Poisonary does not remember the times when he was a normal dragon. He was content with life, and he loved to explore more than anything. It was this love of exploration that led to his downfall.

Ari is in constant pain. He loves nothing more than causing others the same amount of pain he goes through. He usually curses people under the guise of punishing them, but it is really for his own gain, whether they truly deserve it or not. If there is nothing to stop his own pain, he will continue to hurt others. When he causes other people pain, it numbs the pain he feels in his own body.

The virus can be seen in the red glowing markings on the left side of his body. It began at his fingertips, and when it began to work its way up, he attempted to sever the connection by cutting off his arm. The virus needs its host's every limb, so it regrows what he has lost. He has attempted death numerous times, but each time the virus brings him back, spreading ever so slightly up his arm. It eventually reached his face and therefore his brain, leaving any traces of the old Ari behind.

His ability to curse covers many creative ways. He can kill others and return them from the dead to live for eternity in a rotting corpse (he can disconnect the soul from the heart and reattach it to the skeleton - as long as the skeleton exists, the soul lives on) as he did with Casaenova (my mutant draik). He can change bodies in painful experiments as he did with Illydir (my blue draik), or he can lock souls in other dimensions as he did with Kesraa (my darigan hissi - who he just forgot about since Kesraa was not in pain). There is a limit to his abilities, but he is creative enough to work around them.

Poisonary may be sadistic, but he is at the end of his wits. He still recognizes the differences of good and bad, but he could care less about them anymore. All he knows is that when he sees others in pain, it lessens his own. He acts on the sole instinct of relieving pain, which is exactly what the virus intends.

While he is not a real puppeteer, he certainly plays with lives as if they are his marionettes, and he controls the strings.

They called it a virus. Even though they knew what it was, they still called it a virus. But it was not anything natural, no natural disease could affect a living creature like this. It was some kind of magic, some kind of curse. How dare they treat it as if it was anything different.

I loved to explore, you see. I loved the thrill and the adventure. I loved the escape and the journey. I loved the knowledge I acquired from successful findings. More than anything, I loved the feeling of stepping into a world so entirely different from my own.

But why was it that the one thing I loved the most turned on me in such a way?

What had I done to deserve what I had received?

What had I done?

Why, why? The searing pain, as if my scales were on fire. I dipped my hand into a fountain I thought would be kind. It was in the ruins of an ancient civilization, a small shrine with sunlight bearing down upon it as though it were made for the Dragon God Seraphi himself.

Perhaps it was, unfit for the impurity of a typical dragon such as myself. Perhaps I was presumptuous for dipping my claws into such a pure place, for corrupting the innocence of a previously untouched spring.


But it was so beautiful. A sacred, untainted place. It took me many, many years to find such a rarity in this corrupt and unforgiving world. I had promised myself that I would not taint it, that I would savor and preserve it.

But I couldn't help myself, just one touch...

It was as if my claws had entered another world entirely. A world that burned through my black scales and destroyed my skin. Infected me. I was infected.

It was some kind of curse, some kind of twisted magic. It had to be. It has to be.

Oh Dragon God Seraphi, end this eternal pain.

I pulled my fingertips back the instant they burned, but it was already to late. I could feel the magic as it seeped through my scales, through my skin, through my veins, through my very bones. Every layer it passed through brought more pain. I remember screaming as it embedded itself within me.

That's what I remember most, the pain. My most vivid memory. Because it never stopped.

Two eyes, I remember. White, as if blind, but clearly staring at me. They belonged to some creature that poured fresh spring water on my arm, soothing it just momentarily, but that moment was enough time to glimpse the creature fully.


A beast. A creature in hume form that still stood almost half my size. Pure white, as if a savior. My savior. Maybe not. It was too confusing to notice at the time. I just clearly remember emotionless eyes. Strangely comforting.

Things often went black as I lay there, unable to move. I couldn't even tell if I was still near the accursed spring anymore. I know that once, when the beast was away, I plunged a nearby rock shard through my own heart. I felt a split second of peace, of numbness before the world disappeared.

And then my eyes opened to the cruel pain once more. This time it seemed as if it had crawled further up my arm, keeping me alive but keeping me in pain.

And then there were other dragons hovering over me. I thought they would save me. I was wrong. I glimpsed the beast hiding behind a tree, emotionless as always but helpless to stop them.

They carried me somewhere dark, somewhere... worse than I had already been. I was strapped down. They did... cruel things to me. Whispering over me, muttering about the effects of this "virus". It isn't a virus. Its a curse. And every time they cut me or they killed me, it would spread. But over and over they tried.


Two creatures playing with their new toy, testing it to see how much abuse it could take before it broke.

I would not have that. I would not die of some foreign curse strapped down to the table of some twisted dragons. Creatures of my own species.

It was then I realized that all creatures were corrupt, all creatures must be punished. I pushed the pain as far back as it would go, nipping at my feet but I ignored it. I tore from my shackles, bleeding and uncaring - I was already in pain.

And I wished with all of my being that they would die.

And they fell to the floor, limp. It was only seconds before their eyes turned to crystal and their bodies to stone. They had to be punished.

The curse covered my left arm, red stains curling back and forth. I picked up the saw on the instruments table, and severed my own arm in a single stroke. Momentary relief. And then more pain, blood dripping as first bone, then muscle, and then skin regrew.

There was nothing I could do.

I remember leaving the hole in the ground and stepping into the sunlight. It was searing against my already burning scales. A beast with emotionless white eyes leaned against a tree, waiting. I walked by him, and I could hear small footsteps as he walked behind me.


And I knew my goal. If I had to live with this much pain, then so would all other creatures who deserved it. Creatures of vanity, of pride, of cowardice. All will fall by my claw.

I will be the puppeteer of this grand stage.

And all are my puppets.

As you can see, Ari's thoughts are extremely disoriented due to the pain he has to endure regularly. The only thing he seems to recall clearly is of course, the pain. His life is pretty miserable :( His story is short, because he has little time, patience, or tolerance to tell it, although he does leave many details out (which of course, would be spoilers ^.~). His sentences are short, as if said in bursts of sanity... or insanity.

Ari stumbled upon a sort of portal. Another dimension, shown through a reflective surface. There are many of these around the world, but few are ever found. His scales on his claw were burned, his skin melted, and within seconds, he was infected with some other-worldly disease brought on by war, too many curses flung back and forth through a burning battlefield.

In all actuality, he is really just scared. He is well aware of the fact that there is nothing anyone can do to cure this curse, to relieve him of his pain. To numb his own pain, he brings hardship to others, preoccupying himself with lives that are not his.

His first experiment with his newly discovered cursing talents? My dearest Kesraa. An extremely vain serpent caring for nothing more than himself. He locks him away in a different dimension from the one he experienced, keeping him on the other side of a particular mirror.

He quickly and very easily forgets that Kesraa is there when he stumbles upon my Casaenova, a creature much like Kesraa in that he is self-centered and vain. He curses Nova with death, and then life as a monster. He offers both of them the same deal - everything will return to normal if they can realize their flaws.

And he forgets about Kesraa, because in another dimension, the serpent it untouchable. Nova never breaks his curse, and he is doomed to spend eternity in a rotting corpse of a body. Poisonary only remembers Kesraa when the serpent finally (after a few hundred years) realizes what he had done wrong. Ari could feel the curse's tie between the two of them break, like a slight amount of pressure being lifted.

Ari is committed to "purging the world", and it will take an insane amount of effort to stop him.

Thank you my beloved Starre!