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Lascariel Raith : Female : Tainted Queen; Augari : Female : Toxic
Topic Started: Sep 18 2010, 09:36 PM (898 Views)
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[align=center]Hush little baby don't say a word
And never mind that noise you heard
Its just the beast under your bed
In your closet in your head
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Name- Lascariel Raith

Age- 31 (bonded at 20)

Gender- Female

Sexuality- Heterosexual

[align=center]-Appearance-

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Lascariel can easily be considered a beauty, but a savage sort of beauty. Standing at 5'8'' she isn't quite so tall as to tower over her peers and be intimidating physically, but her aura is one of confidence and unpredictable malice, which causes the smartest of those who meet her to at least be wary. A pair of sharp green eyes, outlined by tattoos of blood red on the lids, sweeping back over her temples in rough imitation of a desert goddess add to that heavily dark presence she seems to exude. Her hair is black as jet save for the strips of brilliant red dyed into the strands at rough intervals and straight as a board, kept long and usually un-tied. Her complexion is in the medium range of deep tan and olive, hinting at more southern origins, perhaps northern Assaria, though no one is really sure.

She knows how she comes off to other people. Lascariel was raised to be very self-aware and learned how to carry herself the way she wished to be interpreted by those she would meet. Sometimes, she would have to appear meek and frail, while other times she would have to make herself appear as though she had been a noble of high breeding her entire life. It has given her the ability to change her appearance however subtly just in the way that she holds herself. However, she also dresses for the parts she plays. At her core, she revels in power and wealth and prefers fine silks and velvets, rare fur and feathers, jewels and precious metals. Her preference for red, gold, and black is clear when she dresses to impress, however, when she must dress for a station lower than her true one, she isn't too picky about coloration.

Underneath the facade, Lascariel has only two very large definable scars. The flesh of both forearms has healed twisted, the skin melted by her own dragon's acid during an unfortunate backlash in a training exercise. They are the mark of Augari's inexperience and the one thing Lascariel truly hates about herself, so she hides them beneath wrappings of clean linen or gilded bracers. The scars aside, she has chosen to mark herself with large tattoos of bold black designs. They are mostly hidden beneath the clothing she wears, but occasionally peek out of her neckline or the end of her skirts around her ankles. They exist to prove to herself her patience for pain and her physical endurance as well as her commitment to every decision she makes. Indecisiveness is weakness, and her tattoos remind her of that.

Lascariel wears her crystal with pride when she is dressed the part of the Queen. It is worn on a choker of fine gold at her throat to accent her attire when she must appear before her Sheathes or any others of importance. When she is dressed for battle or to deceive, it is hidden instead within a black leather satchel and worn on a cord of braided leather around her neck and beneath her tunic or armor. To her, it is the key to her power as Augari is her tool by which to achieve it. She may not love her dragon in the traditional sense of how a rider loves their dragon, but the Toxic is indeed the most important treasure in her life because of what she can bring her. The reins of the Legion have come to her through her Toxic, and for that she is most prized in this psychotic woman's heart. It is shown by the imagery of everything she owns having some semblance of a cobra or dragon emblazoned upon it.

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Life lesson number one for Lascariel was that it's a dog eat dog world. Waiting to cut an enemy's throat is asking to have them stab you in the back later when you least expect it. Only by eliminating potential threats can one survive the rough and tumble sort of society that she grew up in. She had to learn fast and had to train herself to detach from other humans and their points of view and emotions. Of all the lives she's touched, the lives she's ended, and the emotions and relationships she's wrecked she cares not at all. They mean nothing in the grand scheme of things. So long as she survives, and comes out on top, there is nothing else to care about in her mind. She doesn't actively seek out lives to ruin just for the fun of it, however to incur her wrath is to put oneself on a path of destruction. She will pursue any vengeance so long as it suits her and she is a very patient woman when it comes to getting the things she wants.

Lascariel delights in pulling strings, weaving webs, and manipulating others into doing what she wants them to do. Even if she must descend to the level of buying minions outright to do her dirty work, she enjoys watching people unravel. Being the puppet master rather than the puppet has always been her greatest motivation in much that she does. She learned from the best and if there was anyone she looked up to in the days of her innocence, it was that person that took her in to groom her for a slave. Much to her regret, however, she knows there are those that are better at many things. Augari cannot bulldoze mountains, nor control the waters of the oceans, as Lascariel herself is no worker of magic like a Qih-nzak might be. That is why she must learn to use others to her advantage. For all her uncaring about the feelings of others, she can certainly pretend to care when she has to, and can also be extremely diplomatic when it comes to civil discussion with the Sekkaians.

