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Update #3 (Wow, I seem to love typing these. XD)
Whee! I'm back from the outing. Now to get to work to finish that page! The only problem is that I've caught a cold.. and oh yes I do apologize for the missing portion of story from the previous update. I seem to have forgotten to copy a chunk of the backup code. x_x My bad.
Update on Comic progress:
I'm still working on the next page. It's going well and almost done. Lololol poor Idariun ;) However I won't get to be able to upload it on Dec 1 & 2, tiny heads up there. I've to go for a school outing (bleh.)
Update #2
Weiyan: Sorry for the absence, I've been really sick (Ugh). Anyway a new owner has been chosen, thank you for applying^^
I hope whoever gets Rotache will be a great owner ;')
... and the flames burned.. hot and fiery
Fallen Dragon, Risen Phoenix
.. like the epitome of love.
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This application was done purely out of my free will.
Each ancient god, embodying a certain element rules over the land. For centuries this has kept balance in the world as these gods govern and control one specific element. But fire, ah it is uncontrollable; sending jets of inferno that courses through forests and land like a monster. Ever wondered why this is so? It all happened a long time ago.. with Rotache..
Trapped in this world, without ever relinquishing his guilt.
You pause and feel around your pockets for the leather wallet again. What had that cranky woman said about treasure on the volcano? It seemed near impossible to scale this thing.
There! The soft feel of the leather felt unusual resting on your calloused hands. Gently, you open it, and slowly unfolded the parchment inside.
(^ Was drawn by someone on a petsite.. but I forgot who it was.. )= ^) --
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Hello WY, and all those reading this application. I'm known as Feeshy around here, maybe Phoenix at some times since it's my original name after all. Feeshy is my nickname though! Thank you for your generosity to put Rotache UFA. Through the process of making this petpage, I have encountered many difficulties and errors, but I had fun most of all, through this, and I really hope that you will too! Rotache is such a wonderful character, and I'd like to say as I had made this application, every bit of it has just made Rotache so special to me. I do apologize for the long application, since my writing style's quite long-winded.
I actually know this should probably be put at the bottom of the page, but I wish to tie my application in relation to the story. ^_^
Me!
About me
I'm an art student in high school, currently 15 years in age. I reside in the sunny island of Singapore where I spend most of my time reading, writing or drawing. When I grow up I'd love to travel around the world and experience winter for once! I enjoy sports too - my favorite is probably swimming, or perhaps archery. Sometimes, I do tend to have insomnia and would be unable to sleep for a long period of time. I'm terrified of the dark too! On my free times, I draw or read. Most of my art consists of wolves, birds or dragons, the three animals which I absolutely adore. Along with my favorism of fantasy books comes manga and anime, where I usually spend hours fantasizing over a particular character. Simply enough to say, that is when I started to draw. First it started off as an obsession with the Pokemon Moltres. Then it proceeded on to Wolf's Rain and then lastly dragons, which came from.. Yu Gi Oh. I am unable to draw humans well though, not a very good drawer exactly. ^^;
I live in a house with 2 siblings, a dog, and my mom and dad. They're great! We spend most of our family nights talking to each other, playing games or just joking around. I used to have a lot of fishes (hence my name) but they all passed away.. I loved them, and I think just because of that I am known as Feeshy here. In school I do not have many friends.. but those whom I have I treasure greatly. I just don't understand why most people avoid me.. what's wrong with liking history and having a bizarre (and weird) sense of humour and thought? I adore my friends and are very close with them.. ^-^ We joke around mostly at times but help each other whenever truly in need.. like math.. or chinese. I may not look like it, but I'm a chatterbox at times when I'm not busy. Never will there be a time when I'm not ready to talk with anyone! Hehe.
For adoring the three kinds of animals, I sought to create a hybrid of them. Months ago this design was perfected - Dragons with canine features or feathers. From this design I incorporated unique personalities to it, giving it life. These dragons are not all. I also continued to draw wolves and gryphons, thus creating a wide array of characters.. who are both unique and loved dearly by me. I sought to incorporate their character into petpages as well as their personalities.. Each and every pet will be subjected to a lifetime of updates and progress on their pages. These characters are loved by me, for I feel honoured whenever I write about them, and I'd love to have a solid relation to a character in which I create. It's a sense of achievement.. and I myself would like to share my characters.. with the world. Never would I trade away one of my characters.. ever! ;A; It's like asking me to give you my own fursona.. (or birdsona in my case)
Nooooooo!
I think that's enough about me. It's time to move on to the remainder of the app.
Rotache.. was forged in my daydreams. This is the truth.. (bizarre, I know.) It was months ago that I had done that. However, as vague as these dreams can be, I continued to dream about this figure.. this creature.. this dragon, for his personality and history was so rich.. so divine. I dreamt about him whenever I couldn't sleep. I developed his personality in detail to pass the hours of darkness. From those days onwards I got inspired by movies on TV.. and created a unique persona as well as a design for this dragon. Somehow, apart from most daydreams, this is the one I could not shake off. It is different from the other characters whom I create out of imagination itself. This daydream.. was like being the producer of a new show on TV. It was great, I'd say. I wasn't sure if I should say this.. for I doubt you'd believe.. but this dragon had no name. the only thing I know of is that it started with R. Now, my characters usually started with names such as A, E or L. Obviously I was troubled with my thoughts. Racuoid? Roirul, Reiurye? (I'm bad at names, I know.) I wasn't content with any of them since I wanted a name that sounded natural. Think of how I felt when I saw Rotache.
I knew I had to apply for him. It was an undeniable feeling - one that felt like I had just seen a perfect pet at a store. I could imagine my dearest pets meeting him in adventures together.. I could imagine him being roleplayed with. I could imagine my dream come true so I am able to share and inspire. Every detail of the once vague memory I had started to magnify to a greater extent.. I was proud of my story and design. I showed my sketchbook draft to many friends.. I showed story plans to my English teacher (who unfortunately said she didn't really like fantasy stories) I started replacing the R name which was confused at many parts (it's laughable how it changes so often ^^;) to Rotache. It was solid and fitting.. just perfect. Know what? The name didn't change one bit.
Being a person who loves dragons as well as creating characters to draw and write stories about, I find it essential, if not a hobby to create it as character in petsites so I am able to share it with many people, like what caused my inspiration for them. Sadly in neopets Draiks are extremely hard to obtain. I'd love to have a character which I can properly relate to the dragon itself, and that is none other than a Draik since they, being fabled dragons have no set way of drawing, hence the many variations you see of them. It gives me flexibility to alter drawing styles and create new designs. That's why I love them so much.. not because they are a rare pet.. or because I want them for the sake of having one, but because.. I'd like to present this character to the world. I'd like call this dragon Rotache, because his name was just.. fitting. I simply adore the idea of a 'Phoenix Dragon', for my love with fire elements has inspired me to create these great characters.. one of which I loved so much she is now my fursona. After many movies as well as animes (and daydreaming..) the ideas started to flow in. I started to imagine in detail and build up his character little by little. His character literally jumped out at me, and instantly I knew that this design was perfect for him. Every amount of tweaking I did just kept producing the same result.
And then I started to write. At first I was afraid.. for many times have come where I encountered a block in writing. However, it was different. The feeling and imagination flowed out of my fingertips like water. I could not stop and wrote until nightfall. It did not end. I continued writing and once I had finished Rotache's personal recount I was still
dissatisfied. It was not enough and I had to write more. Thus the idea of 'The Lost Journals' evolved, and I started writing in every elaborate detail, making sure my story is smoothed out correctly before proceeding. The first was the last encounter with
Dakriun (a minor character in the story). It was enough to spark the creativity that was once lost in me due to exams. I opened up GIMP (that's my art program).. and guess what? Many pictures were created.. all of which I loved and treasured greatly. I had his design memorized in my head
so vividly, I could even draw him out when I'm doing chinese homework (I do erase it before I submit, though =P). xP
... It was not enough. Throughout the story I had grown so attached to Rotache.. so close to him like a dear friend. I was not bored with my idea. I started to do comics of him.. it was my dream and I would like to nurture it.. through the comics and manga I have read. I created a comic of him in late October, drafting everything on my sketchbook pages. The idea then came to action in early November. It was hard crafting a large page with color, art and dialogue and one page took hours to complete. But I did not want to give up.. for I really believed that I could still pull through even with school during holidays. I seek to make my comic an enjoyable series, one which someone could consider a manga! I want to become an artist or a writer someday.. But though I would like people to read my comics, I don't expect them to get much fame or be turned into a real-life series. I just want it to be unique, personal and shared by me for others so I can inspire them to create characters of their own. Did you know it's every artist's dream to inspire others? =D
I don't care about being an owner who has rare and expensive pets. I adore Rotache for what he is. I'm so attached to my pet's name as well as their design itself. Most of all, it's the character within which I love. There is no way I could replace this Rotache on a Shoyru or Skeith or a Scorchio for yes, he is unique in his own way, and I feel a Draik represents him the best.
