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Styx

(#1744600)

Level 10 Guardian

Familiar

Bloodwing Owlcat

Energy: 0/50

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Physical Attributes

Battle Stats

Measurements

Length

18.83 m

Wingspan

12.02 m

Weight

7177.82 kg

Genetics

Ivory
Jaguar

Obsidian
Stripes

Black
Okapi

Hatchday

Dec 23, 2013
(10 years)

Breed

Adult
Guardian

Eye Type

Plague
Common

Level 10 Guardian

EXP: 1118 / 27676

STR

AGI

DEF

QCK

INT

VIT

MND

Lineage

Parents

Japas
Cobra

Offspring

Biography

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styx
↠ mortician/undertaker

"All in vain; because Death, in approaching him had stalked with his black shadow before him, and enveloped the victim. And it was the mournful influence of the unperceived shadow that caused him to feel --although he neither saw nor heard --to feel the presence of my head within the room."

Night falls quickly in winter, the canyon falling prey to the encroaching darkness early in the evening. Lanterns light up as the shadows creep closer, illuminating the darkened canyon. Dark figures shift in the corners as the stars emerge from the fading colours of the sky. One such figure looks out at a procession from a high ledge overlooking the canyon below. Candles flicker on around her, and Styx’s deep red eyes glint in the candlelight.

From her perch she can only make out a few things. Robes blackened by soot, voices heavy with grief, a large bundle wrapped in cloth, the candles burning in the dark, the faint scent of incense and sage. They laid the bundle down on a raft in the middle of the river and set it aflame. Someone pushes the raft, and the burning structure began to make its way down the river into the dark, the burning flame lighting the way for the other dragons to follow. The smell of smoke and sandalwood drifted upward on the wind, rustling the bushes near the entrance to her home.

Styx turned away from the procession. She hated funerals. They put far too much stock into silly traditions that are supposed to protect the souls and bodies of the dearly departed. Funerals aren’t for the dead. They’re for the living.

The candles blow out one by one, and Styx fades into the dark once more. The scent of smoke and sandalwood would stay heavy in the air long after the procession had passed.

Snarling faces, gnashing teeth. Eyes. So many eyes. A mind overtaken by primal urges, a body she cannot control; erratic wingbeats in panicked patterns, pained roars of decayed lungs, and hunger. Styx feared it all, and unlike others, she did something about it.

It was painful. She tried to convince herself that it was worth it. She’s still not sure. But that moment? That first moment, when she saw her new body reflected back at her? She was surer than ever.

Styx’s first husband was an executioner. As ordered by the clan’s leaders, he would execute dragons, and she would deal with the bodies and if any, the families left behind. She had thought it was a noble job they were doing, the two of them. They even had a nest together. She thought it was noble. She thought that until she became the family left behind. She looked at the bodies of her children, laid out on the table ready for preperation, and thought… what if?

Her second husband was short-lived, they had been good friends that grew into lovers after she left her clan, heartbroken and alone. He comforted her when things got bad. When Styx woke in a cold sweat remembering the screams of her children as their father’s scythe cut into them. When she dreamt of their groans as they emerged from the ground, chest heaving, wheezing breaths from three distinct heads. He comforted her and for the moment everything was okay.

When he died she wished he had been an imperial too, so she could bring him back.

She met her third partner shortly after her transformation. He had come across her coughing up blood into the river, and rushed to her aid, taking her back to his clan to recover. For him, it was love at first sight. On the other hand, Styx never really saw him in a romantic light- she’s not sure shes ever seen anybody in such a way - and as such, she could not return his feelings for her. Even so, they were content for a long while, as while she would never love him romantically, she still loved him.

When she left in search for her charge one day, he simply hugged her in a teary goodbye, wishing her safe travels. He understood. She thinks about him sometimes, shining green eyes and dark shimmering wings. She hopes he is doing alright, whereever he is now.

After that, she moved from clan to clan, a fling here or there, but nothing serious. She made her way around Sornieth, learning how to survive alone. She was a Plague dragon after all.

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