even those loyal to the Plaguebringer. Still, he recommended she start a life there since it might mean that she would find more clans willing to accept a lost and hungry Plagueborn.

The young hatchling continued her journey, eventually ending up in The Scarred Wasteland as a fully grown dragon. While it was drastically different in comparison to where she had been born, she already felt that this was the place she would call her true home. Even though she never did find a clan willing to accept her, she made a good life as a rogue. Few bothered her and, when they did, they were mostly friendly dragons looking for a way back to their home. Some were even dragons traveling and looking for clans outside of their homelands.

It was some time before she found her first companion: a lone Imperial hatchling.

Alpaon's Emperor

Abyss laid low, her belly against the ground. A bird was nearby and perched on a low-hanging branch. A perfect opportunity to get a bite to eat before continuing her travels. She crept slowly closer, taking care to hide herself behind nearby trees and only move when the bird wasn't looking. Her dark hide would stand out too much against the land, so she had to take it easy.

She was close now and ready to leap for her prey. It was in the same place, unsuspecting. Then, out of nowhere, an Imperial hatchling launched itself clumsily from behind a nearby tree. It missed and the bird flew away. There went Abyss' quick meal.

Her meal gone with no hope of getting it back, Abyss moved out from behind the tree with a sigh. She looked at the hatchling with a tinge of annoyance.

"What made you think that was a good idea? Surely it already knew you were there since the wind is at your back," she scolded the hatchling. He stared up at her in surprise and confusion. "Didn't your parents teach you this?"

"I don't have any," the hatchling replied innocently. He hadn't taken anything she said to heart.

Abyss stared at him. "Are they dead or were you abandoned?" The hatchling shrugged in response. After another few more moments of quietly debating to herself, Abyss sighed. "Come with me."

Abyss took the hatchling in and raised him like one of her own for days to come. In that time, she quickly warmed up to the young Imperial and decided to name him Alpaon. She began teaching him how to hunt and survive in the Scarred Wasteland, and he was learning quickly. Abyss couldn't be more proud of him.

Then, one day, Abyss fell asleep after a tiring morning of training Alpaon. He had been playing nearby, and she had been laying against a tree watching him. She had to keep an eye on him most times since he had a bad tendency to wander off. She didn't want to lose him. Sleep, however, took over.

It was a sweet and peaceful sleep until Abyss was awoken by the blood-curdling cry of a youngling. She looked around frantically for Alpaon and quickly realized he was gone.

"Alpaon!" she called. "Alpaon, where are you?!"

The only reply she received was yet another cry, though this time it was for help. Abyss knew that voice. Alpaon!

She took a mad dash toward the cry, running as fast as she could manage without tripping. Who was cruel enough to hurt a poor youngling? What would they gain? Had he stolen food? Was he still okay? These were the thoughts that rushed through Abyss's mind as she ran. She could only hope that Alpaon was still okay.

She stopped dead in her tracks as she rounded a rock. A massive Imperial was standing there, Alpaon in it's mouth. Alpaon struggled, and Abyss let out a sigh of relief before looking angrily at the Imperial. It was hard to see with the sun behind him, but she could see he was also Plagueborn.

"What do you think you are doing?" she asked. "Give me my hatchling!

The Imperial didn't respond, and Abyss was losing patience. "Give him back!" she snarled.

Then, much to Abyss's surprise, another massive head moved aside. Was there another behind him? He was standing sideways, so it was possible there may have been one more. Then another head emerged from the other side. Then another. Each was a different element than the last. It didn't stop until Abyss was being stared down by seven massive Imperial heads, all of which appeared none the happier.

By now it had become blatantly clear what Abyss was looking at: this was an Emperor. While Alpaon cried her name, Abyss stood frozen in horror and fear. As much as she wanted to help Alpaon, to snatch him and run, and to save him, she couldn't force any part of her body to move. She couldn't even speak anymore. The fear was too much.

Oddly enough, the Emperor seemed uninterested in Abyss. It turned casually as if taking an afternoon stroll and walked off without a word, a growl, or a snarl. Nothing. It took Alpaon and went on its way, leaving Abyss frozen in terror.

By the time Abyss came to, the Emperor was long gone. She released a loud cry of distress and pain, and called out for Alpaon. At the lack of response, despite not expecting one to begin with, she collapsed onto the ground and wept for her lost hatchling.

How could she let this happen? He was her hatchling, her pride and joy. She loved him and yet she stood there unable to do anything useful. She couldn't forgive herself, and the pain never went away.