Hey! Why'd I suddenly turn so cute?
Oooh, that's fiercer! But I really don't have the build of a Dragonite x_x
Ideas and characters.. they are just so brilliant and so real. They're like a painting which can be worked on indefinitely.
My plans
I have many things planned out for Rotache should he come to stay with me. First off, he would be painted Fire to match the reddish-yellow feathers of his wings. I'd really love to purchase a 'Custom Paint Brush' so I could paint him exactly how he looks, but they don't exist.. aw. Check out his custom paint brush should it ever exist. =) I also plan on giving him a petpet as well as a petpetpet! They are a Fire Hydruplit as well as a Lightmite, to accompany him in his lair whenever he is lonely. He names them after the memories he has.. but believe me, those two are very playful and are pesky troublemakers, always disturbing him whenever he's sleeping. I have purchased a Fire Paint Brush, a Lightmite and a Fire Hydruplit and they can be found in my gallery. Also in my gallery are my collection of codestones and books for he is intelligent and strong and I would wish to train him as well as provide many books for him to read. All of his stats would be raised except for defense, which would be kept a little lower than the rest for since his birth he isn't really a defensive type of fighter. I felt it would be more natural to have a balance of stats. I will also continue saving up and purchasing things for him as I will be earning NP every single day. =) I also plan to cross-paint him in the future, with a combination of Royal and Desert clothes. I'm sure he'd look great!
The unique Rotache Paint Brush!
Next, I would customize him by dressing him up in various outfits to best suit his personality and looks. I would not be able to afford every thing for my pets but I would save up intently until I get the outfit/item. It's a great excitement as well as a pleasure to have them dressed up! Since I've no idea how outfits would look on Draiks, I have started by buying some outfits from the NC mall. The items I have planned for his customization can be seen on Enomina's lookup. There are also some backup items placed in my gallery should anything not fit him well, but I'm confident he'd look good in those! Customization is great! I hope to have all my pets customised as uniquely as possible! However, my only wish is that neopets could come out with some dye or print that could make unique markings on pets. It's be great customization like that! I do secretly hope they do.. one day. The introduction of face paints may just be a step to it.. heh heh.
This petpage would be made his own and his comic and story which is currently found below would be updated regularly whenever I'm online_ . which is every day. The comic may take a longer time though, and would probably be updated once every 1~3 days since I spend a lot of time drawing.. and did I mention I dislike coloring and shading? x_x Maybe.. just possibly.. the comic can be published into the Neopian times.. or maybe the petpage could earn a Petpage spotlight award! I will enter nonetheless. Rotache would also have a personal lookup for himself, where the preview is also found on Enomina's lookup (clickable link) if you haven't looked yet. That's not all! I created a userlookup of him (with some coding help) which can be seen on my lookup at here since I just had an idea to feature one of my pets once in a while! Rotache would be no exception. I just love creating art about him.. it's magical how my inspiration evolved. It's my dream to have a comic/manga and I like to see it in action right now, with Rotache.
He shall also be entered into the beauty contest. This is my favorite contest, for the effort you take in would be appreciated greatly by others who view your art. I enjoyed the first beauty contest I had ever entered and tried really hard to earn those two gold trophies on Vreyai's lookup. Till this day I am still awed by the fact she managed to earn two golds! Like Vreyai, I would try my hardest to earn Rotache some beautiful trophies for his lookup! How could I resist, with his feathers, personality and all.. I'm currently on goldban for Vreyai though. Annoying little thing.. I can't wait to enter again!
Lastly.. roleplaying! He will be roleplayed actively with my friend pippsnoop's Serpant. Pippsnoop has a feathered raptor who is firstly, her scalesona as well as her RP character. I've roleplayed a couple of times before since I enjoy the bonding as well as the interaction between two characters. Since it is another person behind another character, it makes RPing all the more fun since the excitement would never stop. I've gotten quite addicted to roleplaying in the past and still roleplay now for it is fun and exciting. I look forward to roleplaying Rotache since I do want to get the feel of roleplaying with him, for he is such a fantastic character for me.
RP example
Narrowing his eyes in response to the chilling wind that blew through from the north, he raised a his hand - pitch-black scales accentuated with a band of glowing amber; claws of shimmering gold, he focused his powers and felt it coursing through him just like paths of magma, felt the spark of life illuminate below him, dancing cheerfully in the moonlight with a radiant glow.
I have played neopets for a long time, yet it was only a year and a half before I got addicted to it. The first account I had was kissingfish21, currently my side. As a young player (I was around 9 or 10 years old when I first played) I enjoyed neopets for what it was and played it every day. Yet with no basis of experience I could not get far in anything and mostly lost interest in what was too expensive. At that time I did not even like art, so the pets just came to me as pixels. I played for a few months, then took a long hiatus and returned in mid 2007 for a while. That was when I first started writing short stories about my pets. I've actually deleted those writings now.. there were far too many mistakes in one paragraph.. ): It'd be fun to look at them now though..
My current return is on mid- 2008 to late 2009 (present). It was all because of my beloved friend pippsnoop. She's a great person to be around and I've been playing ever since then, making new friends across the site. I created various side accounts, two of which I had forgotten the secret word to. I had a total of five accounts, but it is reduced to three now because of these two. Currently, this is my main account (parrotfish21) , kissingfish21 is my first side and Tygarii is my second side. My first side is used for my other characters whose pages are currently being worked on and revamped from my old writing style. Then, my second side is a little less active, and is used for putting pets UFA since I really, really enjoy giving people gifts such as art or items, and usually spend much NP gifting people.. maybe that's why I'm poor.. but I still love to give. Through my history on neopets, I do not think I had warnings or icings before.
Neopets has been extremely fun and enjoyable now. Back in the past, I kept switching pet sites once every few months because there were lack of updates and things got boring. This now is not the case with neo. I don't care what my classmates say about it being too childish and the character-making a waste of time. It is what I enjoy and what I would continue to pursue, for my time here, I think has been well-spent and I have found a new place in neo where I would stay forever.
Would he be...
Put up for trade: He would really, never be up for trade. He's the perfect pet and character for me and from the first day I dreamt of him and created his character, I never grew tired of him and would never be. I would really never trade my characters away for other 'rare or expensive pets'. Honestly, I don't really care about UCs or limited edition pets, I only love and care about their own character, their story, and how I create it with so much effort. There is really nothing else I want other than that as it is what I desire to achieve with my current pets.
Transferring: I would never try to move him through the pound nor transfer him to any of my other accounts because really, why'd I need to move my pets around when they're happy as they are and that I can see them every day? I rarely even use my transfers at all.
Lent in any way: I'm not going to transfer away one of my characters in the family so that other people would 'have a feel of owning him/her.' I love him too much to part with him for a single day.
Put for adoption: I've been playing for quite a long time, and through this time I have not felt any desire to give any of my characters away. I only adopt out zapped (or mass created LE pets on their specific day) so that other people can achieve their dream pet ^_^ But seriously, no way am I going to give away something I love. I've also been playing for many hours a day and now consider myself an addict; thus I have no intentions of quitting.
Application/ Adoption History
I've actually gotten to wander around the Pound Chat boards a lot. Through the span of around 8 months I have applied for 4 other Draiks.. all of which has gone to a better owner than me. However, I have applied for a Fire Eyrie and was chosen. Her name is Enomina, and she lives with me today as a loved pet. When I got her I did not know what to do with her personality as well as character. However, Rotache's story gave me Enomina's character.. it flows together so magically and I wish to tie her in with the rest of his chapters as well as create a petpage and lookup of her.
The names included in here are all nicknames since I do not want to disclose identities.
The first Draik I have applied for was a blue Draik named Fae.. Sadly to say, yes. I was a noob and literally begged in my application (which was a neomail app) My application was less than worthy or good and I was rejected straightaway. I still am ashamed of what I have done, but I'm glad she went to a great owner.
The next was Iuli, a green male Draik. Similarly to the first I submitted a neomail app, and this time was accepted. At that time I did not know that my Draik applications were of a lower standard than others. In the end, he went to another great owner. I was really heartbroken, for I have failed two times. I vowed and resolved not to apply for another Draik ever again (which I eventually broke). However, I now realize I was applying for a trophy pet and could not think up of a character.. it was out of selfishness and greed. I'm glad these two Draiks went to a much better owner than me.
