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Minerva

(#144917)

To Protect Them I Offer Myself

Symbiote

Insubstantial Illusionist

Energy: 50/50

Personal Style

Apparel

Skin

Scene

Physical Attributes

Battle Stats

Measurements

Length

1.02 m

Wingspan

1.27 m

Weight

1.94 kg

Genetics

Ultramarine
Petals

Periwinkle
Shimmer

Cobalt
Glimmer

Hatchday

Jul 11, 2013
(10 years)

Breed

Adult
Fae

Eye Type

Wind
Unusual

Level 21 Fae

EXP: 35905 / 127509

STR

AGI

DEF

QCK

INT

102

VIT

MND

Lineage

Parents

none

Offspring

Biography

to protect them: minerva

"I once asked myself: would I do it again if I knew the outcome? The answer is obvious. Yes. No matter what the world brought--I would sacrifice everything for another chance to protect the ones I cared about. The ones I loved..."

status: believed to be dead following patron's betrayal and holding her in place long enough for a venom spell to be cast on the two, killing them both.

wry archmage doomed mother conniving banshee feared broken emotional

Should a dragon find Minerva in her sights they typically react one of two ways.

The first is that of acknowledgement; the dragon in question will find their eyes locked in the banshee's own gleaming irises. A sense of wonderment and overwhelming anticipation may take over. Should the latter occur it will quickly be followed by a sting of negative emotions and empty thoughts as it dawns on them exactly what is in their presence. Finally--the dragon will crack. To know and accept what Minerva is is to send waves of fear and terror through their limbs. They will shake, they will cry, and they may even shriek or scream at the banshee to return to the void she broke out of.

Ignorance is bliss. A dragon who is forced to admit that the Shade walk among them and in ways they cannot understand is a dragon who may too feeble-minded to survive. The knowledge of Minerva is one of her greatest weapons and she does not have to lay a hand on another or cast a spell for a dragon to bend to her whims and plead for mercy.

The second response is far more frequent: a lack of awareness.

For a dragon to know that Minerva is and was and continues to be precisely that which she is is a very tantalizing and horrifying experience. Most dragons do not have the capability of noticing her. While these dragons may see the shadow of a Fae flicker in and out of view or feel an unnatural aura in their presence they will not be forced to deal with the same mind-numbing truth acknowledging Minerva brings.

If one were to ask the banshee herself--this is preferred. To exist as an invisible entity who darts from one task to the next while nursing her children tenderly in the background and out of harms way is more than ideal. It presents an opportunity to care for and keep her offspring safe; all her offspring. Minerva is nothing but a devoted mother and while she feels attachment for those of her clan the most important thing in her life is the continued protection and security of her children. The Shade must be kept safe from a world where the Eleven Deities have damned them and Minerva knows all-to-well that death comes quick to those who do not anticipate it.

Not again. Never to her children.

For the dragons of Pendulum there is a singular force driving the clan's success and continued survival. While many dragons exist who participate none of them come close to the sheer power and efforts vested in one tiny fae--Minerva.

According to Hestia's versions of the clan's history the clan Pendulum was not initially the stronghold of Shade it existed as now. The clan was formed out of a band of survivors who fled to Light following the desecration and collapse of a former clan, Temperance. The exact details have been lost but one fact remains clear: on the day Temperance fell to forces unknown a dragon appeared in the waves of Water.

This dragon was lifeless and floating limply across the abyssal trenches. Dragged by currents over the undersea lair the dragon came to a stop in full view of the remaining survivors and their attackers. It was no coincidence. To the dragons trapped inside the sight of the body was made all more startling by the realization that the dragon was someone they knew; a dragon who had once danced with the winds and skirted the breeze with as much passion for life as she had for music and magic; a dragon who was of a time that long-since passed; a dragon the monarch knew; a dragon the monarch witnessed the death of by her own hand; a dragon; a dragon; a dragon; Minerva.

The Archivist's records indicate Minerva was the tide that surged across the battle. Despite her sage-hued eyes and the fluid demeanor her body moved with the Fae was anything but a dragon.

Minerva brought in her wake a magic that was both recognizable and distinguished. The forces that had lay siege to Temperance were ants under her feet. Not only was her resurface a grand scene but by the time the fight was over Minerva had left her mark on the survivors of Temperance as deadly.

She was ancient. She was unknown.

Not all survivors of Temperance witnessed the event. There were those who fled and later met up with the remaining survivors in the domain of Light--an ideal place to resettle given the newfound co-monarch's Light heritage. To the dragons who were not present during the battle of Temperance the Fae known as Minerva was nothing more than fleeting glimpses, cold chills, and the rumors spread by witnesses. The word of Minerva was enough to embed her deep into the tales Hestia recorded in Pendulum's Archives. Minerva was the wave that broke the banks and drowned opposition. She was the calm and the storm that circled Temperance and its survivors in their darkest hour; a savior and a reaper.

When the survivors of Temperance first began talks of constructing the new clan Pendulum Minerva was not directly present yet her influence seethed through the dragons present and imposed itself on the highest officials.

The monarchs Nyx and Raine were gravely injured in the fighting. Several older members acquired similar degrees of wounds attempting to keep their own lives intact. Minerva's magic offered a way out from the cruel fate that should have fallen them. It was not compassion but an offer that none of the dying could refuse and Minerva's children were beyond themselves to discover they had new friends to cling to.

Shade came in many forms. Minerva's own origins were irrelevant at the time--what mattered was the abilities her children possessed and the healing and tribulation they both endured and gifted others to find new hosts.