Subject #99823

Subject 99823 Experimental Notes
Test Run 76
Adult Mirror: Healthy

Subject has responded violently to initial testing, attacking both myself and a colleague after serum V1 injection. Seven hours of waiting has proved to get no response other than a slight change in behavioural traits after the initial attack (there were several more after, though these were escape attempts rather than responses to the serum). Subject 99823 is much more skittish after injection.

Subject 99823 Experimental Notes
Test Run 77
Adult Mirror: Healthy

We have decided to continue testing and have given her another injection for another serum: the WCB2 (our second attempt at the serum). Rather than waiting several hours for a response to the serum, we found that it was almost immediate. We had little time to leave the room to observe before the subject began writhing around and snarling like an animal. She has been doing this for several hours now. It has been so long I've lost track. Her energy seems endless. Fascinating.

Subject 99823 Experimental Notes
Test Run 78
Adult Mirror: Dead

After a second injection of WCB2, it saddens me to say that Subject 99823 did not survive. We found no pulse this morning after getting no response from calling to her. Something about the second injection appears to cause death to the test subjects. Perhaps we must wait longer for it to take effect. We shall test this theory on Subject 19683705 with serum CLB1. Hopefully we will receive better and more effective results.

Subject 99823 Experimental Notes
Test Run 79
Adult Mirror (?): Alive

It appears that as we were disinfecting Subject 99823's test room two days after death, she burst to life and attacked our doors outside like a deranged animal. We captured her and brought her back in. Since we brought her back, she seems to be changing physically. Into what we are unsure since this is not the kind of change we were expecting to find. Regardless, we will continue experimentation to find out what is causing such a reaction.

Subject 99823 Experimental Notes
Test Run 80
Adult Unknown: Alive

The subject's body has formed itself into a completely new breed altogether. The bone structure has molded itself into a new form, the wings are completely changed from their previous form, and the subject has grown feathers and a single, much larger curved claw on each foot. She no longer possesses a second set of eyes.

Aside from physical appearance, the subject has taken on a much more violent nature. She is stronger and has escaped our bonds three times now. The third time in which she killed one of my colleagues after feigning being completely secured. She certainly hasn't lost intelligence, but she has gotten a taste for dragon. Subject 99823 terrifies me by the day...

Subject 99823 Experimental Notes
Test Run 84
Adult Unknown: Alive

After more attempts to secure the subject, we have managed to keep her down. It took chains rather than leather straps but we managed. She's a tough dragon.

Other than that, we have skipped logging for three other tests to record them at once due to rapid changes. After injecting the subject with three additional serums, she seems to have developed unusual markings and an additional colour has appeared across her body and wings. Her skin is turning an odd grey-purple as if decaying in some areas, almost as if she is dead but walking.

We have managed to get a heartbeat on her so we know this is not the case but perhaps Abyss really is dying... Time will tell.

Subject 99823 Experimental Notes
Journal
Adult Unknown: Escaped

Abyss has escaped, killing off the majority of my colleagues. Those that survived have escaped with me to return to the Clan of Fallen Suns. At this point, my only hope is that Abyss will fall ill to the serums and be rid from this place. At the very least I pray she wanders away from my home and never returns.

As long as she stays away, she is no longer my problem.

Nothing Without a Cost

"These tears that burn my eyes are all the tears the Queen can't shed,
The tears I weep in silence as I mourn my Heralds dead.
Oh gods that dwell beyond the stars, if you can hear my cry—
And if you have compassion—let me send no more to die!"

I've wandered these lands before, I thought as I moved carelessly across the land. I was younger then... I was weaker.

I clawed at my head as an image came into view. Another hallucination. I would tell myself it wasn't real when this would happen after I had escaped the lab, but it looked real. That was enough for me.

"Abyss!" I heard a young voice call. Wait, I knew that voice once.

I looked up and saw a small Imperial. He couldn't be very old. I knew he wasn't. I tried to speak, but all that came out was a snarl as he flickered between his younger self and the older monster I came to know from the lab. He started crying then as he was lifted off the ground by the Emperor that took him long ago.

My mind, however, would not reason with my old self. I kept thinking that it was happening now. I was getting another chance. How could I get another chance if it already happened? My mind was in what I could only describe as a whirlpool of conflicting thoughts. I desperately clawed at my head again. Get out of my head!

My mind - this urge - took over and did what I couldn't all that time ago. I'll save him this time. He can't become a monster.

I sprinted at the Emperor ahead of me and leaped. I fought as hard as I could and, after the battle was done, I realized I had won. I saved Alpaon. This victory was short-lived, however, as Alpaon started aging before me and all I could see was the monster I came to know him as.