This was one of my favorite pets.. a UC Grey Eyrie nicknamed Vinn. I applied for her with a petpage this time.. putting my life and soul into it. I tried my hardest, but another owner was chosen in the end. I was heartbroken and grieved, almost on the verge of tears; but I really loved the character so much that she lives with me now as Vreyai, for I am unable to afford a Grey Paint Brush.
This Shadow Draik was a beauty, oh he was. His application was made with much love and work to finish the application each day. Everything was lain out smoothly and I had high hopes. The application was accepted and the owner said that she loved my application.
Once the deadline had passed, I looked at his pet lookup, and found that he had been adopted out to another owner. It was really saddening and this time I did shed tears.
I had gone a month without applying for another Draik. One day I looked to the Pound Chat boards late at night and found someone advertising a Fire Eyrie for adoption. Her name was Enomina and the owner wanted her to be adopted out quick. It was surprising not to see anyone on that topic for more than 10 minutes. I sent in a neomail application for her and got chosen in the end.. somehow. I was soooo happy, for it is my first pet ever adopted out to me. She lives with me today as my beloved pet. ^_-
Right after Draik day, I saw someone advertising 5 Draiks UFA. I decided to apply for this one Draik. I think it was Taz or something like that. This was the most recent Draik I had applied for, and I really hate to say that I did my petpage app and spent many days on it. However, I misread the deadline and thought it was later than it used to be. I went to her pet lookup and saw that she had already been adopted just as I was about to submit my application. Then I went to check the rules once more and saw that I had been too late..
I've had little success with all my applications.. but had I been chosen for one of the Draiks, I would never have found this character I loved so much. Rotache is the best Draik I have applied for so far and I have never grown bored of him since the first day he wandered into my mind. I adore his character much more than the other Draiks. He has become much more dear to me than any of the other Draiks above could have been, =)
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It may not seem that I have a lot of things in this page, but I have expanded this application every day. I know people say that you cannot judge one applicant by the quality of their art, but this is the point where I'd disagree. Art is a form of hard work - one picture may tell a thousand words. I have put in a tremendous amount of effort in making the art for this page as well as the effort needed to bring my art to what it is today. I believe this skill should be similar to great writing as I believe in quality over quantity. Rotache has found his way into my heart. I adore him with my soul. I am glad, for through my journey through this application I have learnt many things about his character and he has grown to become more important than any other Draik would have been.. UC, rare or real-named.
This is the end of the leather wallet paper, but a great story lies ahead for you to read. Sit back and relax for a thrilling adventure! Please enjoy the rest.
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Here are some examples of my art, for what I do in my free time. These are requests that I've done for other people, on a wolf pet site.
Author's note: Anything starting and ending with - is speech. Speech is represented in colored font.
You heave a large sigh as you settle on
the face of a ridge where the lava bubbles in a seething pit of molten rock. As you clamber to your
feet, a gust of wind brought forth an array of small embers, swirling around you in a seemingly
endless dance of inferno. Up ahead lay the ruins you were looking for since your journey here. Feverish with
excitement, you cautiously made your way across the crater of the volcano, along a thin narrow path which
far ahead did not look visible, making the temple seem inaccessible at first. The frothing pit of fire
swirled below you menancingly, threatening to swallow you up if you fall..
You clamber to the tiny face of rock which supports the temple, grateful for your survival all the way through.
It was a miracle that anyone had ever survived so close to the volcano. Secretly, you thank King Coltzan for your
sheer luck that has brought you here.
Ahead, the ruins of the ancient temple loom before you ominously, the entrance a big gaping hole into the unknown,
eerie and uninviting. It seemed as if an ancient, powerful and forbidding presence hung over the temple like a cloak
The temple, once a revered place worshipped by priests and farmers alike, was used mainly for
tributes to the gods that govern the Earth. Many had once ventured here for hopes of a greater life.. it was unknown
if they had returned or not.
The volcano, taker and giver of life.
The temple.. the fire god of the volcano.
The thick smoky air clouds around you, making it difficult to breathe in the weak state you are already in. Glancing at your hands for a moment, you realize that it was bleeding from all the cuts and burns you've sustained during your trip here. The wind whips up again, sending out dangerous plumes of smoke that sufforcates you. It seemed as if the volcano knew you were here.. and didn't want you here.
The howling wind sends a splurge of molten rock hurtling towards you. Alarmed, you leap aside as hot flames brush past you. The humidity stings and burns your skin, and the embers swirl ferociously. You could hesitate no more and broke into a run towards the entrance of the temple.
The darkness swallows you like a hungry beast.
You find yourself in the rocky depths of the old temple. Age and time had worn out this place considerably due to neglect. The hallway was built with what seemed to be expensive marble and stone. Cracks lined the wall and supporting columns were either shattered or were barely standing. Beautiful paintings, faded by time and space itself, stretched across the walls which once bore radiance that now shone through weakly. But the ceiling was a sight to behold, for even though the paint was worn and less visible, it portrayed the fire god itself, of varying forms as to how the humans portrayed it. A bleak and musty smell seemed to carry around the temple, and layers of dust, once unpertubed, billowed into a cloud as you run your hand through the wall, making you cough spasmodically. In the eerie gloom you meander through the temple, passing doorway after doorway of an endless maze. Finally, you reach what seems to be a dead end.. and pause.
An intricately carved altar took the place in the center of the room. It was a faded gold, engraved with ancient scriptures and drawings. It was exceedingly beautiful for something so ancient.. and a fire blazed calmly in its center. You drop your pack with a thud and scurry over to examine this piece of artifact. Something about this flame seemed as if it burned for eternity. It evoked a memory of a lost city near the volcano; a great civilisation that thrived near this volcanic region, a wealthy civilisation that prospered with rich crops that thrived in the volcanic soil.
You sit and lean against the altar, exhausted by your journey here. Now, you could return to neopia and tell others of the great discovery you found.. and hopefully return with more treasures. Closing your eyes, you drift off into sleep...
A music echoes in your mind, a music so beautiful yet so faint; like a phoenix's song.. somehow it calls for you to awaken..
And you awake to find yourself facing the golden eyes of a draconian face. Stricken with deep shock, you jerk upwards and recoil in fear, back pressing against the ancient altar. It seemed to portray no fear of you. Panicking, you lurch to the side and try to flee from the room, but alas, the creature paces forward lazily and blocks the exit. You freeze instantly, eyes wide with shock as you realize that your life was about to end. Ridden by defeat, you edge backwards and sat down heavily on the stone floor, trembling with fear.
-Be calm, for I shall not hurt any mortal.- A voice in your mind speaks, emotionless.
The dragon waited as you calmed yourself, showing no hint of excitement nor hate. It stared blankly at you without a word. As you calm yourself down you stare at the being.. and finally venture a thin question.
-Are.. are you the fire god of the volcano? -
Your words hang in the air for a few seconds.. minutes. Have you angered the dragon? The fire crackles and grew in size.. and the dragon rises up and sits on its haunches, facing you. Its eyes narrowed as it absorbed word after word.. The beast swishes its banded tail of gold from side to side. You gaze at the creature properly this time. It was a red dragon, with wings the color of flame and a scaled belly of ebony. On its legs bands of gold lined the black, accentuating it greatly. The dragon itself seemed to emit a radiant glow.. a glow of fire.
Time passes.. and finally he speaks.
- I am the exiled prince of the flames. A fallen god. - The voice rumbled through the entire structure. It gained in strength like the power of a thousand volcanoes,
- I am Rotache, governer of the flames and infernoes! - It bellowed, wings stretching to reveal flame-colored wings with exceedingly beautiful feathers of crimson and gold. The dark room lit up with a strong glow of light.
Finally, he calmed down, his head craning closer to you until his jaws were barely an inch away.
-And I shall tell you what became of me.- He hissed into your ear.
When the universe bloomed into existence, the gods were created. Gods of space and time gave birth to the beings of spirit and emotion, and us,
which controlled each element. Demi-gods, we were called, each tampering with the face of the universe. I.. was a descendant of the fire god Anhamirac, who was
cursed with the ages of life and death due to his arrogance. Each time fire gods succeed the other in a never-ending battle of life and death. However, our lives are not as restricted as humans were.
For leading short lives of perhaps a hundred years, we demi-gods could live up to a thousand. Our mission was to ensure life was kept fair by the introduction of the human inhabitants.. we could pronounce one dead in an instant of events, though our power must be used sparingly. I was born the benevolent son of my father in which I were to succeed in his later years. Soon after a civilization bloomed below our sanctuary.. and humans, such interesting creatures, multiplied in numbers.
