Vythiweiah::~ I will Stand Atop It

Subject: Vythiweiah::~ I will Stand Atop It Wed Feb 01, 2012 4:56 pm

<::~Ave Mary A, Where did You Go?~::>

I am Vythiweiah, who are you to ask? I am young for a dragon, only 23, but do not underestimate me because of my youth.

<::~How did You ~~Know~~~::>

The thought of a rider Disgusts Me. I would rather run to the walls of Didenne and Wage War against all the Guardians then allow a non-dragon to ride me.

<::~To get Get Out of a World Gone Mad?~::>

I am Female
A deadly Clubtail
I speak in Sea Green
I was born August 9th in the year 3686
My magic type is Earth

<::~Help me ~~Let Go~~ of the Chaos around Me~::>

I am a Huge dragon, though perhaps I still have a few feet to grow yet.
I will use my Size and Strength to make others do as I wish. The Strong will always triumph over the Weak.

<::~The Devil that Hounds Me~::>

There is no safe zone around a Clubtail… Vythiweiah's colors are a light green with yellow ends to her scales and black horns and claws, except for the wickedly long dew claws on all four of her feet, which are also yellow. Her head if frilled with sturdy horns that are good for bashing but mostly are used for display. The real power of a clubtail is the reason for their namesake: a cluster of hard sharp scales attached to the end of their tail that they can use like a club to bludgeon opponents to death. The muscles of the clubtail's chest are strong, the belly protected by large plate-like scales, and a lot of power is devoted to their wings. A clubtail is so heavy because of its thick scale covering that their wing muscles are exceedingly powerful. They can leap into flight from a stand still, and though are not the most graceful or quick of fliers, they get the job done.

Evoking the wrath of a Titan… Vythiweiah has a very strong personality. She is fiercely loyal to dragon-kind as a whole, more so to those of Maledictus Eice, and is most dedicated to her sister, Anækileya. On the flip side she can be terrifying when angered, which is easy to do if you are of the non-dragon races. She hates them with a passion the drives her every waking moment, never able to forgive them for slaughtering her mother and nest mates when she was young. In battle she is ferocious and will dedicate herself to a task with utter completeness and absolutely no mercy. She does not play with her prey unless she is trying to make a point, in which case the battle will usually end in a gruesome display of Vythiweiah's power. She has very little tolerance for others that question her methods. She will explain her views once, and afterwards any disagreements will be dealt with at the end of her tail or claws. However, for those that she considers kin and are loyal to her she will defend to the death. As she sees it, any friendly dragons are precious and rare allies, and she will jump to the aid of those in need with little thought of her own safety. She also has a little bit of an immortality complex since she has yet to meet any other dragon or human that has been able to best her in combat since she fully grew into her scales. Secretly, she has a deep rooted fear of Slayers, though would never admit such a thing to herself or anybody else.

<::~I Need You to Tell Me~::>

Like:
Her sister
Close Kinship with Others
Dragons
Increasing the hold of Maledictus Eice

Neutral:
Dragons Who Haven't Taken a Side
Human Wars

Hates:
Non-Dragons
Questions to her Authority
Disobedience
Disloyalty

<::~Child be Still, Child be Still~::>

There is more that you need to know…? Vythiweiah has a history of struggling against opposition. She was born into a small community of peaceful dragons that simply wanted to live among their own kind with no molestation from those of the non-dragon persuasion. Bordering the fringes of the desert, the small clan got its wish and was largely left alone save for a curious adventurer or visiting rider. However, when she was still a nestling (4) a group of Slayers seeking fame or fortune or some sort of treasure came upon the small clutch of Clubtail hatchlings while their mother was away. They immediately set to slaughtering or capturing her nest mates until her mother returned to the nest, furious that humans had fallen upon her children while she was away. A pitched battle broke out, and Vythiweiah tried to help her mother defeat the slayers, but was cut badly on the side of her neck by one of the slayers and fled for the hills along with her sister Anækileya. The two dragons watched as their mother was defeated, slaughtered, then disassembled for parts. Her scales, eyes, teeth, claws and heart were taken by the slayers. A couple of her siblings were captured alive, but the rest were slaughtered and poached like her mother. Her fear kept her in place even while her pride demanded she go and finish off the slayers, but it was never to be. Humiliated, homesick, weeping with loss and burning with hatred, the two sisters disappeared into the desert. For years they grew up together, holding the hatred of Slayers close to their hearts and made a sport of attacking human caravans traveling to and from Kaionar for supplies and for revenge. Eventually, the traders became wise and started sending Slayers to deal with the dragon problem, but by that point the clubtail sisters were experienced hunters and fighters, and they were not felled.

