Whisper is a 3rd Generation Naomi Descendant, and also a dragon of Plague living in the Lands of the Lightweaver. He is drawn to all things related to his power, to the Shade, and those that are surrounded by darkness.
He is a creature of manipulation, and deception. Alongside Xaveria, and Spirit, his plans for the future lay on the dark horizon.
His familiar is a Spirit of Plague, a rat with a dark heart, loyal only to Whisper himself. This spirit rat's name is Fable.
Whisper does not speak often. He is a selective mute, though given how little he does actually speak, most just assume he has no voice at all, that perhaps he has no tongue, or maybe he was cursed into silence. But his voice has Power, and it is best used only when necessary.
He does possess an ability called Influence, where he can Whisper across someone's Mind, and suggest that they do or say certain things. It works easier on weak-minded dragons, not very well on Beast Clan creatures, and almost not at all on base-level familiars.
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The Spreading Shadow
A dragon of darkness, malicious and devious, Whisper embraces everything about his world, his innate power, the bloodline that others call cursed.
Lulled away from his nest, he never looked back. It was easy to convince him to follow the Cult of the Living Shadow.
After spending time listening to Erroneous and Evermore, it was decided that Whisper would lurk around the territory of the Night-Star Clan, where Mara was rumoured to have taken up residence.
After finding Xaveria, who seemed to have been drawn to the area, and professed to have been 'waiting for him', Whisper made a small den of his own just outside Abyss and Mara's territory. Only a short time later, Spirit, a bestial imperial tied to the line of Ignis, emerged. He claimed both females, and waited.
In time, Whisper was found by Svikari. After a fierce battle between the two, Whisper emerged victorious. Svikari's pride was hurt more than her body, and Whisper Suggested that she Stay Awhile, inviting her to spend time with him and his mates. Svikari was only somewhat susceptible to his Influence, but was intrigued by his invitation. After several days of discussion, Svikari realized that Whisper was of the Bloodline, on the same level as her own mother, whom she sought to overthrow.
Svikari and Whisper joined forces with the ultimate goal of corrupting Mara, who tread too long on the path of Light. If they could break Abyss free of her positive influence, perhaps the creature who was an Aspect of the Shade would continue his path of destruction? Or perhaps bend more easily to Whisper's Influence?
"I will see what I can do." The blind fae smirked before leaving Whisper's side, and making her way back into the Night-Star territory.
As Whisper waited, he noticed others of the Bloodline arriving in the area. He did not approach them, but he already knew that they would pose a problem if they found Mara, and were swayed to the Light. For now, they were all enemies. How many would come, he wondered? And which ones could he get to first...
((This post contains all of Svikari’s Bio/Lore information pre December 2019))
Svikari was born blind. She was born smaller than her siblings. Such a disadvantage she had coming into the world. But oh the power. Oh the fury.
She was quiet, but she was not defenseless. She trained herself, and honed her skill. She wrapped herself into the dark power within her. So much anger kept carefully in check. The jealous nature she carried from the beginning. She should have been humble, for oh the weight she carried.
But there were whispers in her heart, her mind... something deeper, and darker than any of her nest mates, any of her brood...
Exodus' arrival sparked a fury in her, but also a desire. She yearned for him to be her mate, the song within her blood calling for him like a siren to a passing ship in the night. But his eyes were for his Charge. All eyes were always for the one she knew as Mother.
Always for Mara, never for Svikari....
Well.... we'll have to see about that....
((This post contains all of Abyss’ Lore pre December 2019))
The Shade, an incarnation of the remains of the pre-creation darkness and nothingness, is an unrelenting, never-ending representation of destruction, of desolation. Despite attempts to destroy, or even seal away this entity's bleak existence, it finds a way back. It will always find a way back...
The lands of light have always been my home. There was never a time where my feet have tread on unfamiliar ground, never a moment that my wings carried me from the Sunbeam Ruins, not once had I gone from the touch of the Lightweaver... Though I was born the darkest of dark, my eyes had shone with the truth of my hatching, the Light that should have guided me.
That light has dimmed over time, driven away by the residual feelings of darkness, emptiness, the Beyond. Shade-Touched, they called it.
He wasn't so sure. Maybe if he had known more of his mother, of Luna, he could understand, as she was a Reaper. He did not bear the intensity of her world, only the edge of it. Only enough to drive him toward anger, his vicious nature budding and blossoming, his cruelty rising to the surface, a means of lashing out through his pain, into the world he did not understand.