I watched over every single one of them like a father; I witnessed their short and bright lives, their pain and sorrow for which were most interesting to an emotionless being like me. I made lives great, some sorrowful.. each one a chance to a path of happiness. Soon the humans learned of the gods' existence, and constructed a temple paying tribute to the gods. Those which proved promising are the ones whose wishes I grant. But during my years as the prince of the fire god, I discovered one thing - humans were curious creatures whose lives I found to be extremely interesting. They had moments of unfathomable sorrow, times of bright joy. And there is love, the encompassing love, where it betrays a dangerous beauty when one falls into its grasp.. a beauty one could never escape, so enthralling, yet so.. devilish.
And I did.
We ruled over each and every element without emotion, for ones' rules forbid a god to reign one-sided. We had to be fair and equal to all lest we suffer consequences of being banished forever. Right before I suceeded fire god Idariun, I was stuck with the overwhelming desire to be a mortal.. a being which feels emotion, love and sorrow. I wanted to experience how it is like to be living.. Existing.. was not enough for me. I wanted none of my power. I wanted spirit.
I was wantonly foolish.
I did what no other god did. One night, where the moon cast its baleful eye over the trees, I entered the sanctuary of Aesira, the god of emotion. I stole the essence of the power..
the curious power that I longed for. As the power seeped into my own, I felt the power of it.. it was new.. and raw. Without a moment of hesitation I shaped myself, contorting my grand draconic features into something less intimidating. A Draik seemed to be the best form to be in.
As I transformed myself from the great being I was to the lowly mortal, I felt the surge of emotion and feelings hitting me like a brick to the wall. The world dissolved into reality from what was a mere illusion, a fragment in which I hoped I have. Along with emotion came the puzzling feeling. Pain.. for the first time was agony. Through my spiritual and divine form I was weak in my mortal form. It drained life from me with every second I lived. It weakened me.
But then I had no desire to return. Being a mortal now, I headed to the city in which I watched over.. and started life there.
Life was a blessing and a curse. It was breathtaking in person, and the rich detail in which I experienced this was exhilirating. Soon after I learned the rules of the society, and how we should pay tribute to the gods themselves for providing us life. The city of Oracle was bursting with life, the cities bustling with merchants.. and the everyday chatter of the market greeted my senses wherever I went.. I made friends with other pets and humans. I experienced everything I could possibly long for in human life other than emotions. I learned of culture, history, jobs and many other things. But then, the encounter with my love Dakriun was even more enchanting. We first met in the market with brief encounters.. simple chatter and comments.. then it turned to prolonged conversation as we got to know each other better. Before long I fell into the bane and blessing of life; love.
She was wonderful in every way, her fathomless blue eyes that seemed to capture the hearts of people, her breathtaking beauty which was unrivaled by any other. Most of all, she was generous, kind and
benevolent, even worthy of a divine status. I cannot explain fully what was so enchanting about her.. she was.. just perfect.
Time and time again love evolved to greater heights. I stayed a mortal, betraying the job I was destined to have. I did not want to govern the elements nor return to the divine world. My body weakened considerably and I became weak and ill more often. The mortal form and the powers which I beheld wearied my body greatly, for my powers have not matured enough to handle both. I was also directly interfering between the two worlds, one of which I was not allowed to be in. But I ignored the fact, for the love gripped and held me tight like a vice. I fell for the mortal like a fish on a hook and we promised happy lives together. It seemed as if all would go well.. and the flames burned hot and fiery; the epitome of love.
And then it came. The punishment I had to endure for my wrong deeds in divinity. I returned to my sanctuary after years of being a mortal, feeling tired and drained. My body could not handle the espect of elemental control along with the burdensome wieght of emotion and feeling. It was sharply unbalanced and I struggled in my draconic form to take even one step. The gods found out, it seemed and the wrath of their punishment was the most painful one I had ever had. Bearing the power of feeling and emotion I felt extreme agony and pain. I was tortured by my powers being sapped out and locked away forever. Every second of that time felt like I had been in the grasp of death; unrelenting.. intolerant.. It was insufferable. I was banished as a fallen prince, an exiled god of flames which could never be reborn again. I was cast away from divinity and trapped in mortality where most of my powers were taken, and replaced by immortality. I could not die.
Immortality.. It was more of a curse than a blessing. My father passed away in short time due to the life curse and there was no one to govern the flames anymore. It bore a life of its own, uncontrollable and harsh. I lived with Dakriun in the City of Oracle from the day I was banished in hopes of a better life. Unfortunately due to the fire god passing away without a proper heir, fire was now free to roam on its own.
And thus the volcano erupted, spewing hot molten magma through the rocky slopes and rolling down to what would inevitably be the demise of the city. Many were not prepared for such a huge eruption for fires were usually controlled.
It was not the case this time. Trees blazed and formed forests of infernoes that cornered the city below the volcano.Molten rocks flared with the radiance of heat as they rained in huge numbers. The ground trembled and shook
as the people ran about in fear. I could not do anything but watch.. as the city burned in the inferno.
It was all because of me.
So I live, the banished and fallen god of the volcano. Forced to live here, a being who can never die. Cursed to stay, a being who defied life. Punishment to serve, for foolish love.
Guilt that reigns, the fallen city. All because of me.
But Dakriun lives on, ever the more omnipresent in my scope of life. My yearning for her burns hot and fiery... like the epitome of love.
Statistics
Name: Rotache
Alias: None
Gender: Male
Species: Dragon
Existed: Since 2128 B.C
Forms: Draconic (Original) and Draik (Check reference sheets)
Build: Lean, tall and exceedingly powerful
Scales: Wine red
Claws: Gold
Cautious 
Careless
Calm 
Rash
Confident 
Anxious
Independent 
Dependant
Affectionate 
Reserved
Sociable Quiet
Outgoing Constrained
Helpful Uncooperative
Night
Some find it weird that I, a fire dragon, aligned with the fire element sun, prefers the moon. However alignment has no case here. The dark is peaceful and quiet.. and I alone prefer to be solitary.
Lightmites
These insects are beautiful and look like little embers in a night sky. It's amazing to watch them all in a cluster - like a mini light show. Dakius really enjoys trying to eat them.
Leather Wallets
My owner WY has brought me one of these to play with. I enjoy the leathery feel of it; just like my own scales. Till now, I have kept it safe with me.
Magma
It's my home, so why wouldn't I love it? I am the being of fire after all.
Sleep
It's my only way of biding time and a relaxing way to think about things.
Combat
I have not fought for a long time, but I still possess my old strength. In the past Oracle had an annual tournament. Many came to show off their skills to win the coveted Combat Honour. You could say I swept the tournament but it proved to be quite a challenge..
Rain
It's wet.. and I dislike the feel of it.. so cold..
Snow
I've never seen it before.. but I have heard of some white substance in the northern and southern parts of the world which is very cold..
Visitors..
They disturb my sleep..
I see that you have seen some critters running about the volcano? Well this region is extremely harsh, with hot weather all year round. The petpets here are able to withstand high temperatures. However, these critters differ in personalities, with some being calm and some downright vicious.
Melton
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These creatures posses a body of fire, and are seen skimming the top of magma. They are very friendly and love meeting new neopians that stumble across one of them. Their bodies can withstand over 1000 degrees of heat!
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The Gallion, also found in Meridell lives in this region. They are attention-seekers and hate to be ignored. If you see one, pay some attention to it or it will give you a nasty nip. Generally mild tempered, these creatures live near the rocky face of the volcano.
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The Hydruplit is a fierce creature and is highly suspicious of almost everything. However, as fierce as they are, they prefer to intimidate their opponents by hissing or rearing up on their hind legs, and generally avoid battles if at all possible.
Fire Airax
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These Airax are suited to the volcanic regions, hence their color being Fire. They fly around the tops of volcanoes to roost or feed their young. Don't get too close to their eggs or they will peck you with their sharp beaks.
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The Vaeolus are lovers of heat and flame and can be seen frolicking in harsh conditions such as this. They have keen eyesight and are very intelligent and playful creatures.
Fire Kazeriu
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Rare in the volcanic regions, these creatures only appear to help weak or lost visitors. Few have ever seen them, but they are wise and intelligent dragons. If you catch a glimpse of it, it would hurriedly flee due to its shyness.
Dakius the Fire Hydruplit
Named after Dakiun, this Hydruplit wandered too far into the depths of the volcano.. and met me slumbering in one of the temple's ancient rooms.
He keeps me company and is far more gentle than any Hydruplits I have seen around the volcano. However, he is highly protective and hisses whenever someone gets too close.
