Savik
(#23114287)
Level 1 Mirror
Familiar
Dark-Tufted Sparrowmouse
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Energy: 0/50
This dragon’s natural inborn element is Earth.
Male Mirror
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Personal Style
Apparel
Skin
Scene
Measurements
Length
6.88 m
Wingspan
5.47 m
Weight
504.36 kg
Genetics
Forest
Ripple
Ripple
Coal
Current
Current
Black
Thylacine
Thylacine
Hatchday
Breed
Eye Type
Level 1 Mirror
EXP: 0 / 245
STR
7
AGI
8
DEF
6
QCK
8
INT
5
VIT
6
MND
5
Lineage
Biography
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Have you ever felt cold steel against your wrists? Do you know the weight of chains on your wings? Can you imagine the smell of a rusted muzzle placed over your mouth? Savik does. Now, do you know why he goes back, again and again, always feeling the stone and steel restraining him, and he takes it with a smug little grin? He goes because he knows he'll get out, and he knows he's smarter than those who tighten their grip and lock him up. He knows he's better. Deep in the Viridian Labyrinth, where the trees are dense and the sun doesn't shine, there exists a bustling lair of vagabonds and criminals. All hours of the day there are dragons, filthy and bruised, building and digging and cooking for the likes of monsters. Here works the Unfavored, a collection of workers toiling under the eyes of their betters, the Favored. |
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The Favored are smug in their power, content to watch as the lesser members work themselves to death while they lounge in their homes of comfort. There is none as comfortable as Tuhkat, leader of the Clan. Tuhkat is a cruel and spiteful man. He will often times release his rage on the Unfavored, much to their displeasure.
He was not always so wild, so hateful. Once he was gentle and playful, enjoying running through the trees with his brother, Savik. Unrelated through blood yet strong in spirit, the two would spend all day playing. They were truly happy, likely nothing would end their joy. Nothing, of course, except for Tuhkat's father, strong and cruel, and his mother, sickly and twisted..
Cruel as the Scarred Wasteland, they were relentless to their son. If he were late coming home they would beat him. If he spoke back to them he'd be denied his meals. They would mock him his joy, and disliked his friendship with Savik. A day came when Tuhkat grew furious with his parents, and screamed at them. His father grew so enraged, he began to beat him harder than he had ever before. Tuhkat had snapped under the torture his parents gave him, and when he was able to get away from his father, he grabbed a nearby stone and beat him over the head. He was dead by the first blow, but Tuhkat's hatred had him driving the rock into his skull till it shattered. His mother then, began to attack Tuhkat, using her claws to tear at him. Tuhkat was spent, and couldn't fight back. Surely he would have died if Savik had not arrived at that moment, pulled her weak form from Tuhkat, and killed her. Savik helped nurse Tuhkat back to health, but his rage had drove him to madness. He forgot how to smile.
Tuhkat created the Clan, enforcing his twisted morals on the weaker dragons, stealing and hoarding massive amounts of wealth in an illusion of power and control. Savik and Tuhkat acted as if they did not know each other, their history forgotten. Savik was not Unfavored, and for that he was grateful, but he wasn't Favored either. Instead he was neutral. Savik ran a black market operation for the Clan, stealing and selling goods to dangerous dragons. He always keeps some of these things to himself, of course, hidden in the folds of his coat.
As someone who is neutral, he shared his cave with two other dragons. He was never close with his room mates, given that nobody really trusted him. They had good reason not to, frequently he would trick them into trouble or cheat them for their treasures. He was, well, disliked to say the least.
Tuhkat worried him, though. He missed his childhood friend, so abruptly taken away from him. Savik wondered if he missed running through the forests and laughing with each other. Foolishly, Savik imagined Tuhkat missed him. Savik saw his hunger for what it was: a sickness. He thought, if he could remove the contagion from him, he'd go back to who he used to be. This was incorrect.
In the dark of the night, he hatched a plan to steal from Tuhkat, to take his illness of gold from him. He crept around sleeping dragons and entered the hoard, so full he could barely walk around without tripping over some shiny trinket. In a mad dash, he attempted to collect as much as he could, as quick as he could, before the sun rose. He was so focused on his endeavor, he didn't notice as a dragon walked up behind him until hands fell on his shoulders and yanked him away from the pile.
Looking behind him, he saw at the entrance of the hoard were three dragons, and standing behind them was Tuhkat, his face expressionless. Savik struggled under the grip of his assailant, as he was taken to the foot of his old friend.
"Brother, please, I did what I must. Surely you recall when things were simpler, before the money, before the power? Do you remember me, brother?"
Tuhkat stared at him, his eyes unreadable. He then did something that froze Savik's heart. He turned his back. "Get rid of him," he said,his voice full of hate. His words were like poison, paralyzing Savik. He stared at the retreating back of his friend slack-jawed as he was dragged away.
Savik did not struggle as he was pulled to the outskirts of the lair. In that moment he was so incredibly crushed by Tuhkat's betrayal he did not care whether he lived or died at the hands of the brutes. He didn't care when he was thrown into the dirt, and he didn't care when they began to hit him.
He lay still in the dust as he was struck with blow after blow, each claw driving more of his blood out of his body. With every hit he would remember a year left alone. Every punch he would remember a year abandoned. Every bite, every claw, every speck of blood and he would remember less and less why he stuck around for him for so long.
As the beating continued, as he began to inch closer and closer to death, he suddenly remembered every second of every day he spent chained, beaten, and hungry in the name of his friend, and he was angry. That is when the earth began to shake.
His attackers paused at this unexpected earthquake as Savik pulled himself to his feet. With blood in his eyes he took a deep, shaky breath and shouted with all his remaining strength. As he screamed, two huge chunks of stone ripped themselves from the forest floor and lunged forward, pinning his attackers to the trees behind them. Just like that, the shaking ceased. Savik, exhausted and covered in grime and blood, turned away from the two, and walked deeper into the woods.
Savik has since hauled himself up in a cave not too far from his old Clan. He didn't want to abandon his contacts, and here he would still have access to those who would buy from or sell to him. There was even a part that he refused to acknowledge that still wanted to be near Tuhkat. He hasn't forgotten the cold of steel or the weight of chains or the smell of a muzzle. And he hasn't forgotten that he's better and smarter than those who hold the keys.
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