As time wore on and they came into their own, Vythiweiah looked upon the desert that they called home and decided that they should expand their territory and make a larger impact on the world around them, declaring the sister pair's hatred of non-dragons. They roamed farther from the desert that they had called home, collecting other dragons and gathering allies, always with the denouncement of slayers and all non-dragons in general at her lips. At the age of 13 almost before they knew it, the young clubtails had gathered something of an army of dragons with the same interest in seeing dragons restored to power. Calling the group Maledictus Eice, she took responsibility for the group and lead more and more bold attacks against non-dragons, culminating in the first true declaration of war: The Sacking of Plurith.

Though she hates non-dragons, she does not purposefully seek to humiliate them. She rejects any idea of creating pets out of the non-dragons avidly. Memories of seeing her nest-mates dragged away for pets haunt any thought of doing the same to the non-dragons, and she refuses to let herself sink to the same level as the vermin. With this mindset, she had a no-tolerance policy toward other members of Maledictus Eice trying to keep slaves and has no fear of either outright denying other dragons of the pleasure or else killing the slaves herself to save them the humility. She also bears no particular ill-will toward non-dragons that flee. She does not care where they go, as long as they evacuate from Dragons Cove. She also realizes that survivors mean stories, and the more exposure her group has to the outside world beyond the borders of the desert, the better.

Subject: Re: Vythiweiah::~ I will Stand Atop It Fri Sep 20, 2013 11:43 pm

What we Fight For

The giggle of small dragons alerted her first to the figures watching them from the safety of the woods. Vy turned her head, scanning the underbrush for the telltale sign of a moving bush and quickly caught sight of the small antler dragon creeping in the bushes. Her tail twitched once in amusement. "I see you."

The announcement was quickly followed by a pack of the green and white striped antler dragons bursting from all around her, the kits attacking her feet with playful vengeance. Vy crouched low, gently scuffing one on the head with the under side of her jaw and playfully taking another in her mouth who struggled and put up a fuss while laughing. The others, newly able to use their wings, leapt up onto her back. They all chattered at a million miles an hour, asking questions about her adventures. What she'd seen, who she'd fought, where she'd went. All of them begged for stories, and Vy could only chortle deep in her throat at the exuberance these pups showed. It didn't take her more than a few steps to reach the border of the antler clan living in the cliffy forests overlooking the Great Rift.

She put down the small dragon between her teeth and the other glided off her shoulders. Some landed gracefully while others flailed about and took a tumble in the dirt while the clan leader came to greet her. The old dragon was only at eye level with her chest, but he carried himself proudly despite his creaking bones. The old dragon had long ago earned her respect, and so Vy dipped her head to the smaller dragon. "Elder, it is good to see you again."

"Vythiweiah." The dragon replied with a small tilt of his head, emphasizing the huge span of his impressive horns. "How goes the battle?"

She paused a second, aware of the eyes of the young dragons on her. "Well, Elder. We have taken the valley. You can rest in peace now, knowing that there will be no more retaliation from the vermin for hunting your grounds."

The Elder looked visibly relieved, a small sigh escaping him. "Thank you. Our clan owes yours a debt."

Vy shook her head slowly. "Think nothing of it, Elder. The land was yours to being with. You never should have been persecuted for hunting on your own territory. Maledictus Eice was happy to do it."

"All the same." The Elder replied, looking Vy directly in the eye. "Should you have need of us, we will provide what we can. Your wounded can rest with us; they will be in fine care."

"I know, Elder. I'll keep that in mind." Again, she dipped her head low in a sign of respect. "Once we have recovered our strength, we will be leaving the valley. I do not know if the vermin will try and retake their village, but there is nothing for them to gain. It is a pile of ash now. Be wary, Elder. I do not wish to see any of your clan hurt."

"We are always wary, as you know." He replied with a certain amount of grimness, looking beyond Vythiweiah to some distant point. "We will keep an eye on the valley. If trouble heads our way, you will be the first to know."

"It is all I ask." She replied softly, shifting on her feet. "I'm afraid I can stay no longer. I have other clans to tell of this news."

"I understand." The Elder replied. "Go with gladness and our blessing."

Vy turned to leave, the flock of children flowing in her wake all atwitter, asking about the battle, begging her to stay. She had to smile for their efforts, her heart swelling with gladness. This is what she was fighting for. These children that knew nothing of oppression; without a care in the world. If ever her shoulder grew heavy with the weight of responsibility and the effort of leading a nation, she would remember this innocent exuberance. This was her the epitome of her cause and all who followed her.

Spreading her wings, she promised the children that she would return one day to tell them stories of her adventures and took to the sky. The little hamlet of dragons she left behind couldn't be seen by the air, so perfectly blending into nature as they were. She circled once around where she knew the village to be before pointing toward Halosis.