Having three heads, Dakius has been a wise, friendly and fun creature to be around. Each of the three heads represent a different personality and get along well together. Dakius has been a good friend; quick-witted, cunning and bright. He enjoys behaving like a snake and likes to sneak up on me whenever I'm sleeping, and perches on his favorite rock in his naptime.
Oracis the Lightmite
This insect is always hanging around Dakius.. so I decided to have it as a petpetpet. They are beautiful insects that glow in the gloomy darkness of this temple. It somehow gives me a sense of warmth inside.. just like my city that I used to live in.. the City of Oracle.
Dakius also seems to like this little critter, and plays with it whenever I'm asleep. He has tried to eat Oracis before, but always fails since the Lightmite is too fast for him.
Skip
Skip is a lonely Ruki, who prefers to immerse herself with books to relieve her of boredom. I do not know much about her past time or life, for the rarely speaks or flees whenever she sees me. However I sense much guilt in her and wish that she would share it with me.. for I have felt the same in my life. She does not visit me often, and I have to journey long distances to find her in a secluded spot. I do feel that her guilt is related to the fact that she upset her owner.
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Vreyai
Vreyai lives in the northern mountains of Altador. She is a species of Accipidrae Eyries, a breed of hawken Eyrie. Vreyai is optimistic and cheerful, always energetic and bouncing around happily. However, though a noble race of Eyries, Vreyai has a fear of flight and refuses to fly, causing hatred in her society for such a kind of Eyrie. I envy her for her optimism in these circumstances.
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Serpant/ Xcree
Serpant is a lively fellow and visits me in my lonely cavern very often. She is a great friend to be around and we immerse ourselves in many conversations. A species of ancient feathered raptors, Serpant is proud of her fine mottled quills that run down her back. We share the same likes and dislikes and I would consider her to be my best friend.
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Feeshy
I ran into this bird while away from my lonely sanctuary while flying through this 'Pound Chat' place. She's a strange creature, much like an Airax, but with a shorter beak and differently colored feathers. This little bird really loves to be referred to as Feeshy. She brought me into her home and soon after many conversations, we became friends. Sometimes, whenever I'm lonely, she hops into my home and keeps me company.
I don't get why Feeshy enjoys wearing those frills. She claims that she loves frilly things, but I do think she is in love with another manga now..
Ah, so you are wondering who and what are the celestial beings? They are mythical creatures indeed, much more divine than you think.
We exist in many different forms, not just dragons, but unicorns as well as gryphons. It is best to ensure that what we are living as represents the location in which we control the element, henceforth the many variations of divinity you see today - aged deer of the forest; hawks of the wind. We all possess a dragon form and me, being a being of fire, I carry down both the prominent traits of the phoenix and the dragon.
The markings beneath our eyes differ greatly, making us ever the more unique. It also indicates our rank and status - for example, the space deity would have much more intricate markings at the eye compared to my single striped milange.
Many have theorized this, and yes, the markings on my tail are yet again the marks of divinity. It is just a marking, however. It has no purpose in combat whatsoever. Almost every god you see has these bands around their tail or legs, with the exception of those able to change forms to a great extent.
Most deities live forever, but some lead lives just like an emperor. Some of the elemental deities possess this system of succeeding one another when the current monarch passes away. When one succeeds, their milange will change from a single stripe to one of a greater complexity.
None!
... I've heard of shiny metallic things called trophies that exist in Neopia. I wonder how they look like... Maybe I'll enter in the beauty contest..?
Drag-n-drop in address bar to see this image.
Also known as a toybox. However I prefer to call them treasures or artifacts since they are my possessions.
(There's actually more than that. I just don't want to spoil some images C:)
The art gallery of Rotache!
Sketches:
Drag and drop into address bar for an astonishing full view!
Here are some poems and short stories complied by Feeshy. I have to say.. they are quite.. flattering.
When the world was created,
Born by curse, the son of fire
Watching over the city of man
Tired and drained, he returned
Stripped of powers and exiled to man
The sacrifice shall be his meaning
In shame and in regret
Godly beings emerged
Through the Earth they migrated
Govern the elements they diverged
Bored to succeed his fate
Power of emotion he desires
Lashed with fury, anger and hate
Till then he decided
He shall do what no god can
Thus in the volcanic city he resided
Love he desires, yet sought naught
Punishment he deserves
Bearer of consequence he was wrought
Rotache, his name, the fallen one
No longer was he proud and grand
For his duties were perished and done
He the love-begotten wyrm
Shocking truths of man revealing
Dark secrets of acceptance he yearns
He, deity of fire ever after
Lies secretly in neglect
For his days shall never herald laughter
Born the exiled king
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Emotion, for Dak
I've been watching for many years
I was blind to all but you I see
A smile to easily inspire yet amuse
I was deaf to all but to you I knew
I couldn't do anything but soon I felt
I've known you for far too long
Never will I dream of what to love
Hoping to encounter what I feared
It was so long, I could not wait
Yet unaware of my doomed fate
I watched the way you looked at me
It was the first feeling that I ever known
The encompassing beauty that you've shown
It led me to do what I could never use
My eyes lit with a glint of strange fire
Love led my way as a dark desire
I've been filled with a song of you
Up across like the albatross
Yet did not know my impending loss
The horrid feeling that made me melt
The punishment that came, so intricate and fine
The burning scent of death and beauty so divine
From that fateful day you came along
Yet I should never have learned
That feeling of love I have yearned
For your voice still haunts me, heaven and above
But I wonder how my time shall be spent
The foolishness that started my descent
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Move on
I've seen much sadness and sorrow
I am, wyrm of fire
But yet, I would sing
With patience the world would listen
When the night had fallen
But with a single tear I decided
For whoever you may be,
The very thought chilled to marrow
The memories hold my heart
So bitter, yet sweet like cry of lark
Majestic, profound and oh so grand
Yet filled with much pensive desire
The very thought brought me to land
Of all the beauty I had seen
Emotions the bearing of the hymn
Sung to nature grasslands so serene
The story of my life
Tears alone would glisten
Fighting from great adversity to strife.
I rested within, curled by my wing
Tormented and wrecked within
With all the memories that came to ring
Not to grieve for what life means
All sense of fear and grief resided
The road ahead started to gleam
Through skies so vast and blue
Keep to your heart
May all memories you reach ring true
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R.o.t.a.c.h.e
Rearing mountains soared,
Oer the hills and neopia wide,
Tearing the land a dragon roared
Along the volcano the serpent glides
Creating pressure the rock face gnawed
High above the dragon flies
Enumerating fear to those who see its eyes
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Rotache thought it the most interesting place in the universe, this place where he awaited
the arrival of princess Dakriun. By most standards, it was a gigantic space, the core of
an elaborate series of towers lining the citadel. Radiating marble walls of immense height and
width ran like spokes from the hub where he waited. His seat had been positioned at the
center of the hub decorated with intricate patterns and designs, where the domed ceiling
rests high above him.
He found these dimensions reassuring despite his worries.
Staring through the window into the southwest, he spotted, through the darkening horizon the dying chatter of the marketplace as the many inhabitants packed up to leave. Strange, it would seem, that none of them would even be there in the coming of the years to come.
It's all my fault, He thought to himself, I am the one who has caused the downfall of this
thriving empire. Had I not been so foolish, this civilisation would have lived.
And now, of course, there was the matter of Dakriun.
It was evening in the chamber, and the setting sun bathed the room in tones of low orange. The light did not penentrate far into the spokes, but Rotache's memories told him the exact position of everything there; the water, the sculptures of Coltzan, the dust of the ancestral lineage and the generations of those who have lived in Oracle - those who have led such wonderful lives. He then looked toward the setting sun, trying to subdue the fretfulness that was slowly overcoming him. The sun floated low over the horizon, faded a dim orange by a recent storm. Rain crouched low towards the southern parts of the large city. In a prolonged silence, Rotache had watched the rain there for a time which had stretched out to no beginning or end. The clouds had grown out of a hard grey sky, the rain walking in visible lines. He had felt himself clothed in memories that came unbidden. The mood was hard to shake off, and without even thinking he had sung the songs of ancient Oracle to himself.
Rotache? Dakriun's voice came from close behind him. He turned, resting his amber eyes onto Dakriun's, deep blue and calm. Dakriun wore a golden gown which he had not seen before. It had been piped with silver and jade at the neck and the cuffs of its long sleeves. The hem, almost dragging on the ground, had heavy green braids to outline the deep red crenalations. She tentatively took a step, but Rotache recoiled, shaking his head.