Lascariel has no true friends, only tools. She has never cared for another more than herself and so believes that no one could care for her more than themselves. She has forsaken her soul in favor of power, and now that she has it, she is distinctly aware of each and every person and dragon that would seek to tear it away from her. Because she is the leader of the Tainted Legion, she has sacrificed any hope that anyone could care about her and it shows. She never lets her guard down when she is awake, and when she sleeps she is sure that Augari is nearby, for she is as much the Toxic's tool as the Toxic is hers. It is a mutually beneficial relationship to Lascariel, not one of love.

When the need for physical fighting does arise, it becomes apparent that Lascariel hasn't wasted any of her free time dawdling. She is skilled in all manner of light weaponry from daggers to scimitars, though she doesn't necessarily have to be good with them in order to kill her opponent. She is also very knowledgeable when it comes to herbs and poisons and creates terrible concoctions to coat her blades with so that one knick is enough to kill. She is most skilled with a longbow for making long, steadily aimed shots, though the opportunity for such is rare, for she most often must use a shortbow in combat from the back of her dragon. Her skill with shortbows has improved greatly since being bonded to her dragon, but she is still no master archer. Even so, she prefers to do her killing at a distance, delivering potent, untraceable death in the form of a poisonous food or drink.

Having stepped up to the empty place left in Nidhogg’s wake, Lascariel has had to make plans and set things in motion to create the kind of empire she and Augari together envision. The war, while it was fun while it lasted, isn’t something that can be a self-sustaining situation, and she realizes that. It isn’t necessarily all out war that Lascariel desires, but rather domination of the like-minded that remain in the tattered ranks of the Taint. She wishes to be their queen, one they all look too as they should. She pays handsomely for skilled dragonriders and individuals with applicable skills to further to building of the empire she wants. Working towards building a national center for their new reign and organizing their ranks better for war, should it come, she’s got her hands about as full as they’ve ever been.

There doesn’t need to be violent bloodshed for the Tainted Empire to thrive, though bloodshed is an inevitable part of it. The weak will perish and the strong will thrive. Those ideas are the ones by which Lascariel plans to lead the new Legion.

Rank- Taint Leader

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Lascariel's origins are greatly unknown. Even she does not know that she was a child in a small village in Assaria that was attacked by the Tainted and destroyed, its people captured into slavery or worse. She was only an infant when her family was taken, her father killed and her mother shackled to be sold. Plans for her were the same as her mother's and they were both sold to a high-paying bidder in Esam, destined for Hellman's Well. Lascariel does not remember the first few years of her childhood, only so far back that she was completely alone in the world, starving and stealing for her daily bread. How she even got that far is a dark void in her memory. What she does remember is her stalwart determination to survive and better her situation from the very beginning. She might have died upon the streets of Hellman's Well as a skinny little malnourished waif if she had not been discovered by an older woman that happened to be the head of a very well known brothel in the city. That woman saw through the dirt and grime the pretty face that could one day make her brothel a lot of money, so she took her in and began to groom her for her future.

After that, Lascariel's life was warm and well-fed among cushions of soft velvet and silk with every older woman around her acting as tutor, mother, and guardian. Even so, she lacked the truly needed love that allows a child to grow into a well-adjusted human being. Everything she was exposed to from her discovery to adulthood showed her that life was all about cold, hard politics and nothing more. She learned from the other companions of the brothel just how to have the upper hand, how to defend her own honor, and most importantly, how to get what she wanted. Sure, she lived among whores, but just because they were whores didn't mean they were stupid. Many in that particular pleasure house had chosen that profession and they excelled at it. It wasn't until Lascariel was much older that she realized she was not part of some scummy down and out sort of establishment, but one that catered to the rich. It was no wonder her growth and development was in such a luxurious environment.

