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Cybel

(#16320495)

Level 1 Imperial

Familiar

Plague Sprite

Energy: 50/50

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Length

24.46 m

Wingspan

24.64 m

Weight

6651.93 kg

Genetics

White
Iridescent

Blood
Shimmer

Red
Circuit

Hatchday

Aug 28, 2015
(8 years)

Breed

Adult
Imperial

Eye Type

Plague
Uncommon

Level 1 Imperial

EXP: 0 / 245

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Plague Flight Subspecies - Malware

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Hollow. A hollow gaze, sanguine plague’s empty eyes to look through the world and pinpoint mortal fallacies. Cybel presented unto organic life as any disease, as any predator, did. A famine, a wake of manipulating forces to bend the senses, to destroy and challenge, as she had been destroyed and challenged. She bore the mark of her pallid scales and her bleeding circuits. A Malware, a creature whose claws clutched at the fabric of supposed understanding and tore, and tore, until the fabric remained little more than scraps.

Cybel did not possess care enough to waste on miniscule passersby. Her body slithered through the weaves of reality without a sound, all those to briefly look upon her would catch nothing but the jarring, twisting hallucination of a beast blackened and stretching endless like the void, body bursting and then invisible. Cybel would be gone, in a moment. To linger was to be disturbed.

Her claws found the stone to perch upon, each scrape of their sharp, unrelenting tips brought about scars in the jagged surface. Her maw opened to snarl, nightfall loomed and her mind grew burdened with the desire to find, to damage, to spread. Cybel could not undo what circuitry remained still within her, the concerns of morality did not imprint themselves upon her subconscious. She scoffed at the thought of compassion for those she did not know. Cybel moved, then, emboldened by the reach of night, by eigengrau’s blurriness upon the mortal mind she felt she weaved better through the environment when one already did not trust the fragments of impaired sight.

Cybel never disclosed her targets, or how it came to be of their particular selection. The question burned on the minds of most of her clanmates, but she protested any hint of an answer. Only Android did not think to ask, did not care to, and Cybel took small comfort in Android’s apathy.
She returned to the clan blood-sick and dripping with its ichor bathed in moonlight’s midnight blue, marring the ground with her claws and dragging her tail behind her. Cybel stretched her wings and at once her body was smothered in obscurity. She could not sleep, not as the others might, taking instead to nursing the injuries sustained in her grassation and subsequent attack.

Though no words had been spoken, Cybel felt it. Felt Android. A lifeless gaze to rival even her own, staring at the back of her. Eyes that burned far brighter, far less organically, than any mere object created by Sornieth’s inhabitants. Cybel offered no such gesture to acknowledge Android, but felt the rigidity of her body lax in appreciation for the silent approach of her closest companion.

Android did not speak to her, but looked. Android looked, and Cybel could do little more than return the vision back, for a moment. Android knew what Cybel had committed. And in truth, Cybel knew Android would look upon her maw and spot the leaking blood that did not belong to her. Yet still, no condemnation was felt. Android’s mind did not twist to touch Cybel’s injured tail, inspecting the lacerations. Cybel stilled, and allowed Android to aid her. A rare privilege, to touch a Malware.

Stories thrived on those perceived as villains reaching their apex moment of clarity, of realisation, that they must possess a heart of good and understanding in order to be salvaged. Those that did not conform to such were doom-driven to be the relentless evil, to be slain by those who sought righteousness. Cybel lamented, then, if she so lived within a story, who her heroic slaughterer would be.

But, oh, they would have to fight her, first.

And Cybel does not lose.

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