Abigor
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ABIGOR
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wind ambassador
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boastful, arrogant, spiteful
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You can't catch the wind!
For as long as any of the Fire, Wind, Lightning, Earth, and Water Flight dragons can remember, there is a myth that every lifetime, there is one dragon per element that plays host to a strong force of that element. Legend tells, that a long, long time ago, there was a battle between dragons and elemental incarnations. Not quite on par with the deity for each Flight, but combined were formidable opponents. The five elemental incarnations wreaked havoc among the land, much like the warring deities. They fought each other, as did the dragnos that supported each elemental incarnation. The wars went on for hundreds of years without the aid or assistance of the deities. There came a time when enough of the dragons had had enough of the warfare. They were tired of fighting over what seemed like nothing. The elemental incarnations, however, continued to fight each other. Leaving many scars on the lands they clashed on, the dragons banded together in secret. They came up with powerful magic that would bind each elemental incarnation to a single dragon, and that elemental incarnation would be the responsibility of said dragon for their lifetime. The first one to be bound was the Earth incarnation. Tough as he was, he was the easiest to go down. So goes the saying, 'The bigger they are, the harder they fall.' The second to go was Lightning. She was strong, but sporadic and inconsistent. Although those were her two greatest assets, her inconsistency became predictable to an extent. Fire came shortly after, her temper getting the best of her. She raced headlong into a trap and was sealed away almost immediately. The two that remained, Wind and Water, took much longer. The two considered each other brothers and after the other three elemental incarnations had been captured and sealed away, the two teamed up to try and keep away and avoid the same fate as the other three. For decades, no one heard or saw from either, but during this time, those who had the respective Earth, Lightning, and Fire elemental incarnations sealed away inside of them, had learned to use a small portion of their power. It was discovered that the three were able to detect each other to an extent, so they figured if that was the case, they would be able to detect the remaining two. They set out in different directions, hoping to find the last two incarnations to seal away. The water incarnation was found far to the south, around the warm shores of the expansive ocean. The wind incarnation could only observe helplessly as his brother was captured in a violent manner and restrained, before having his entirety thrown into a dragon. What happened with the wind incarnation is sketchy; some say he succumbed willingly, other records say it took a thousand dragons to bring him down from his rage. His rage was comparable to that of the fire incarnation according to those who go with that version. Generations passed. As the time came for a dragon to pass, a ritual was held to transfer the incarnation from the old or injured to the younger, stronger body. According to the myth, it was a celebrated tradition, and dragons from all around would come to witness to transfer and pay their respects to previous host, and give their blessings to the new one. Now, it is all but forgotten. There are only a select few who know the truth behind this, though even they cannot say what happened for certain, as it was never documented. It was passed down by word of mouth, and just like anything else, it has become skewed and inaccurate. The one thing that has remained consistent, however, is finding a new host for the incarnation as soon as something happens to the old one. Most of the time, the life expectancy is above average to those who harbor the incarnation. In the present day and age, there is a very small group for each element that know about the process, and a smaller amount that know how to perform it properly. The rest of the population has all but forgotten about what happened. Relations are kept semi-friendly, though there are friendly rivalries between the five elemental flights. So long as the elemental incarnations of the past are kept subdued, peace is expected to be kept, and the identities of the beholders kept a secret. |
When the Wind incarnation was transferred from the previous host into Abigor, there were some moments of unease. While the previous transfers had gone successfully with no interruptions or mishaps, this time, it seemed as though the incarnation attempted to break free and lash out. Those tasked with the restraining and transferring of the incarnation panicked at the sudden influx of activity. This was the first time they had any issues to date, and by the time they'd finished sealing the incarnation in the newly-hatched dragon, a lot of questions were being raised up. Why not? What happened? Where did they go wrong? All of these questions were going to be left unanswered, but the caretakers decided to pay extra attention to the upbringing of this new dragon to observe any potential changes. Abigor grew up relatively normal. He got a knack for tapping into his inner elemental early on, using it to his advantage during training. However, he was also boastful and self-centered. He knew he was special, so he flaunted it. Any chance he got, he'd show off to anyone who was watching. This only grew worse as he got older. Another trait that popped up was his spitefulness; anyone he think had wronged him at some point he was hold a grudge against. He'd also make snide remarks and jokes with no regard for if the one he was talking about was around. The caretakers gave up on him at an early age, having tried everything they could think of. Rebellious as he was, he left the care of those who had watched over him early on to make his own way. He hopped from clan to clan, unable to find one that would allow him to stay for long. He attempted to branch out, but was met with worse results, until he came to the Plague region. Angry, frustrated, and desperate to find a place to settle down in for a while, he tried forcing his way into a number of territories in The Scarred Wasteland. Every time he was met with resistance from the entire clan, eventually being run off by relentless attempts to take his life. He knew he could have bested them easily in battle, but for once he was holding back -- he needed to make a good first impression, not a lasting bad impression. Looking to the northeast and west, he considered his options. He had already tried The Tangled Wood and everything south of it. He had yet to visit the Viridian Labyrinth, Dragonhome, and Starfall Isles. However, the Nature-type dragons were too kind for his liking. Those in Starfall Isles were perceived to be intelligent and studious; not his cup of tea. Dragonhome, to him, seemed like it would be full of a bunch of dragons that were quite the opposite. His stereotype of those three regions caused him shy away from trekking to them immediately, but that was also his saving grace. As his distaste and frustration were heating up inside of him, he was approached silently by a female