I've found myself alone. There is no place for me, no clan to call my own. Outcast. The lure of the Hewn City is enough for me, I suppose. Amid its skeletal landscape, I find peace. In its vast emptiness, I find solace. Fear may grip the common, weak fools... but I know better. I know the darkness here cannot hurt me. I AM Darkness.
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It has been a considerable time, and the loneliness has returned. Has it ever left? It is quiet. I feel the pull of others nearby, briefly, then it is gone. They've fled. Fools. Can't they see that the shadows here among the light are all right? They are all the Lightweaver. WE are all the Lightweaver! My eyes shine the brightest at night, as if to push back the darkness... or to be among the Darkness. I am... I was... the Darkness...
I feel as if that is all I will ever be.
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They've braved the ruins to find me, as if I were the cause of their problems, their fears. I did not bring this darkness! Did I? The Hewn City was like this before I was hatched, how could it possibly be me?!
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Leaving the Hewn City was not an option, it was the only place he felt he could stay. But the strangers came, and they felt they were justified trying to drive him away, the dark nameless one that lingered among the shadows that gripped the lands, baffling so many. If they drove him away, they could feel at peace! Surely the shadows would go if he, nearly a shadow himself, were gone as well! They succeeded in driving him away for a time, but when he reached the edge of the only place he knew as home, anger took him over.
Why should HE have to leave?! This was HIS home, HIS territory!
He turned on them, lashing out with claw and fang. He was much larger than they, and amid the darkness of the area, his movements were hard to detect. A demon, they called him. A devil! An evil creature of the night as vicious and ruthless as the Shade itself, and dark as the Abyss!
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I'm glad they're all dead. Every last heart left unbeating, all the bodies upon the ground. They should serve as a warning. They WILL be a warning. This is my home... MY darkness... I will suffer no trespass... I will kill them all..
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Though his resolve to slaughter them was heavy in him, he did eventually take a mate. A female nocturne who had come to find her own Aloneness in the Hewn City, her name being Bleak, had joined him.
However, in time, he lashed out to her as well. After a time, he could no longer suffer their company... Bleak was slain by Abyss, along with one of their children, Rosea. The other offspring managed to get away, and Abyss did not follow him. Where that offspring is now, Abyss couldn't care less.
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The Night-Star Clan settled close to the Hewn City, their nomadic ways coming to an end. It was calm there, and they were not afraid of the stories, the rumours. They had scouted for weeks before approaching, and the process of their digging began, to settle into the stone tunnels they loved so much. The Hewn City is a vast area, so many secrets it can hide. Amongst them, the great obsidian Imperial that had taken the name Abyss... and called himself an Aspect of the Shade... He watched them settle just outside of his territory. He watched them go about their lives. He watched them as they fed, as they tinkered, as they nested...
And one dark night, when the moon was only a sliver above, he descended upon them. He slaughtered half of the clan, mostly the young and the weak, before the others even knew what was happening. The Patron Lang, a strong Nocturne, with Nacht, the Clan Matron and Lang's mate, took lead of the battle. They descended upon Abyss, sure that their strength in numbers would be enough at that point, but he was massive, and they were not. He tore through them, nearly killing the two Nocturnes and their comrades, before he decided he had a better idea than killing them all.
He would not kill them, no... he would force them to suffer his rule. He subjugated the remaining members of the Night-Star Clan, and they cowered beneath him. There would be no Lightweaver here now.. no... only Abyss, the Imperial whose blood and body would match the Shade. Whose life was Darkness, and brutality. They would endure him.
He ousted the rulers that night, and through the weeks, they did his bidding; hunting for him, bringing him trinkets, forging and brewing, patrolling for intruders... the last nests would be hatched soon, and they all knew he would slay the hatchlings. He would force them to watch. He was waiting. Watching. Wanting them to fight back. They never did. Their fear kept them from rising against him, as did their grief, the memories of those they had lost when he had overtaken them.
Some of the dragons were even being swayed to believe he was their retribution, the one to give them penance for their misdeeds in life thus far. They would follow him. They would be cruel for him... They would be his dark soldiers.
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Why has she come here? Who is she? I've never seen something so small, yet so powerful. She is like a tiny star of pure darkness. But there is a kindness to her. I do not understand. Where have you been? Have you come for me? I must have her. I must make her understand that this clan ... MY clan... it is her Clan now, if she wants it. No. She must want it. She must stay. I need her. I have to have her.