By the time she was sixteen, Lascariel was well schooled not only in the arts of pleasure, but of deceit and treachery. The whores and companion women of the brothel might not have trained in a yard with swords and shield, but they were just as dangerous with the slip of a small dagger and the choice words of the tongue. She learned how to use various substances with her customers that could also be used for ill--drugs and herbs that could put a man to sleep with the right dosage and kill with the wrong one. While she had no need to drug anyone and steal anything in her young life, she found need of such skills much later. In spite of having grown up in a supportive community of women, she grew instead to dislike many of them and see them as competition to her own gains. One in particular got under her skin like no other, constantly bringing up the fact that Lascariel was a street urchin painted to look pretty and smell fresh but she would always be a dirty little rat and had no place in their high-end brothel.

It didn't sit well with her, and she decisively did something about it. One night, she slipped a tasteless, colorless poison into the woman's night-time wineglass. No one saw her, no one suspected sweet little Lascariel. Her first nemesis never woke again. Killing her served two purposes in Lascariel's development. First, it gave her the confidence she needed to know that she would never have to stand for such insolence so long as she played her cards properly and patiently waited for the right opportunities. Second, it gave her an identity for herself. She chose the surname Raith to signify herself as autonomous. She had no one else's surname. She was her own. It symbolized her affinity for stealth and instilling fear and sowing paranoia, for after her first murder, no one knew who to trust. It started a cascade of drama through the brothel that she gladly sat back and watched for a time before her aims took her elsewhere. She was tired of being considered low and unworthy, simply a man's plaything. She wanted more, needed more. Lascariel deserved more. But she knew her place, and knew in order to transcend it, she would have to be crafty.

While her childhood home slowly burned from within around her, she continued her work as though there was naught amiss, dressing more simply, playing the part of highborn peasant with her eyes on a particular target which she had found and researched herself. Lascariel could not pretend that she was from a highly named family, for there was simply no way to pull off that ruse, so instead she went for just below them with her appearance. Clean, but simple, innocent and sweet. With her money she had earned herself, she paid off a group of thugs to stage an attack upon herself just as her target was within hearing distance. Just as the thugs closed in upon her and threatened to beat her--and worse--her gallant noble ran to her aid, drawing his sword upon the thugs and would-be-rapists, chasing them off of the innocent young woman he heard screaming. The moment he helped her to her feet and looked into her eyes asking if she was all right, she knew she had him.

Lascariel played the part for her dear Torren for the better part of the next year, her gratitude for his rescue turning to innocent flirting, then to very well feigned love by the end. Torren was smitten. She was gorgeous, she was sweet, she was everything he ever wanted in a woman--all things that Lascariel had discovered whilst researching the young unwed noble. His family was known throughout Hellman's Well for their fortune, and he was the perfect pawn for her to play her games with. If she could convince him to marry her, that fortune would fall to her in the unfortunate scenario of his death. It was all planned and by the time she was 18 years old, she was destined to be wed to Torren. He didn't know any better, he knew he was in love and that his life would be perfect once they were together forever. Lascariel let him think it for as long as it suited him. She hugged him, kissed him, took him to her bed like any good wife, all the while plotting how she would make his fortune hers. Some of his servants seemed to become wary of her, particularly when they saw how she sneered at children and tried to avoid them then turned around and acted completely saccharine to anyone else.

They were married for a year and a half before she decided to act. Her base knowledge on poisons and other drugs grew with each trip she made to the cities archives, and eventually she discovered the perfect way to do it. It would be gradual, his symptoms would be that of a common illness. If she had any regrets, it would only have been because it was slow. Torren would eventually succumb, and no one would be able to trace it back to her if she was careful. Rather than take the obvious route to poisoning his food, she slipped a few drops into his wine every now and then, more and more until he was too far gone to help. She cried and mourned, prayed to the gods to save him, to bring him back to her, but it was too late. Torren died a month after her scheme began of his mysterious illness, leaving her a widow wallowing in his riches. Some of the servants were bold enough to point their fingers, some whispering about her being some sort of witch that cast a hex upon their master, but they could prove nothing.

The next six months spent sorting and inventory-ing her wealth made Lascariel realize something pivotal to her very existence. It wasn't enough. All the gold, jewels, tapestries, paintings, and finery wasn't enough. Even being to order around the servants wasn't enough. More than the wealth, she needed to be recognized. She was 19 years old and it was time for something more. The idea came into her mind one day as she was walking with a few of her handmaidens and saw a trio of dragonriders on business in the city. Their beasts were magnificent, even beautiful. One of such appeared to be a very young Celestial, the very same sort of dragon the Empress of Sekkai was bonded to. Empress. Wouldn't that have been a title more worthy of her? Oh, but she wasn't stupid enough to think that trying to somehow take out Sekkai's Empress and take her place would actually be feasible even in her wildest dreams. Besides, from what she had heard on the rumor mill of the traders was that the Tainted were so vast in number, a pressurized pot waiting to explode on the whole of Sekkai, that if she decided to join the Sekkaian military and bond a dragon of her own she would just wind up dead.