What's wrong? She questioned. It was not of Rotache to back away whenever she approached him.
Nonetheless, She stood silent, attentively waiting for his reply.
Rotache broke his gaze, turning away from Dakriun. Eyeing the southern window he drank in the fine architecture of the city's buildings. His frequent pauses were always accompanied with low interest. Slowly, he asked,
The hawk nurses her children on a nearby tree, but what would she do with the wind?
Dakriun hesitated for a moment. Fly, my dear?
No, she would keep to her children, as I to you, Dak. Rotache studied Dakriun's downcast features.
Dakriun peered at Rotache's face. I don't understand.
I will keep my promises to you, as always. Rotache turned once more to look at the southwestern horizon.
The wind piled up the clouds in masses and the sun recoiled further down the horizon. He couldn't imagine it would all come to an end. He thought he could hear the merry chirping of the Airax, but only the resonant quiet filled the aerie, a quiet with only the faintest hiss of wind behind it.
You are troubled, Dakriun said from behind Rotache. Please, share your feelings with me. The compassion in her voice wrenched at Rotache.
The bright shadows of my past, He sighed, Never leave me in peace. I listened for a soothing sound, a bell chime in nightfall, and it told me I was the only sound and soul in this place.
As he spoke, darkness enclosed the tower. The only remnant of light was that from the last rays of the sun. Rotache kept his attention directed outward as a thin melon-slice of the moon crept through the clouds.
Rotache, please tell me. Why have you arranged to meet me here? Dakriun asked.
Like the hawk, I wanted to keep to my children; a promise. However, I deny your request to pronounce me the king of Oracle.
An eerie silence filled the room. Rotache narrowed his eyes, for what he had said pained him very much. Through the corner of his eyes he could see a faint trickle of silver run down Dakriun's face, and felt a similar sensation wash over him. Anguish, and guilt. A spot of dampness appeared before him. It was the first time he had shed a tear.
Why... not? Dakriun asked. It was obvious the very thought had shaken her, for her voice quaked unlike her usual self. She felt a cold chill run through her body, and her pulse quickened considerably.
Rotache remained silent. A faint hiss of wind went through the room, and time dragged on for eternity.
Dak? Rotache spoke in a soft persuasive tone. I know that you are hurt, but pleace accept that I rejected because I had no choice.
Rotache! Why didn't you..
I know that, Dakriun. Still in that soft tone, he continued. Life is a confusing thing, as with existence itself. A draik as a king of a human city..?
You are still keeping something from me. Dakriun cut in. Please, tell me what that is.
Rotache swallowed. He found the thought highly disturbing to think about.
Dakriun, leave the city.
Dakriun's eyes widened in shock. She could not fathom what Rotache was implying. His bluntness made it impossible to discern the meaning of his own words.
W-why?
The answer came, highly delayed by a matter of seconds. The city is in peril, Dak.
Explain.
Rotache hesitated, his eyes finally turning to rest on Dakriun. Fiery golden eyes blazing with emotion burned into the sea of fathomless blue. Rotache sighed and approached Dakriun. Then, slowly, he began to explain.
Creation shows no mercy. That, and the elements who also reign in balance. When a line of gods die, the element is no longer brought into control. It shows no mercy, and it shall burn through the city. I cannot stop it.
Are you saying you are...?
I am.. and I have fallen.
It came as a shock to Dakriun, a blow that struck her heavily through words itself. She watched Rotache with a measuring stare, his features becoming increasingly alien to her. He seemed to sense this, and abruptly turned away to face the window again. Rotache appeared both hurt and resigned, even one who knew him as such could be very sure.
Dak.. you reassure me with your presence. But time is short. For the first time in centuries, I am lonely whenever you are not present. I have no other proof of my emotion other than my tears.
It was then she noticed the tiny droplets lining the floor beneath his feet. She fell silent, touched by Rotache's evocation of loneliness. Surely, Dakriun could understand the absence of the intimate sharing in love. His restlessness betrayed as much as he felt. For the first time in a long while, Dakriun finally understood why Rotache kept vanishing from the city every few months.
It all happens so soon.. Rotache thought. It now made him deeply aware of how much he cared for Dakriun. Watching Rotache, Dakriun felt the flow of an observational awareness, a thought process which occurred so frequently but with such vivid amplication when it did occur, that she did not stir lest she cause a ripple in it. She watched as Rotache silently wrestled with his thoughts, so utterly transparent, and felt a sense of compassion so strong she wanted to hug him again.
Infinity and reign belongs to you, Rotache, but I do not waver nor stray from the fact that I have always liked you.
A trembling quake filled the land with a crescendo of noise. A monstrous shuddering roar shook the tower, louder and louder. Both of them turned towards the sound, and Rotache cringed as a plume of dark cloud rose from the volcano, accompanied by the unmistakable glow of magma. Rotache watched from the window, his acute eyesight identifying the frantic scurrying of people, new to this disaster, as dark figures blotted the streets in a gathering mass.
There is little time. Escape, with me? Rotache flexed his wings, ready for flight. I should have known this sooner.. but it seemed that I was ignorant. The city cannot be saved.
No.. Rotache.
Why?
The tower shook and started to crumble. Intricately carved statues and marble columns began to fall like mere toys. The walls slowly caved in as the lower regions of the tower was burned away by the magma. Rotache looked at Dakriun, clearly noting for the last time that he would see her. Knowing Dakriun, he knew she would never go back on her word.
Our fates are joined, but the fate of my city also rests on me. I am not in fear of this eruption. She reached out to touch Rotache's hand. A chill ran down his spine as the Draik looked back at her with tearful eyes.
Are you sure?
I refuse to regret what cannot be. She whispered.
... Be strong Dak, for your soul is mine too.
You will always be with me, right?
Yes. We are linked to both alike. That is, to say, we both like cheese crackers.
Dakriun chuckled and gave Rotache a smile. It calmed him and time seemed to stretch even though the tower was collapsing.
In the time of the stomach, friendships of the stomach are to be nurtured and cultivated. As I would be with you, Dak. Let us be on our way. He grinned at Dakriun. Do I not play my future queen with a certain style?
Dakriun came closer to him, her eyes level with his. Her response was for him and him alone.
I have captured another of your secrets She jokingly implied.
Rotache reluctantly pulled away and stretched his wings. Slowly he reverted back to his original form, the draconic features slowly contorting to reveal his true self. Only then did Dakriun spot the true grandoise of the fire god. A shudder racked the tower once more as Rotache craned his head to look at Dakriun, for the last time in his life. It was a moment before he spoke, and as he did, the wind twirled and danced around him as he started to take flight. The voice she heard echoed in her mind, clearer than the rumbling quake itself. She watched as the dragon flew out into the horizon, a dark figure that drifted further away into the night sky.
It was faint, yet echoing.
Between the superhuman and the inhuman, I have had little space to encounter the joy of human emotions. I thank you, my gentle Dak, for this space.
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A blade of chill rushed over him each time his wings beat with articulated movement; the quills of each golden-red ventral feathers stretching out to rustle noisily with its never-ending battle with wind. The night felt eerie and unwelcoming. There was no artificial light cast off by the torches of each building.. only in the distance the glow of the magma glared.. It was his natural element, his power. Yet he could not control it. How embarrassing..
He tried not to conceal his grief, but the emotions ran over him like a wave which did not cease. It was foolish of me
to do so. I have caused the downfall of my great city, lost my love. I live now as outcast, stripped of
powers, stripped of the meaning of love and life.. He shook his head and stared into the
darkened horizon. No.. I shall not spend my time crying for spilled lava..
In the distance a mountain-like shape of a figure formed, enlarging in size with each rhythmic beat of his wing.
The dark volcanic cloud floated over the volcano itself, dark and menacing. It loomed quiescent in the distance, seemingly pleased by the lightened load of lava in itself. Rotache flew towards it, landing on the crest of the vertical rock, craning his head back to stare at the incinerated remains of the city. A new layer of rock ran over the land that was once proud and aglow with the incadescent vitality of life. The land was empty and bore no sign of life, except for a large bird that flew high overhead. Its splayed wings and body structure told him it was the hawk.
A lone hawk, in the middle of the land.
Like him.. just like him. He stared up at the moon-lit
feathers of the bird as it moved away, farther into the night. A trickle of water ran down his wine-red
scales and amber milange, through the ebony jaw marking below and finally rested as a blotched stain on the rock.
There is no time for tears and grief. I must see.. Idariun must live..