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Mara had left her old Clan, and wandered. She was not safe to be around, her power unpredictable. Though she bore a beaded adornment to keep it in check, she did not understand it enough to be around others. At least, that was what she thought. She had trained, yes, and understood a little more, but it was still unpredictable, and there was always the fear.
Abyss had come to Mara as she drifted through the Hewn City. At first she had been afraid of him, but he lured her closer with sweet words. Her curiosity got the better of her, and she stayed. She could feel a Darkness in him, something terrifying, and yet she did not embrace the fear she should have. She did not want to fear him as others had feared her. Her acceptance and lack of fear had Abyss taken aback! How could she, such a small thing, interact with him so easily, so willingly, without cowering in fear? It was better than he had ever hoped! He bid her stay within the ruins for a time, and he would bring her gifts. She had never had gifts before, not really, and before long... she realized.. he was not just being her friend, he was courting her! She didn't even want to consider the possibility, because she knew what she was, but she felt his darkness.. and as he was lured to her, she was drawn to him as well.
But as is the way of all things that seem good, the terrible aspects showed themselves soon thereafter. She met a Tundra from the nearby clan. Abyss' true nature was revealed! When confronted about it, at first he denied it, but then when she pointed out the Tundra had no reason to lie to her, a stranger, Abyss flew into a rage. He left in search of the Tundra, to kill it, but Mara followed.
Her actions to save the stranger dragon brought her the respect of the Clan. Her actions to be at Abyss' side, to curb his rage, brought her the continued interest of Abyss. She tamed his anger, showed him that there was more to life than what he thought, more to the darkness inside either of them. She finds it hard to keep him from killing intruders, but the Clan no longer suffers.
The hatchlings will come soon... and despite their growing trust in Mara and Abyss as their leaders, there is worry.
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"I've wronged them." Abyss said quietly to the little fae that rested between his horns. The night was bright with the light of the moon, and they both lay lazily over some crumbling stones on a structure that used to be a building of some kind, its use long forgotten. "But they will see... when the nests come. They will see that I can be useful instead of cruel."
"You have a unkind heart, my beloved." Mara said quietly, leaning her head closer toward the Imperial's ear, her long neck craning. "Because it has always known unkindness. They are trying. I believe in you, that you can show them. But do not lose the darkness in yourself. You will need it to stay strong, to defend us."
Abyss growled deep in his throat, rolling his eyes up as if he could see the little fae. But, of course, he couldn't. "I will kill th--"
"You will not. You will let them try. You will do nothing to the hatchlings, and you will let the clan Try. I am sure that they will lose their fear eventually. You took from them. You stole from them the lives of their young. It takes time." Mara smoothed her little claws through Abyss' mane, then rolled over, her wings crumpling a little under her small body. "It is all right to have darkness, and to live peacefully with them."
"... as you do." Abyss said quietly.
"As I do. As YOU will, in time."
They watched the moon cross the sky, and the sun came. Despite the light, the shadows still lingered in the Hewn City, as they always would.
((This post contains all Mara’s Bio/Lore information Pre December 2019))
Mara cannot remember much of her past. She knew there was darkness, and that she had roamed through multiple lairs, but before Abyss? It was getting harder and harder to remember. She had left her previous clan because she knew of her power, and it was unsafe to be around her. She never had any intention of remaining with that blasted Imperial, but her adoration grew, and then it was all but impossible to be separated from him. She calmed his rage. He brightened her darkness. It was a trade that she was willing to accept. This clan had taken to her, and before long, they were not cowering before Abyss or Mara, but rather embracing them.
They could not forget what Abyss had done to them, but they could forgive. It took time. It took effort. Mara helped. But they were not aware of How she helped... and she would keep it that way.
Before long, another had come into their Clan. The pull she felt from the very core of him rattled her. It was the same darkness as hers, the same ethereal quiver. She was drawn to him, and he confessed his draw to her.
Abyss had fought the concept of Mara, head of the Night-Star Clan, having two mates! It was absurd, and an usurper would not unthrone him! But... in time, and after several battles between Exodus and Abyss, the Guardian was allowed to stay. He was allowed to be her mate, though Abyss would not tolerate more than the occasional nest.
