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Hypersephone

(#26688117)

Level 1 Imperial

Familiar

Storm Seeker

Energy: 0/50

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Length

23.76 m

Wingspan

21.67 m

Weight

8811.26 kg

Genetics

Obsidian
Iridescent

Cerise
Shimmer

Maize
Underbelly

Hatchday

Sep 04, 2016
(7 years)

Breed

Adult
Imperial

Eye Type

Lightning
Common

Level 1 Imperial

EXP: 0 / 245

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Biography

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HYPERSEPHONE
patient • calm • worrisome

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In her dreams, the Wyrmwound opens like a maw, and its stones becomes teeth, and the bubbles inside of the pit becomes its tongue. The wound pulses and quivers at its rims, where the skin grows eyes and nostrils, and it makes its way into unearthing itself. The Wyrmwound is alive as any dragon, and it is carnivorous and hungry from years of restlessness and starvation. She feels both the heat of its hunger beat against her feathers, and the very moment the living, breathing Wyrmwound sets its sights on her.

It is going to eat her.

Some feral instinct of hers, buried in the deep recesses of the places her mind and muscle connected, tells her to run. Fight be damned, the Plaguebringer has turned on her own kind, and Hypersephone was practically delectable to her. She beats her wings on the rocking ground, and she flies into the air, but the unhinged jaw of the wound catches up to her, and a snaggled tooth gets her by the tail. She screams, she screeches, and blood rolls off her tailfeathers and something of the gaping hole had broken through skin, and she –

Before she falls into the Wyrmwound, to be devoured by her Mother, Hypersephone catches a glimpse of the moon. It shines like a lantern, and as she descends into the bated breath of the wound, her paws reaches out desperately for moonlight.

She wakes up, a paw raised into the air, and fear is wrapped around her lungs.

She had a nightmare again.

She has to go see Styx again.

It’s kind of like a trap, seeing Styx. If you’re someone with healthy family members and friends, having to meet with her is awful, but being the friend of Styx is a different situation altogether.

Now, nobody should get the wrong impression: they’ve been best friends since childhood. Hypersephone was never called to a higher duty by the Plaguebringer, unlike her friend. On her own, Hypersephone was mated to a relatively decent guy, named Saturnid, who went out hunting with her on second patrol. That’s actually how they started talking, and eventually the idea of sharing a nest came up, and the rest was history.

The relationship between Hypersephone and Saturnid relationship was casual. They took care of what hatchlings they had, but otherwise they left the other well enough alone besides sharing the same den together.

Hypersephone’s friendship with Styx was anything but casual. Styx was singled out by their Mother in her early adult days, and it came out of absolutely nowhere. Amdusias looked rather pleased with himself, too, as if he had always known that Styx was going to be chosen by the Plaguebringer while everyone else was none the wiser. After a week for prepartions, Amdusias brought her into the depths of the Wyrmwound to hold counsel with the Plaguebringer, and the whole time they were gone, Hypersephone feared her friend would be given to the disease or exalted, never to be the same again.

Styx did come back, and she did come back different. But, she was not in those ways, and some days Hypersephone isn’t sure if that’s a good thing. Her friend’s miserable attitude clung to her like a second skin, and it took Hypersephone days to get the truth out of her, at which point she feared Styx’s tongue had been cursed. But finally, Styx talked to her, as rusty and rough her voice was.

“The Plaguebringer wants me to be a necromancer,” she told her. After getting over the initial shock, Hypersephone asked her –

“So what? You’re going to be reviving the dead, that’s--”

“Mother hates the dead!” Styx cried out. “She must hate me! What have I done to deserve this?”

Over the years, Styx had made a lovely place for herself. She built it out of sticks, and bones, and anything sturdy. Hypersephone would love to claim that she helped, but Amdusias and Saturnid did most of the work, while she idly chatted with Styx on the outside.

That was back when Styx hated her duty. Or, well, hated her duty more audibly. Nowdays, Styx stays silent about how she feels about it.

So, Styx greets her in the usual fashion, “Tell me alllll about your problems, Hyper." In a gesture or a facial expression, it isn’t hard to tell how the other one feels. It’s a curse every now and then, but jury’s out for the moment.

“I see these things in my dreams,” Hypersephone starts, and Styx nods her head along, waiting for her friend to continue. Hypersephone takes a breath to calm herself and lays her tail out flat before continuing, “I see these things about… about the end of the world, sometimes.”

Styx huffs and puffs, and she folds her arms above the empty cauldron. “Oh, you’ve been listening to Alphaeus’ stories, haven’t you?”

“I have not. It’s just, the Wyrmwound.”

With a shake of her head and a subtle roll of her eyes, Styx interrupts her, “You’ve been hunting too close to the wound lately. Come here, let me make you something to eat, it’ll help with the worries.”

“Styx, please, this is serious--” Her best friend, from day one, puts a paw up to silence Hypersephone. Deeply insulted, Hypersephone coils her tail about her leg, before hitting it on the ground and making her way out of the den.

Styx calls out for her, of course. They were best friends. But something in Hypersephone is humiliated, embarrassed for even trying to reason with Styx, and instead of turning back, she lets herself lie on the ground and close her eyes. Nonetheless, Styx runs after her, and firstly checked her pulse before hissing into her ear.

“You’re an idiot for thinking I wasn’t being real with you,” Styx says.

Hypersephone shuts her eyes harder, wishing the color in the back of her eyelids would stop looking so blue. Styx was standing in front of her, great. “You’re treating me like one, too,” says Hypersephone.

Something brushes up against her, and Hypersephone opens one eye to see Styx getting comfortable, moving her clothes out of the way as she speaks. Styx lets out a breath and mumbles, “I wanted to help you. I wanted you to go to Alph.”

“Please, you’re the first one of us to call him stupid," Hypersephone grumbles, barely above a whisper.

Styx glares at her, although she momentarily seems surprised to see Hypersephone is looking back at her. She replies to Hypersephone, “Even a stopped clock is right twice a day, you know. Also, in my defense,” Styx raises a paw to fluff up some part of her hair, “I’m not the first one, Amdusias usually is.”

Hypersephone sighs.

The dust in the distance begins to settle. Many a den are scattered about the wasteland, some are high in the mountains, others are implanted in the roots of furrowed trees and decayed plantation.

All things that would eat Hypersephone in her sleep, if given the chance.

Admittedly, Styx is right. Alphaeus may be a bit of a wingnut, and he’s wrong more often than right, but he has a habit of… saying things. Concerning, meaningful things. Afterwards he shrugs his shoulders and fiddles with his mask, of course, acting as if he never said anything deeply personal.

It feels like she’s falling into one of those traps again, saying yes. Like she’ll end up wanting to chew it off, but finding that the teeth of it sink only deeper with her struggles. But perhaps if she eases into it, and accepts it, the trap – if any at all – will slide off with only a slight slick of blood following. But Styx smiles at her, and Styx never smiles, so maybe it’ll be okay.

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biography coding by saturne #101073

bio is completed as of 4/18/17

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