Location: Olde Foxbury
Born 6 years, 1 day ago
Feast Points: 0 (376 All-Time)
House: Quetzal Palace House (1/250)
Currently being repaired by Erin.
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Silt looks stunning!
Silt's very special treasures!
This one is but a simple soul, pay no heed. The appearance, ye see, alarms many, but it is unnecessary, for this one's intentions are pure. Hear, see;
This one's eldest sibling, who had raised the family, always thought only of the importance of charity. As these ones had been raised in the desolate dunes of the Great South, along the dangerously basic shores of the Sea, The sun-kissed shifting sands made the horizon around for miles, with mayhap a break for the singular village 'round an oasis of fresh, neutral pH water. The eldest sibling cared nought for what was expected from a family such as these ones had been born into; with both parents fled, one in shame, the other in order to survive, or perhaps these ones had different mothers? Fathers? -Alone these ones were, but enchanted with a powerful curse.
Are ye aware of this? Is this why ye have come? No dragon would see this one, nor would be welcomed, unless it was within the sight of the creeping darkness, with peaceful death to lay claim to its life. Do ye perchance seek a way to immortality? To bend the rules of Nature?
Ye may be aware then. But hearken, these ones did only good to the others within those lands. The eldest sibling, ye see, used these powers to the advantage of others, assisting them in the life those ones currently lead, to prevent the necessity of the necromantic magics to keep their will, their passion, within the reach of these living lands.
This one, Silt, know these dark arts? Nay, no, this one assures ye, 'tis 'I', a simple costumer. The tale has not yet finished, and 'lest ye have elsewhere to be, stay, listen, and perhaps be moved to keep this one's location a secret a touch longer. A dragon lives yonder, do ye see? This one is fearful--do please to respect this one's wishes.
And so, the eldest sibling strove to wind goodwill and prosperity to others, granting food, water, shelter, whenever the strength of these ones' powers allowed. Collecting treasure, as a mighty dragon, the Eldest would, to pay for these assistances to others, and such uncovered lore and riches of those hostile lands. All, simply, because that one never believed in the expected. As a wielder of these dark arts, the Eldest cared little for what was expected--indeed, the reputation of the dracomancers was a grim one, which lead for many a disgrace and murder. Such terrible power! But, the Eldest taught to use the magic only in the direst of situations, and instead to ignore the regulations of those capitalistic lands, as well as anything expected from this one. To bring about the unexpected, and avoid the natural greediness of the living races.
This one follows the Eldest's teachings well, this one hopes. But no where near as strong, no, no...
And now, what is it ye seek? This one simply seeks answers and a refuge. Both, which will take patience. But this one has all of the eternity ahead of them, and so time is no matter. Ye seek what this one can offer in matter necromantic? Ye are of no dragon origin? Is it ye have lost a dear friend before their time, or witnessed a most noble sacrifice? Perhaps, then, this one will fulfill the role of this outfit. Ye shall have to speak to me about it, but here, hidden from prying eyes. Or mayhap ye seek something more... fruitful. A chance to change the species, potions and chemicals woven in such manner to alter the appearance? This one has dabbled, too, in that craft. To alter the living! It is unexpected, and so it fascinates this one! If only, ye provide the plants. This one has no way of having any, yet...
Ye would be foolish to pick a fight with this one. Many have fallen upon these clouded grounds, monsters and furs alike. This one can sense each of their fallen bones, their wandering spirits, their rage, fear, hopelessness--those, who have yet to be assisted by the Soul Elemental or the Holy ones. Those who are too vengeful for either to handle. And this one's form is not as simple as it appears, if ye think to handicap the magic.
Paintie by dedenne ! You can check out the thread here!
((This is all from an original universe that I've created, known as Prian. If you have any questions about it, feel free to ask! Also, I'm usually pretty open to rp, and all this about Prian is simply used as reference to show that there is something I'm pulling from. You don't have to know anything about it if you want to rp with me, I'll accommodate for anything ^v^ it's all for fun!))