But word was, in the ranks of the Tainted Legion, anyone was welcome to try their luck to bond to a beast and wreak whatever havoc they wished. If she had a glorious dragon of her own, she could lay waste to whomever wronged her and plunder whatever riches she wished. Even better, if she did it, everyone would know her name even if they did so by proxy of her dragon. Her decision was made and she sought out contacts within the darker avenues of Hellman's Well before coming in contact with the rider that would take her to the destiny she sought. Lascariel was warned of the danger, but she wasn't afraid. If she died, then so be it. She would rather die in the jaws of a dragon than to wither away of old age surrounded by treasures when no one knew who she was. It was decided quickly, and she was taken upon the broad back of a Disruption to the Desolation, where her journey would only just begin.

The Murks she found to be a desolate mess, but she had forsaken her silks and daily baths for this. Power required sacrifice, and if standing in the mud and living in dirt for the next eight months was the price for this power, she would gladly pay it. While many candidates simpered and cried--those taken unwillingly--and others stood defiantly against what was to come, she stood patiently rigid, awaiting the hatchling that would come forth for her. It came so suddenly. She half expected to wait for hours before one would choose her, or she would have to fight one off that wanted to eat her. Instead, what came to her came first of them all. A golden voiced Toxic queen, perfect in every way, deadly and beautiful. Her name was Augari, and they were to join together forever, dangerous tools of the Dark Lord that gazed down upon them. That was when it all began, and nothing could have worked out better in Lascariel's favor.

They did what they were told, they suffered the indignity of what passed as training from their Tainted masters. They rose above. It was with her clutch brother Viscer that Augari and Lascariel took their first town on the mainland of Sekkai before they were even old enough to carry their own riders across the narrow channel between the mainland of the Desolation and the Loth Angresan mountains. It was child's play compared to the outbreak of all out war that followed. The Toxic pair fought in every battle, killed tens of other dragons, and managed to live through the ordeal, only to see their Dark Master trapped and taken from them. Everything they had served, every dark purpose they had been privy to, it was all gone. The Legion shattered, and there was nothing left. Sekkai had won.

The pair retreated to their hovel, taken when they were but taintlings and hid for days while Lascariel brooded over what it meant. Augari was lamenting about losing everything, her acid flung in rage writing dark scripture on the walls of their ragged manse. That was when Lascariel realized that everything had changed. She went to her Toxic and pointed out the power vacuum that was suddenly in place. The Lord had been defeated, they were no longer under his control, most of his Sheathe's and Virals had abandoned their ranks in favor of their new freedom. They had but only step up and seize what was rightfully theirs. She reminded the dragoness of her special place upon the hatching grounds on the day they had bonded, and Augari remembered the whispers of her Dark Father, slipping around the back of her head like snakes in the dark. Yes, of course! This was why she was here. She had been groomed from the beginning for this, it had been their Master's intention. Of course it had.

Once deciding definitely upon that, Lascariel and Augari stepped up into the empty place Nidhogg once held, proclaiming themselves rulers of the remains. There might have been nothing left then, but they would rebuild. They would create an empire not bent upon its own self-destruction. They chose new Sheathes from their own classmates that would be worthy of the positions and sent them to collect what was left that might still be loyal to them. They offered asylum for those that refused to return to Sekkai in exchange for their loyalty to their new rule. It was a precarious position, but they managed to hold it and continue to do so, even after their first embarrassment as rulers.

The first time the Tainted females flew after the war ended, Lascariel and Augari were at a loss for how to make crystals and bond new hatchlings to humans. They needed them for their armies, to rebuild the Legion's strength, but how were they to do so with no crystal maker? It came down to only one option. Augari had to contact her exiled sire in a plea to the crystal maker Kazuko of Sekkai to make crystals for the new Tainted children. It would reflect bad enough upon them that they had to crawl to Sekkai for a solution, but as Lascariel saw it, it would have reflected even worse if the new hatchlings died right out of their shells because there were no bonds for them. She knew very well that they lacked the control Nidhogg held on his Legion and they instead had to rely on the much weaker bond of trust. No one, least of all Augari, enjoyed having Kazuko and her band of guardians come with crystals for the young, but it was done.