It was for the greater cause of Power. Darkness. Abyss could tolerate Exodus because of the Darkness that reigned within Mara's essence.
Mara had her true mate, Abyss.
Mara had her Bloodline Guardian, Exodus.
She thought she was happy.
But could a Naomi descendant truly be happy?
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((Story from the Halloween 2019 hatchling auction))
Time and time again, Mara rolled through the strange waters that pulled different hues into her scales. Each time the waters washed over her and slid down her body, a new colour was left behind, and she would look down at her reflection, wondering if this was the truth of her now. Was this who she was? So many blues, yellows, purples, and greens... why did none of them feel Right?
She laid in the water for a little while, wondering if these were the only colours she would be allowed to possess? Colours mostly darker, colours that reminded her of the darker nature of her birth...
Mara emerged at last from the strange waters, and looked at her reflection. Her dark eyes widened, and she stared at the strange, pinkish hue strewn across her scales. A low-toned, rolling laugh came from nearby, and she looked quickly behind her to see Abyss, the massive imperial that was her patron mate, giving her a wide, toothy smirk that was the only lighter colours besides his brilliant eyes against his obsidian scales.
"You look foolish." He said to her. "Like a real child of the Arcane."
Mara Was a child of the Arcane, though! Her ancestor, Naomi, was the root of it all, stemming from the Arcane itself. Though Mara's heart and eyes sang from the Plaguebringer, through her mother, the origin of her darkness was always Arcane. The Arcanist, the one that called down the Shade and shattered the pillar, was the truth of her real beginning.
"I do not look Foolish." Mara snapped at the larger dragon, then looked back at her reflection again. She was tired of being afraid of her own darkness. She angled her head, looking at the way the pinks and blues played over her scales, her fins, her wings... "I Do look like a Real Child of the Arcane. A Child of Naomi..."
Abyss moved closer to her, lowering his head to look at her with a familiar glint in his eyes.
"... your Plaguebringer's festival is upon us..." He said to her, looking at her directly, and then looking at her reflection so their eyes met.
Mara blinked at his reflection, then turned her head to look at him.
"... and the night of the Soul's Harvest is coming..."
Mara smirked, and hopped closer to his large head, reaching up to grab at his fur with her smaller claws.
"We should dress up." She said.
"And what would you be?" Abyss asked, lifting his head, and bringing the clinging Mara with him.
She scrabbled up through his fur to find a seat between his horns, her usual perch. The little fae thought about it. What would she be? Nestled on Abyss' head as he walked slowly back toward the den, Mara thought about it.
"A Queen." She finally said as they slipped into the dark entrance of their personal den. A slow smirk formed at her mouth. "A Queen that celebrates the Arcanist, and the Origin, Naomi."
Abyss was giving a mischievous expression of his own, even as his tail was the last thing to disappear into the darkness of the cave.
"Very well, your Majesty..."
Mara, in full royal regalia, crooned over her nest. This clutch she would not let slip away so easily. As the eggs cracked, and her hatchlings came forth, she grinned to herself over them, a dark glint in her eye.
These ones she would keep close in the beginning, teaching them about their origin, and everything that came Before. And then? Then, she would send them out into the world, her dark little messengers... But to whom shall she send them...? Which lairs would they best fit within...? Perhaps those that came Seeking the Darkness....? Those that offered Tribute to her, a Queen for a Day...
Hm... which ones....
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((Continuing on: ))
Something on the wind, a whisper. Change was coming, she could tell, but why did she have this feeling of dread in the pit of her stomach...?
"I.. I want to gather the clan." Mara said in barely a whisper, her voice uncertain. She slid back a little into Abyss' mane, shrinking down a bit between his horns.
Abyss rolled his eyes upward, though he could not see the tiny, currently-pink fae.
"Whatever for?" The imperial's voice rumbled out, and he lifted his snout a little, as if that could somehow help him see her, even though they both knew he couldn't.
"... something is wrong..." Mara's crest lay flat, and she turned her head a little. There was something there, she was sure of it. Something low-toned, dangerous. But what was it?? "Please, just call them..."
Abyss regarded her with a flick of his tail, and then gave a heavy sigh.
"Very well." The massive imperial got to his feet, and turned, carrying his small mate with him. Mara had grown more paranoid as of late, and he wasn't entirely sure why. After her bright colours had come, she had seemed so jovial. But now? It was as if all of the brilliance was fading.
It was only a matter of time now...
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