Rotache hoped with his being, hoped with the remnant of his dying spirit that it was true. No matter how harsh his father may have been, Idariun was still yet a parent. Idariun was still the god that had raised him since young. He moved into the secret chamber of Idariun, running through the tunnel spokes with speed and impatience, his mind frothing with much emotion and thought, his very pulse quickening to a great extent as he entered the chamber of fire god Idariun.
Idariun lay unmoving and limp in the confinement of the cave, his milange radiating in a weak vibe. The golden marks no longer trailed through the rest of his serpent-like body, and was only weakly present on his face. His magma hide lay discarded on the ground, radiating with the soft glow of lava which cast mottled shadows and carved vicious blades of river in the wrinked volcanic rock. Idariun's agony moved himself as he peered upwards at Rotache with fiery orange eyes which only say everything in sheets of flames which shapes colaesced of their own accord. His body exuding faint golden rays, Idariun merely looked at Rotache. He knew who this dragon was, despite his weary eyesight and fatigue which weakened him considerably.
Idariun, you live? Rotache stopped a claw-length away from his father, peering at him uneasily.
Life is ebbing away, Rotache. It is not much longer before my amber dies out and I am no more. Idariun whispered and slowly shut his eyes. I'm finished.
Ask Enomina for immortality, Idariun?
Idariun's eyes slowly opened, revealing the pupils of dilated orange. Unbalanced.. He muttered. Look at what you've done! How callous he sounded, an echo of his angry youth.
Rotache drew back and whirled away. Obviously he was ticked by this comment.
You don't know what it is to love. He snapped. What have you ever given and lost? He tossed his head back in impatience. What I've given.. What I've lost!
Then tell me, Rotache. You were the most important being in my life. What have I lost from your exile? His head sagged back and lay heavily on the rock.
There was not a reply for a while; two dragons facing each other in a reign of silence.
.. I am sorry, Idariun.
Idariun sighed. It was like trying to move hardened volcanic rock. Rotache's belief if emotion still stood firm, a marvelous play he found annoying and disgraceful. How near the edge he walked, how much he had lost.. Yet he still believed in it!
Rotache, why do you insist on taking pieces out of the continuum? Idariun asked. When you see a spectrum, do you desire one color above the others?
I do not understand..
He never forgives. Idariun felt the ghosts of his past creep into his memory.. who stayed fresh and crisp in his old age. He had now become not more than a dying dragon, weak and frail, and all of his experiences stayed as a tribute to his mistakes in the past. And yet Rotache refused to admit his actions were in the wrong! How bold of him! He opposed everything I said.
But yes.. as I do.
He fell freely into the ecstasy of awareness, the universe opening for him like clear glass, everything flowing in a slow vibe of time. The flames clouded his vision in a scimitar arc that never ceased and he knew that his body was slowly vanishing into thin air. Idariun could not imagine what Rotache saw. His magma skin was gone now, he knew. He might have looked like something made out of glass, so utterly transparent. As for the rest he only saw a faint blob of red from a universe furrowed by sorrow. The word came unbidden to his mind, and he spoke it aloud, amplified by the cavern and much louder than he expected.
Traitor! He wrung his travesties which had once been claws into the air. Gods above, what I've done! His voice came in wheezing gasps now as Idariun's head sagged forward even more.
You, Rotache! You are god-embodied! You walk around with the power of the element fire, yet you refuse to govern, touch, feel or believe in it!
He heard Rotache mumbling.. the red blob in his vision shrunk in size.
I have one question.. Rotache spoke softly.
State it. Idariun gasped.
Why did you let it erupt? Rotache moaned. You knew I couldn't stop it!
Idariun waited for his strength to respond. He spoke softly and painfully, and his voice was faint, .. I am too weak to stop it, Rotache. Idariun wheezed. I am sorry I could not protect your love.
There was a long silence matched with the outer silence. Flames covered Idariun's vision. The agony was fading, but he could still sense odours and hear sounds with terrible acuity. Odd kinesthetic sensations began to weave its way through his body.
I understand.. I'm.. Rotache struggled to find his own words. ..I'm sorry.
Idariun spoke in a hushed whisper. The descendants.. all of them. I walk silently amongst all of them and no one sees me, but now I am the last being of fire..
Idariun!
Rotache stared down at the hulk of hardened magma skin which had once been Idariun, being of fire.. and something else. It was sloughing away in wisps of white and golden smoke where the scent of lava were the strongest. Only mere traces of his life remained.. for imprinted on the rock were signs of a hooked talon, the marks carved so deeply into the hardened material it was visible from a metre away.. Here the reign of the last fire being ended.
Leaning against the wall of the magma cavern, Rotache closed his eyes. Immediately fatigue swept over him. Though with apparent freedom from the need of sleep, Rotache felt tired. Older, in fact. The memory of the fallen city was still fresh and vivid; the buildings giving way to the flow of magma, the towers that shook, shuddered, and fell like dominoes. No ambiguous thought could have deterred the fact that Oracle was no more.
,, There were also those who perished in fear, .. those who perished with nobility, those who in their last moments lost faith in the fire beings to protect and watch over them.
There lies the question now. Who is the current fire being when Idariun is no more?
You will be. A melodious voice the sound of chimes filled the room. You still carry with you some of your powers.
Rotache turned around and saw Enomina staring right at him.
The next is an excerpt from Rotache's recount, on the day of exile.
--
After sending word to the Royal guards, Rotache moved in a steady, plodding pace as he descended the circular stairs of the tower. He had found it best to spread word to Dakriun that he would be embarking on a short vacation elsewhere whilst in reality he was to return to the volcanic sanctuary in which he was supposed to reside. He approached the grand tower doors silently, drinking in the grand features of the all too familiar surroundings. Passing the central rotunda of the tower room, Rotache took one last look at his home, then faced the rearing tower doors to enter the outside world.
He did not compose himself for the ordeal that was about to come next.
Muttering an ancient verse known only to gods, he changed his form from the Draik he was to the great fiery dragon,
delighting in the strength reowned in him. Unfortunately days of remaining as a mortal weakened his powers considerably.
Rotache turned his head away from the great image to the city and looked out to the wide opening beside him at the barren land to the
south, where the volcano was located. The colors of distant rocks danced in his awareness - dark grey, brown, gold, a rich amber. He sighed and
stretched out his wings; a marvel of feathers with hues ranging from bright yellow to fiery red. He held his attention to the volcano, and flew, the
wind caressing his nostrils.
--
It was cool in the volcano, always cool, the illumination yet so vividly rich. Tunnel spokes were dark holes sloping upwards and downwards in a gentle gradient crafted by the Fire Hydruplits who thrive in the volcanic region. It was there in the crypt of the volcanic place where the gods pronounce it as their sanctuary. As Rotache contemplated the upcoming meeting with his father, he wondered if his usual reasons of keeping watch over the city would work - considering the fact that he had been missing for so long. A sense of nervousness began to grow in him, an emotion which he found amusing, one that he enjoyed. There was a reservoir of hope that his father would come to acknowledge the fact of his actions if he would be found out.
I am Rotache, born the noble son of Fire god Idariun. Age? I am fairly young, the age of which to finally succeed my ageing father whose life ebbed away in slow vibes each time I visit him. All life rests on my hands the day he falls, the duty of which I heavily carry with disdain. Yet with my mysterious disappearances many elemental gods have grown suspicious of me, that my activities are aligned closely with man itself. The rules of Enomina the creator demands it. What are the rules, you ask? It revolves around the survival of humankind, nothing more of less. We who embody the prescience of life itself, we who know the pitfalls of human future, this has always been our responsibility. A daunting task, perhaps. But a boring one at it..
Survival.
How do you feel about it? Your petty joys, woes and concerns, even your agonies and raptures - they seldom concern us. We see only the path of life you possess. We can peer now and again into the foggy veils of human nature, so delightfully intruiging. And yes, I wanted the power of emotion. I stole it, from the being of emotion. But how those gods, so foolhardy, deny the very presence of sympathy!. It will be in my power; I shall convince them for this mystical power. It is my power, I would say, my gift.
--
You have returned.
.. Idariun.
Rotache kept his attention on Idariun as he approached, wary of any arousing suspicion in his eyes. The ancient dragon laid on a nearby rock, his face disconcerting; a lean, broad head with fiery eyes of molten orange whom the weak would consider an intrusion to their thoughts. His scales were hardened with age, lurking on top of the hardened shell of magma which Rotache knew could be activated as a defensive weapon should he be involved in combat. Rotache stopped six paces away from Idarius, trying to conceal the frothing thought of guilt. He knew of god Idariun, who was known as an emotionless juggernaut who cannot hesitate to obliterate and find fault in those who did wrong.
Idariun, unfortunately, knew of his frequent departures all too well.