Ridgeback. He almost didn't notice her until he had nearly flown into her. Her wingbeats were slow, steady, and quiet. A tattered hood and robe adorned her body, couple together with heavy-looking shoulder armor and gauntlets. A large weapon holster was slung around her midsection, the large Cleaver in hand. He could not see her eyes, but even for him, her appearance was slightly unsettling. He opened his mouth to make a snide remark, but stopped himself as she flew at him at an alarming speed, Cleaver poised and ready to slash at his vulnerable hide. Knowing he was at a disadvantage here, he tapped into his inner elemental and used it to become one with the wind momentarily, the Ridgeback blowing through him as if he were a ghost. She recovered quickly, but not quickly enough. Without hesitation, Abigor built up a powerful tail swing, hurling the Ridgeback toward the ground. The Ridgeback roared in frustration as she struggled to get her wings in order again, only to be tackled by Abigor and slammed into the ground, creating a small crater from the impact. Abigor quickly backed off, still tapping into his inner elemental, his form flickering in the wind as he slowly circled the downed Ridgeback. The Ridgeback managed to get her legs underneath her. She knew she was at a slight disadvantage herself now; Imperials were much better at fighting on the ground than in the air. Rearing up on her hind legs, she followed the Wind-type dragon's movements, pivoting as needed. Silence befell them for a few minutes, before she made her next move. Opening her mouth, she shot out a large bolt of magical energy infested with everything a normal dragon wouldn't want anything to deal with. Abigor took action and counter-attacked, simply unleashing a strong gale of wind by flapping his wings once, causing the bolt to reverse direction. The opposing dragon was surprised, but casually stepped aside as though she'd been expecting that to happen. After a moment, she lowered herself to all fours, sticking her Cleaver into the ground. She spoke, her voice raspy and eerie-sounding. "What are the likes of you doing in our territory?" she asked. Abigor was surprised at the question; he responded calmly, not letting his guard down. "I seek a new home. Everywhere else has rejected me," he said. A low hum came from the female Ridgeback, as though she were amused. "Interesting. It is not every day I find a worthy opponent. Since you mean no harm, at least not now, we will escort you to see our Clan Council. If you are looking for a new home as you say... you may have found the right place," she said. "We?" Abigor asked. A rumbling chuckle came from the Ridgeback as she shot a bolt of Plague magic into the air. Seconds later, Abigor heard the beating of wings, as two dragons descended upon him quickly. One was a Nocturne, very bright in color, also wearing a tattered robe of sorts, though much more colorful. The second dragon was an Imperial like him, though a much more friendly vibe came from him. The other Imperial was lighter-colored, a Teal base color with Lavender wings. A matching teal scarf and some silk drapes adorned neck and legs, complete with a wreath and teardrop jade anklet and necklace. "You signaled?" the Nocturne said inquisitively. The male was eyeing Abigor up and down, checking him out, his guard up, and rightfully so. "Another possible misfit. Escort to the Council is required," the Ridgeback said. "Very well. Let's go. You there, what's your name?" the Nocturne asked. Her tone was much friendlier than the Ridgeback's, though Abigor could tell she seemed to have some sort of odd power about her. "Abigor," he replied. "Arcade. And you've met Redrum already. This is Samael. Follow us closely. Try anything, you'll regret it," Arcade said. Abigor allowed his form to return to normal, letting go of his inner elemental. He nodded in agreement, and all four took flight. "I'll remain around here in case he has reinforcements or there are others around," Redrum said. The other two dragons merely nodded and departed, Abigor following the two more colorful dragons. Upon meeting the Council, Abigor was intrigued and confused as to what the Council was, and who it was made up of. There were dragons of various ages, intelligence levels, breeds, and even origins. Not all were originally from Plague, he saw. The two leaders of the clan, both Guardians, explained to him that this clan focused on the outcasts of the world. The dragons that had nowhere else to turn to. There was no prerequisite for wanting to be a part of it; the only requirement if he stayed was that he pull his weight. He was surprised to hear that the clan had over one hundred dragons in it, with the numbers still on the rise. He agreed, and was asked one last question; what would his purpose here be? He spoke the first words that came out of his mouth. "I am Abigor, and I intend to be a Wind Ambassador." Although he said he'd be a Wind Ambassador, he didn't exactly know what it meant. He hadn't paid attention to the studies he went through; he'd been too busy showing off in the areas he wanted to excel in to learn history or terms or much else for that matter. He met what seemed like a new dragon every day he hadn't seen the day before. He immediately started hating all of them. His nice guy act was a façade, and as soon as he'd secured a spot in the clan, his arrogant and spiteful nature took wing. Putting down other dragons for lack of anything, telling rude jokes or making rude comments about dragons both behind their back and in front of them, intimidating other dragons, and generally being a big jerk were what most of the dragons got to know him for. For being a Wind Ambassador, he did a crap job at it, and all the dragons knew it. But, regardless of the mutual disdain, they didn't run him off like so many other clans did, and that surprised him. There were a few dragons he was slightly less inclined to be a jerk around; Redrum, the dragon he first met; oddly enough, she respected him and his power, and would sometimes follow him around asking questions about his past that he would usually give no answers to. Ava, the son of the two heads of the clan; he knew exactly what was inside of Abigor and approached him about it, but Ava seemed to know more about it than Abigor, so Abigor decided that in order to learn more about himself and what he was harboring, he'd have to not be as much of a jerk to him. And then there were the other Ambassadors that trickled in; four of them, he felt a connection with. He tried hating them, but couldn't. And the feelings were mutual between all of them. It wasn't until Ava called a meeting between Abigor and four of the other Ambassadors that they realized why they all didn't hate each other like a couple of them wanted to: they each harbored an elemental incarnation inside of them. It was something each was sworn to not talk about, but now that they all knew they were not alone with what they had inside of them, they were able to understand each other better. The main concern, however, was why all five of them had been drawn to the same place around the same time. None had been assigned to this clan, they all volunteered to go out into the world and be some sort of Ambassador or find a new home. However, like the outburst of the element within Abigor, the question of why would remain unanswered. For now. |