It was something Augari never wanted to repeat, but little did either Taint Queen know that their solution to this problem was brewing beneath their old Master's cage in the far northern mountains. While they toiled together for their own solution, a dormant power was waking, bonding with Nidhogg, reading his memories, taking him over. The Toxic pair was called mysteriously in the middle of one night by a familiar voice that neither expected to hear ever again. Nidhogg. He had returned, but how? Nearly against her will, Augari flew to the destined place, disliking the control over her that had long since been forgotten. They were greeted by the sight of their Dark Lord, but it was not the Lord they remembered. He was encrusted in crystal, hollow, empty eyes staring at them in the dark. What revealed itself then was something no one else on Sekkai had ever seen and ever would if they upheld their end of the bargain he offered.

Eibhir was his name, and he was a hybrid of an element entirely different from any anyone knew of. He had been changed somehow, made different, perhaps more deeply than even he knew. He offered them full control of their former Lord in exchange for secrecy. They would allow him to hide anywhere he wished and tell no one of where he was, who he was, or how he came to be. Nidhogg could control those of the Legion that strayed, make crystals for taintlings, and do everything he could before--only at Augari's command. While neither queen trusted Eibhir, it was too good of an offer for them to pass on. To have that power instead in Sekkai's hands--should the hybrid be neutral as his lore claimed--would mean that what they were trying to create would be lost before they could even build it. So they took it along with the risk that there could be more strings attached than they were led to believe. They were given a crystal that serves as a remote control for their former Lord, and it is the key to all his power and all his movements. Only their most trusted Sheathes are aware of this development in the Legion's prospects.

Now they rule with more confidence than ever as they attempt to rebuild the broken remains of their home. Lascariel has achieved her greatest goal. She is the antithesis of the Empress of Sekkai, with just as much power over her own people. Now, she intends to keep it.

Pet(s)- A cinnabar red stoned Ibis-shaped gargoyle named Zehuti


[align=center]The Dragon

Sleep with snakes and you become
A victim of the dark,
For the mistress of the Devil
Loves to break a heart

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Name- Augari

Age- 12 years (Hatched: October 19, 2010)

Gender- Female

Element- Toxic

[align=center]-Appearance-
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Original Ref by Balu
Semper arts <3::Moar Semper arts!
Art by Balu[/align]

Like all Toxics, Augari is built lithe and fast. Her long, slender legs are built for speed as are her long, narrow wings. Whiplike in form, the entire, serpentine length of her body is covered in the classic tubes and pustules of bioluminescent acid that graces all Toxic dragons. Though seemingly a uniform pitch black, her hide is actually infused with a dark blood red color, only seen when the light hits her just right. There is a slight dark gradient of orange on the trailing edges of her wings, where it is further shot through with brighter tendrils of this molten gold color. The tubes that worm their way through her body and the pustules that pop up in an actual pattern across her body glow with dangerous light of molten gold, a warning to all of her inner potency.

Her tail is tipped with tens of poisonous barbs, fading from black to the glowing hot gold that shows up on the rest of her body that can be detached and used as projectiles. On her slender, regal head are five bright eyes, arranged so that there are two on either side of her face and one on her forehead, right above her black crystal, which is nearly invisible against her dark hide. Behind the two thin horns that sweep backward from her thin head begins a hood-like frill which she can expand even more to make herself look larger and more dangerous than she already is. She carries herself always like a being of nobility and grace, moving in such a way that she shows the latent speed and energy which she can call upon in a moment’s notice. She is lethal, and those who see her can tell, and she knows it.

Augari's crystal, like most Tainted crystals is dark in color. What appears to be black is actually very very dark blood red, striated with small slivers of gold that are only visible in the right lighting. It is located beneath the one eye on her forehead and is shaped like a wicked triangle, a spearpoint with barbs flanking its main point.