Where have you been, child?
Watching over the people, as always. Rotache's voice was full of boredom.
You think I don't know this! Idariun's voice rose considerably, a frequent sign of his authority.
Rotache kept silent and looked away from him. He understood Idariun - the more he kept vague and unknowing, the more Idariun's lectures would subside. Relunctantly, he eyed his father, the golden gaze interlocking in a fiery battle with orange. Focusing on the shifting magma and rocks so apparent in the cavern, he could only hope for his father to stop.
I know your dangerous tolerance with humans! Such inane visits are frowned upon by our society! Do not think, that I have watched you in those months you were missing, that girl you have been with.
Rotache recoiled from this accusation. It had struck a nerve in his body, and his anger took over at once, a newly resolved assassin which gained ascendancy. He kept his face immobile, yet spoke with forcefulness. Idariun's purpose was clear - to eliminate and condemn him to the rest of the society. His only hope is to defend and seek sympathy from the gods.
It is foolish not to feel, Idariun! Centuries we have reigned with silence and harshness. Do you not feel the foolishness of that?!
We are beings not destined to feel. Emotions corrupt our mind.
As do the aspect of power. I do not see that it does not corrupts us.
Obvious! A complete undermine to our authority. We do not rule with favorism!
It is simpleton to just rule like that.
.. I am disappointed in you, child.
Idariun drew his mouth in a tight line. Rotache felt troubled by this, for he had a strong sense of pride in him, an arrogance carried down by the ancestors themselves. This dragon knew intellectually what he had done and belieeved to condemn the aspect of his wrongdoings. He was unable to escape this argument now, and was doomed to continue.
( But whatever else he might say, I still stay to my beliefs. )
You chose the human territory to be your home. Idariun continued his open accusations.
Rotache decided that a shout was required. He was getting nowhere with this conversation alone. He let it be a loud one. I had no choice!
Idariun recoiled a full step.. but Rotache's remark was not slipping by without a counter.
Rotache!
The voice of Idariun could always be counted upon to intimidate Rotache, for he, a dragon borne with the age of time had mastered the flow of fire. It empowered him as greatly as a thousand volcanoes in eruption. It was predictable that the young one would waver to this one voice. Jets of flame erupted from Rotache's nostrils as the young dragon narrowed his eyes greatly. He poised, ready to inflict damage should Idariun continue to patronize him.
That was enough. Idariun charged towards Rotache in a burst of speed. Rotache had not suspected it would end this way, had not even thought it would happen, for he had never been involved in a fight with his father. For Idariun, it was simple. There were two requirements - threat, as well as the belief of compliance by force. Rotache's claws were his major concern, for they posessed the power to rip through his magma coating, inflicting enough damage but yet not enough to kill. Idariun struck Rotache with the tips of his horns and Rotache was thrown off balance as he prepared for a swipe to retaliate. The young dragon's golden claws ripped through Idariun's magma armor in the process, which sent a shocking burst of sensations crashing into the elder's awareness. For an instant, Idariun felt only pain, but then he acted out of instinct and his reflexes ignited a burst of flame that shot from his mouth. Rotache was thrown into the air by the force of the blast and landed heavily onto the fiery magma which coursed through the cavern.
Rotache felt himself being thrown like a bullet in the air and as he soared in a large arc, the scimitar of the lava lake shimmered in the corner of his vision. The plunge was vicious for Idariun's flame was exceedingly hot despite his innate heat resistance. He hit the lava head-first, sending the hot liquid into a dancing mass of spray all around. Idariun watched, emotionless and docile.
Rotache did not give up without a proper fight. He rose from the magma with a deafening roar, his wings and feathers glistening with the radiance of heat as he raced through the air towards Idariun. A burst of flame shot forth from his mouth as he approached with blinding speed and reached forth with his claws..
Now, you will learn!
A bursting flash of shock buffeted Rotache in agony. Vicious claws tugged at him with unrelenting rage. He felt the gnashing of teeth as he struggled to broach from the grasp of pain, his body flexing in a paroxysm of involuntary writhing in the vice-like grasp of claws. Rotache marveled at the fact that he could withstand it. Instinct drove him as he grasped a rock nearby to escape Idariun's wrath, felt his clutching finger release its grasp as he let out a low moan and fell silent..
Darkness.
Flash. Light.
He lay on the rocky floor of Idariun's chamber. The pain had left him, leaving only the trace of unpleasant numbness that coursed through his body. His awareness told him that apart from Idariun, there was a new presence in the room itself. It seemed.. different. Old, but yet truly divine. Obviously not one of the other elementals. Rotache tried to move, and found himself free of the constricting grasp earlier. Pulling himself up, he found that he had no open wounds in particular, only bruises sustained from the fall. It was strange, because he remembered that Idariun had bit him. Through the flames of his blurry vision he could see Idariun, perched once more on his favorite rock with his head sagged forward in a contrived manner. Rotache whirled to face him, but Idariun seemed not to notice. The curiousness came unbidden to his mind.
Who healed me?
Have you learnt your les-
I did.
What!? Who-
Rotache cringed in terror. The voice was unmistakeably one of the ancients. It bellowed in deep vibes around the chamber, sending chills up his spine. Idariun cut short his words, resulting in a quivering lip followed by a contrived sigh, and intrinsic nature whenever he was unceremoniously interrupted. The dragon immediately slid down the rock on which he was resting and bowed to the being who is yet unseen.
E-Enomina, it is an honour to be in your presence.
Rotache did not bow, for he found it bold of this particular being to intrude on private conversations, no matter how daunting the task of peregrination is for it. A strange figure appeared in a burst of golden light, illuminating the chamber in a show of effulgent rays. An avian-like creature of around 16ft tall entered the room, an ebony black body with wings and feet the color of shifting magma, accentuated by a series of patterns. On closer inspection, Enomina carried with her the features of an ancient dragon, while keeping the salient features of an avian. A long head decorated with a golden crest arched forward slowly while the dragon carried on her undeviating stride towards Rotache, pointedly ignoring Idariun's greeting.
Enomina, magma form.
You are Rotache, yes?
Indeed.
Idariun muttered to himself.
You understand the consequences of your actions, yes?
I do, and I am unashamed of what I have done.
Enomina watched him in sullen silence. It was rare.. no; unique, to encounter this one being who had the nerve to admit his true intentions. What a strange being, to appreciate and treasure the aspect of emotions. For since the beginning of birth and creation she had not witnessed such an open act of defiance. It endowed her with curiousity, yet with her a creator of emotions it was understandable. However the fact could not be denied that the rules had to be followed. Rotache would have to be exiled to man. Enomina slowly withdrew her head, not in a gesture of acknowledgement, but in a manner of disbelief.
This defiance shall not be tolerated. We must rule with fairness for all.
Idariun cut in. But what with the cycle of the beings of fire? Who would succeed me?
The issue shall be taken into concern, Idariun.
Enomina turned to face Rotache once more. As for you, Rotache, you will be exiled as an immortal being, for I must show you the pain and sorrow of emotions.
The gem perched on Enomina's crest began to glow, emitting a soft radiance. Rotache made no move to escape, the numbness rooting him to his spot. He watched as the ancient being stared with docile eyes..
The world resolved into one of pain.. and of darkness.
--
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This is a step-by-step guide on how to draw a headshot of Rotache, and may help you in drawing dragons too!
1) Start off with a circle. Make sure you have in mind what the pose would be. In this case it's a boring static pose for simplicity.
2) Draw a curved snout from the circle. In the picture to the left it is done in orange. Notice how the end lines connect to the circle.
3) Draw horns coming out from the head. In this picture it is done in green.
4) Draw the ears as a shape at the back of the head.
5) Draw two lines coming down from the head to form the neck structure of the dragon.
6) Put detail into the drawing. Pretty self explanatory. Otherwise you could copy my drawing to the left for examples of scales. etc
7) After the sketch, it's time to line the drawing! Use a dark pen/pencil to outline the details and eliminate all unnecessary lines using the eraser. You'll have your lineart, nice and clean =)
8) Color it! Have fun with your brand new dragon! Rawr!
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These are some screenshots of Rotache and will be updated in accordance for each modification to him like an outfit change ^-^
This is the end of my application. I'm sure that Rotache's new owner would be a great, honest and skillful person. Everyone is really worthy of Rotache and I wish all applicants good luck because everyone is really kind as well as polite to each other. (I've chatted with them and I'm surprised!)
Through my journey in this application, I have to admit Rotache has become really special to me.. more than a pet as well as a character.. and no matter what I will still finish the comic as well as the story with the dragon's name as Rotache.
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