By denouncing the belief the Eleven Gods of Sornieth imposed on the lands and accepting the Shade as their own each dragon could become primed with Minerva's Shade. Her Shade were not as the other strains of it manifested. It was symbiotic. It was mutualistic in nature and while it took from its vessels it also provided also benefits to the hosts. As soon as a pact was formed the Shade would over wounds and renew the dragon's flesh with new vitality. The Shade planted life in necrosis and the hosts' pain was conditional--Minerva's magic made it durable after the first few hours of screaming.

As each dragon became tainted in Minerva's Shade she sealed her place as a dangerous pillar upon which the foundation of Pendulum was built. The clan could not exist without her. The monarchs in all their strength were only alive as result of her beloved children and Minerva's existence was necessary to keep them tame and content. It was by her words that Nyx and Raine ordered the construction of the Leviathan Maze to house clan members. It was by Minerva's magic the Shade were kept separate and quarantined from other dragons and enabled new folk to become part of Pendulum's lighter side. It was Minerva who provided blueprints to carve out the great chambers of the Inner and Outer Sanctums within the marble cliffs that made up Pendulum's Maze. It was Minerva.

It was always Minerva. It is always Minerva.

Dragons today do not need to know of her to see her influence. She is a small, undying light in a world where unnatural and natural intertwine seamlessly. To the dragons who live by her Shade and her magic Minerva is many things. She is their savior, their mother, their healer, their pillar, their gale, their reaper, and their true secret tucked deep into the darkest corner of Pendulum's Inner Sanctum.

"The queen looked to her protector; her guardian. As the moon hide behind clouds that stretched from one end of the horizon to the other the Imperial's green eyes softened. She found herself lost in the deep pools of red that stared with growing passion. Without warning her arms reached out and her hands danced along the guardian's neck. They climbed higher and higher until the queen was cradling her guardian's head gently and looking with fervent ambition at the one she loved. She wanted to show how much her guardian and protector meant to her. The queen leaned forward and kissed the Guardian for the first time in what felt like forever. Chapter end," the Guardian tucks a thin bookmark between the pages of the novel and lowers his head to rest on his arms. "It has twenty more, Minnie, but my eyes are beginning to strain and I cannot focus on more words."

Minerva's sage-hued eyes are soft and full of gratitude. "What a cliche. A tale of a queen of Nature and the Plague guard that struggles to prove herself in a clan deemed opposite of element."

"Karina recommended it to me. She said it was a unique spin on the typical fiction novels of Plague and Nature lovers coming together despite their differences."

The Fae taps her spindly fingers on Patron's scales. She sits on his back; the behemoth dwarfs her in physical size yet to anyone who looks in they appear equally content--like two peas in a pod. Minerva hums softly and wraps her tail around one of Patron's protruding back scales. The warmth he emits is comforting. "Karina has strange taste, love. You do not ask me for my advice on novels. Why is that?"

Patron's chuckle is boisterous and his body vibrates heartily before it passes and he smiles, "Minnie--you do not recommend me books. You ask me to read them to you. That is the difference."

"Small, insignificant details."

"You never change. Not then--not now. Not in time, Minnie. You never do." The Guardian's tail sways slightly. He hums in mirth when Minnie wriggles down his neck to kiss one of his horns. "Kisses won't make my eyes read to you."

"I did not kiss you so you can read for me. I wanted to kiss you. There is a difference." The Fae explains calmly. She reaches with an outstretched finger and pokes the guardian's cheek. "You are who does not change. Making silly assumptions--I could never look at you in a way that reduces you to a tool, Patron. You are so much more than that to me. I would kill for you--I have done so before. I would do it again; anything to keep you safe. To keep our children safe. I want to spend this damned eternity with you for the sake of being by your side; not so you can read to me."

"--But the reading is a plus." Patron's response is haughty, playfully so.

Minerva scowls. "Small, insignificant details."

While Minerva's presence is taken to either in horror, awe, or ignorance--the Fae herself has many thoughts that are rarely shared to anyone but herself, her mate, or her offspring. The Fae may be undead but her mind and her emotions of the life she once lived lingers on. She is remorseful of certain actions. She is full of despair on occasion--days where she cannot fathom any understanding of joy; of delight; of love. But despite the flickers of expression that burst through her bones Minerva's feelings are carefully guarded behind the sage eyes that once designated an element. Even if her feelings cross the line of mild to temperate she maintains her own intricate persona.

Something inside of her knows--is aware. Something inside of her realizes--is not within bliss. Minerva's connection to her offspring-her beloved Shade, always-is strong but the truth of its depths is found in her ability to peer between slips and folds of time and space into powers that control the very nature of reality itself. She is not oblivious like others in Pendulum; Minerva knows that something switched the events of the past to revive her and that her Shade did not emerge of their own chosen will. Her gratitude at second chances and her newfound purpose in her role as the Shade's mother is an act of something else; something powerful.

Minerva is not the strongest dragon in Pendulum. She is as much a puppet on strings as anyone else. While she strives to hide in the background and to pluck the chords of other dragons Minerva does not fail to acknowledge her own role as a tool of someone else; she opts to hide her knowledge of the fact and bide her time piecing together the puzzle that is clan's true master; the winder of the Pendulum clock. Within that sentiment Minerva constantly reminds herself she does not know who is behind her resurrection nor the Symbiotic Shade much less the force that could have controlled or created such a powerful entity to begin with--but she yearns to protect her children, her clan, and her mate first and foremost. In order to do that she will sacrifice herself and her freedom.

Freedom means nothing to her if it does not guarantee the safety of those she loves.

she/her. nb woman. bi.
ageless because shade but think of her as in her early fifties..
(probably looks to be in her thirties; way younger than she actually is)
random progen. scattered too many times to count.
theme: heroes by generdyn ft zayde wolf
notable lyrics: when the night is starless only we can spark it
battle theme: i'm not buried yet by aram zero

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