Being a Toxic, Augari has many different poisons and toxins brewing within and on her body. Here is a list of each type of toxin, its location on her body, and what it can do:

  • Tail Barbs: Contain a potent paralytic neurotoxin that blocks synapses and causes complete paralysis. The victim's heart, lungs, and diaphragm are paralyzed within minutes depending on the dosage and without treatment will suffocate with lack of oxygen to their brain. (based on snakes like the King Cobra)
  • Scales: Augari's nest is built of poisonous plants, nettles, and ivies. The oil from these plants that rubs off onto her scales she and her rider are both immune to, but merely touching her can cause a painful rash. It's not inherently deadly, but it can spread and allergic reactions can be fatal for some. (based on the Forest dragons Toxics spring from)
  • Acid: The acid that flows through the specialized system of all Toxic dragons is especially potent and Augari is no exception. She can spit the caustic fluid in a line, spray it in a cone-shape in front of her, or create a delicate cloud of acidic mist for her enemies to fly through, causing damage to sensitive membranes and tissues contained within eyes, ears, and nose. Also, any damage to pustules or tubes that punctures them will allow the acid to flow freely from the wound, making would be attackers wary, as this acid does not harm Augari but will eat through anything else organic otherwise that happens to be too close. In nature, it is most similar to hydrofluoric acid and can eat through most organic material, metals, ceramics, glass, and some other kinds of stone. (general Toxic dragon abilities)
  • Bite: Perhaps the most dangerous and grotesque weapon Augari has in her arsenal is her venomous bite. The toxins in the glands of her mouth are different than those in her tail, and instead of a paralytic neurotoxin, her bite can deliver a dangerous hemotoxin that will cause her victim to essentially bleed to death both internally and externally. It's the most rarely delivered death from this Toxic, since she hardly ever allows herself close enough to her victim to bite. (based on snakes like the Boomslang)
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From the very first moment of her hatching, Augari has been nothing but loyal only to the Lord. Infused with his influence the entire time her body developed in her shell, her mind is the epitome of his wickedness. She wishes nothing more than to serve her Lord. Though languorous in nature, she will tear down anyone that gets in the way of her Lord’s aims if she can. Lascariel is her vessel, her human puppet now that she has bonded. The woman might use her dragon just as much as her dragon uses her, but to Augari, her rider is her hand in human matters. So long as she shares the same goals as her beloved Toxic, the dragon has her uses for her. Both dragon and rider are diabolically intelligent, though the dragon probably more so by virtue of being a dragon to begin with, but Augari realizes that she is not as schooled on human matters as her bonded, and so allows Lascariel to worry about that front.

Her heart, if she has one, is black as night and she cares for nothing save her own well-being, that of her bonded, and of course her Lord. Getting a helping hand from her would probably only happen in the rarest of circumstances, and probably only if she gets the chance to kill a Sekkaian dragon. Vain as vain can be, she cares more for her appearance and reputation than much else. She is ruthless and manipulative, much like her rider, and her prophetical rhetoric coupled with her deceptively beautiful voice makes her dangerously charismatic. If given the time, she can seduce almost anyone into being on the side of her Lord, even an unwilling Sekkaian.

Just like her rider, she hates most other females. They are her competition. Even males get on her nerves sometimes, but if there is anything Augari knows better than anything else is that some things, while irritating, are necessary. Males are necessary to keep the Taint population growing with strong, healthy soldiers, and even though females are also necessary, she doesn't have to like them.

Augari tolerates but otherwise cannot stand any dragons that are Tainted versions of their Sekkaian counterparts. Only the true Tainted breeds: Toxics, Abyssals, Bulkheads, Influenzas, Razors, Mycotics, Disruptions, Ruins, and Bones are the truly strong blooded dragons the Toxic has her faith in. All the rest are weak-blooded, watered-down excuses for powerful dragons. She won't hesitate to kill one if she gets the chance, but she does not actively hunt them, knowing that all numbers are currently needed to rebuild the shattered Legion. When it comes to breeding, she encourages all female dragons of the strong blooded lines to choose only mates that are of the same strong blooded breeds and looks down upon those that do not.

[Update: 10-15-2012]

Since taking the throne of the Tainted Empire, Augari has done her best alongside her rider to rebuild, looking for willing followers and organizing the remaining soldiers into better trained ranks. She has sought out specialists in various fields to be her eyes and ears as well as her claws in the dark. Things are much less about her previous Lord and more about her and Lascariel. While she still thinks of her Lord’s ideals as her own, she has her own way of going about reaching those goals. After several months, she cares little about the fact that Nidhogg was lost and has moved on, her dreams of a powerful and dangerous empire filling her mind near constantly.