With a heavy heart and full of anger, I snapped at his neck and killed him. It was faster than I had expected. Then reality started to come back into focus and the scene of long ago started to fade away.

What lay before me was not Alpaon or an Emperor, but two Imperials and their child. I cried out in horror at what I had done. You may think that I'd have been used to this after so much time being this way and reliving various scenes in the same horrifying hallucinations, but I would never get used to it. Even future years would plague me with increasingly worse visions of my past.

Then another thought that plagued my mind often started to rise again. They're food. Don't waste it. As much as I tried to fight it, I always gave in. I don't know why when there were other things to eat in the area, but I did. I hated myself for it every day of my life.

I trudged on, weighed down by hallucinations and inevitable loneliness. It felt as if I may never find anyone to help ebb the pain I carried. Why should I? I might even kill them too. There was no point.

Then, one day, a lightly-coloured Coatl approached me. I told him to go away and that I wasn't safe to be around. He was the only one that I had spoken to after the lab and the only one I would ever speak to again. Even after I explained to him why he needed to stay away from me, he stayed. I'd later find out he already knew who I was.

After so long, I gave up on trying to convince him to leave. He was too stubborn and while I would do anything to not kill another innocent soul, I was too exhausted to argue with him. He wasn't going away.

Instead of arguing, we chatted. I learned that his name was Tularemia and, to avoid association with my former self, I took the name Pneumonic. Even after he saw me in one of my hallucinations, he stuck around to talk. He did not approve of what I was doing - I knew this - but he had a strange understanding of why I did it. He knew it wasn't me, but something within me causing these issues.

He promised he would never leave me that day, and he never did.

Time passed and I eventually heard of a young Lightning Imperial nearby that was mistreating his clan. With more digging and asking around to those who would talk to me or Tularemia, who was my mate by then, I found out it was Alpaon.

He can't live. He must go.

The thoughts were stronger than ever and, honestly, I wasn't going to fight them. Something in me had lost love for Alpaon over the years. I no longer saw him as my innocent little child; I could only see the monster that experimented on me and countless others within that lab. Something in me snapped. He could make everything worse, but why should I let him run free after what he did? He was a murderer and ruined my life. I couldn't let him do that to anyone else.

You won't.

For once, I agreed. Alpaon would hurt no one else, and I would save his clan.

Everything that followed that thought was a blur. I never would remember what had happened when I hunted down Alpaon, but all I knew was that I ended up taking control of a clan that was in no state to lead themselves. They had heard horror stories of me and were afraid. I was told that they were terrified more after what I had done to Alpaon.

If I'm being honest, I didn't remember that either. Tularemia got rid of the mess himself because the clan was too scared and he didn't want me to lose control from the sight of Alpaon. He was the only one that could bring me back to reality.

He was the only one that ever would.

The Plagued Lineage

Pneumonic's lineage has become commonly known as the 'plagued' lineage or "Plagues" for short. This is due to the strange eyes that Pneumonic's children occasionally bear. They had never been seen before and are usually darker than the eyes usually given to those born on Plaguebringer's lands. What it means is unknown, but it certainly gives the children a rather lifeless look.

In early stages of life, these children are often found sleeping, much unlike the other hatchlings of the same age. They act sick, often refusing their food entirely and shoving it away with their claws. Clan healers often find it hard to determine the health of these children, especially visibly, as their skin and fur is often cold and seemingly lifeless.

There had been one occasion where a hatchling had been thought to be dead and, when Pneumonic returned, the hatchling began moving. This had horrified the clan healer that had been tending to it and, to this day, he swears the child had lacked a heartbeat and did not blink once while its eyes had been open, giving the healer a dead stare. The healer eventually recovered, but insisted that something were wrong with the child. While the clan believed him, Pneumonic and Tularemia showed an indifference, treating the child as they had every other.

On the other side of the attitude spectrum, one hatchling had been very hostile to any that got close. No one could figure out why the hatchling was being so aggressive, but it only calmed down when its parents were near. When Pneumonic and Tularemia were caring for it, the hatchling was as sweet as can be. It was quite a challenge for the healers of the clan since they had to ensure the parents were nearby or they may lose an eye if they got too close. The hatchling always went for the eyes.

Despite the troubles and oddities of Pneumonic and Tularemia's children, they do have the - though rare - normal hatchling. These hatchlings usually end up growing up separately from the others since they are seen as an oddity among them. Pneumonic and Tularemia, however, show them the same love and affection as they do the rest of their children. All are special to them, and all must be treated equally.

Pneumonic's Art

Pair Graphic by Aniva.

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