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Elderith
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Info
Level 1
Ridgeback Male
Hatchday
Oct 25, 2017 (1 year)
Stats Growth
Length
14.88M
Wingspan
15.11M
Weight
6474.84KG
Genes
PrimaryShadow Iridescent
SecondaryCharcoal Bee
TertiaryWisteria Capsule
Eye TypePlague Common
Energy: 49 / 50
Apparel & Skins
Lineage
Familiar
Information
Elderith was not born, he was created. At least, that's what Avna told him. He trusts Avna, she would never lie to him. Right? But as far back as he could remember, the skydancer had been a large part of his life. Not so much as a mother or older sister, but a constant presence who kept him from getting eaten by larger creatures. In return, he followed her and watched over her as she rested or 'fed'. Well, more so when she rested, she just left him outside and told him to stay away for a few hours. It was not until he was older did he understand why.

It turned out that what Avna was, is something only the ancients and those whom worked in the dark arts knew. A Succubus. But it didn't change how he felt for her. She was the closes thing he had to any sort of love, even if it was misplaced at times. Avna was not the affectionate type, atleast not towards him. The female would scowl and snap at him, but he took it all in stride. Not so much as driven away, just hurt emotionally from time to time. But he didn't blame her, she was probably just tired or hungry.

Elderith constantly worries about his 'Mistress', her idea, not his, and her health. He can be seen trailing not far behind the skydancer when ever she is wooing a new victim, fretting over her when it is time to sleep, even offering himself when ever she feels weak.

She always rolls her eyes at him and says "Your my Minion, not my meal. Put that energy to good use and go do something productive." He never sees the look of regret she casts him whenever he hangs his head and slinks off. If only Elderith knew.

#2

Once lost, now found, Elderith was not born as he was created. Created for a purpose he could only assume was to serve. A woman, done wrong by love, who's heart was nothing but darkness, his creator. No longer was he a wandering soul, a mindless thought. Instead he was turned into flesh and blood, filled with breath and life. She, his Mistress, Avna, gave him a purpose.

"You are to serve me till the day I pass, than I expect you to follow. Even in death, you are mine."


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