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The obsidian droplets that trickled down from the titanic paw of Erebus made only the most impercptible of noises as they hit the spongey ground safely with only a small bounce or two to dignify the collosal height from which they had fallen. It would have taken the sharp ears of a Sonic to hear those gentle noises above the eager screams and bellows of the Tainted legion that had gathered to watch the proceedings, but to the slumbering eggs littering the raised quagmire it was louder and more clear than the Karma's roar. The warped whistle of wind that gently caressed their crystalline curves provoked shivers of delight in the responsive eggs, and the impact when they struck like daggers into the blood-engorged moss caused a few of the more excitable eggs to jerk inside their morbid nests. But when the warm pulse of blood beneath tender fingertips brushed across the cold exteriors of their crystals it was a cataclysm of ecstacy and revulsion that drove one particular egg to emit a muffled scream and twist in its nest like a demon.

Grim and imperious it stood like a pillar between the very own fore-claws of Erebus, deigning not to lie in the filth like some of its other clutchmates but strike upward at the impenetrable armor of its Lord. It had no parent fit to be near it and thus had been claimed by Nidhogg as a part of his faceless horde due to the merit of its auspicious breed. Its mother was crouched pitifully amongst the rest of the heathen mongrels, her puritan feathers molested and defiled by the slavering maws that surrounded her as a punishment for picking as her mate the vagrant Nidhogg detested. His treacherous genes laced the stygian shell with delicate veins of molten gold but Nidhogg had made sure that none of his blasphemous ideals would warp the child's mind. The nightmarish emperor had exerted his abominable influence more than he normally would upon this egg, ensuring that what was inside would be one of his great servants; both more entrenched in servitude and more acutely aware of his hellish presence than others would be. It would rot the child's mind and make space for more important things. Communication with the devil.

Previously it had stood as impassively as a stone, but now the black shell rocked back and forward violently, flinging bits of noxious ooze in every direction. Wrenched from side to side by the fanatical writhings of the beast inside, the egg snatched up greedily all the attention it could gather before its thin shell began to show signs of damage. In the oppresive light of the gloam and amidst so many shadowy titans it was hard to tell how close the egg was to hatching, only the gradually dimming of its leering patterns could be seen as tiny cracks overwhelmed the gaudy gold streaks. The dark swallowed up all the rest of the cracks so that when the shell finally did pass its breaking point and collapse inward it was as it the hatchling inside had stepped from one dark abyss out into another.

Her strong chest heaved with exertion and the maze of boils and tubes that wormed through her skin blazed with a boiling light unmatched by any paltry swamp-light that hissed jealously nearby. For a few minutes her five eyes rolled madly in their sleek sockets as she struggled to understand her new surroundings that were so different than she had envisioned. Putrifying waste stretched out as far as she could glean, and above her the ashen clouds writhed in infinate lunacy, unfettered by any beast made of flesh. Gradually her breathing slowed and the spasmodic tremors that bubbled in her transparent pipes ceased as likened those endless skies to her Lord's unholy influence that even now whispered sordidly through the crystal receptor embedded between her quintet of eyes. Before the avaricious eyes of the legion she transformed from a dainty black wyrm into the sinful queen she would become.

Long in leg and body she stretched sinuously over the remains of her egg that littered the ground in razor-like shards, letting none of the glittering blades come anywhere close to where she chose to place her delicate long-fingered talons. Every moment seemed to be calculated and specific, but in reality she hardly cared for the tangible obstacles that tried to subvert her from her path. She came before those that her Lord had admitted on to his lands as humble servants, their awkward bodies and slow minds merely vessels for his divine influence to channel into his followers. She was obligated to choose one for herself, the cream of the crop so to speak, before her clutchmates had harried at their numbers and whittled them down to the pitiful crumbs. Once more she didn't linger nor fear for the choice she had to make- the Lord would dictate in his infinite knowledge who she would be hers. Without a moment's hesitation she unfurled her narrow wings decisively and flared the ripe folds of colourful membrane that grace her neck and haunches, acid flowing over her glossy lips as she called to her chosen vessel in a voice than rung like a clarion.

[align=center]"Lascariel Raith, the Tainted Lord has called you into his service! Join with me, Augari, and we will be deified by his holy sin. "


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(Air Ecclesiastes x Toxic Septys)
Vain, Prophetical, Languorous
Lascariel, 20, female (Nherva)
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