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He was born a healthy young boy of average household, the mom was a homemaker and the father worked the local theater and they had a couple of boys and a girl before him. He grew up happy and attended school in the church much like the others.
One day he found the joy working the horses, before and after school he’d brush and clean them and give them treats, they loved him and he loved them, he was running there all day and lived a carefree life, sometimes a bit too carefree.
The war got close enough one day. The family had prepared for this long before the first bomb blew up near their home. The mother grabbed the newly born girl and ran for the basement, the other children followed and the father rushed to make it home.
The father was running past their stables and saw it, the son was trying to free the horses from the barn set on fire ‘’No son! Step aside, I’ll let them out!’’ the man yelled.
The boy didn’t listen, the horses were in a total panic and he pushed the board high enough and the doors both busted open, the three horses ran out in a panic, two of them on fire by tail and mane, doors busted open and, unintentionally, the three horses trampled the boys body and kicked his head with their hooves.
The father, of course terrified and scared, made a run to his son wrapping him into his coat and running for the outside basement. He carried him down and deep into the corner of the shelter, holding his lifeless son as the bombs blew up around them.
They came out the next day, the barn and yard burnt down but the house stood mostly unharmed except glass panels broken from the blasts on the stables.
The next morning the army came. They took the father and the brothers, despite them being under 12 years old, and made them join. The mother held the sister and baby girl and made do with what she could. She found out that her son had not died from the horses. He was not moving but he seemed alive.
She placed him on a chair, made him wear diapers made of cloth and hand fed him, moving her hand on her sons throat to make him swallow.
She held hope for a healer, and her son sat there looking out the window with the thin curtains blocking the harshness of the sun.
He sat there as the nature reclaimed the burnt ground, and in time their father and sons came home in bags, to be buried in the ground behind the house, sprouting the flower known as Mourning Stars.
Mourning stars attract butterflies of every color and shape. Some of them seemed to flock to the boys window. Some days, when the window was open, they sat on his fingers and licked his scales of the salt and laid on his arm to rest. They looked like napping little ornaments.
Years went by, the sister older married off and the younger took to an art school in a safer country. The mother saved every piece of gold she could to go to see a healer in a big city, as a last hope to save her son.
But the lack of motion in his body and the lack of movement in total caused the boy to close his eyes for the last time not long before their trip.
She walked in to the room and found the boy completely covered from the collar bones to the toes making him dressed in beautiful butterfly wings and a soft glow.
She felt it before she took his pulse, he was still the live color and all but the entire scene was just so perfectly him. She walked to the bed and took a seat. She placed her face in her hands and sighed before breaking down crying hysterically. This caused the butterflies to fly over and swarm her body.
She felt a tingle in her skin and her back as she sat up and had a strong urge to leave her house. She walked outside and saw her son standing on the grass outside. In shock she exclaimed a happy sound, but why a sound? Not a word? She held her hand to her lips and fell on her side, but it wasn’t her hand was it?
She stood up and realized she was on all four and got a bit worried ‘’Mom, it’s okay, you have to let us go’’ the boy said and pointed to the graves.
She walked up to them and looked closely. It was not just the three graves of her other sons, but also one for each daughter and now her son was gone.
“Denial isn’t a bad thing if it helps you cope” he said and sat next to the graves.
“But you won’t be alone. A part of all of us come through the flowers and the butterflies took it in them. Now they will be one with you, and by that we’ll always be with you. Please be kind to yourself, and help soothe other mourning mothers that are all alone.”
He then walked up to her, hugging her, and he burst into a minty and purple light and merged with her.
“Somewhere in the back of my mind, secretly I know you’re all fine.” she heard as she looked over her shoulder seeing the strongest biggest butterfly wings, a tail with the same theme came with it.
They set off to the sky with the war still raging. With so many out there who would force a recruit to join if they could, the butterfly dragon flew off high and sought out the Mourning Star flowers to help those who need it.
The dragon became known as “Maboroshi no chō.” which in the south japanese means “The Illusionist Butterfly”.
But their friends know her as Mabor, Cho and Roshi at times.
There’s a few legends after their departure, but they keep a low profile to keep safe and sound. Away from man, war, and emotion.
Primary stats are attack speed, movement speed, flight speed, and illusions
Weaker stats are all physical defenses and very weak to offensive elements like fire, electricity, and similar.
Abilities:
Strung Out
- shoots a whip of electricity from her horn at an enemy that makes them weaker to her illusions
Fake Out
- sends clones of herself made of butterfly powder to collide and attack the enemy. Bursts in 1 attack and gives her time to move.
Mourn
- Must hit from behind. This ability fires a a purple ray that causes the enemy to feel a great amount of sadness over a lost loved one. This makes them less useful to their allies.
Kiss of Hell
- darts forth and hugs the enemy placing her lips to their forehead, filling them with happy childhood memories that become warped into horrible nightmarish versions of those memories.
Sea of beauty
- Bursts into a cloud of 1000s of butterflies that then all go their own direction at incredible speed. Thus allowing her to respawn somewhere else.
Ultimate: Rapture
- Shoots all of her energy, using 45% or more of her full gauge, at an enemy causing them to go limp and unable to move. They are then lifted up to the sky, rapture style, to leave them helpless for 1 to 10 seconds depending on their defensive stats.
Art and design by
XenozXlll
Backstory by
ChoaWawa <3
One day he found the joy working the horses, before and after school he’d brush and clean them and give them treats, they loved him and he loved them, he was running there all day and lived a carefree life, sometimes a bit too carefree.
The war got close enough one day. The family had prepared for this long before the first bomb blew up near their home. The mother grabbed the newly born girl and ran for the basement, the other children followed and the father rushed to make it home.
The father was running past their stables and saw it, the son was trying to free the horses from the barn set on fire ‘’No son! Step aside, I’ll let them out!’’ the man yelled.
The boy didn’t listen, the horses were in a total panic and he pushed the board high enough and the doors both busted open, the three horses ran out in a panic, two of them on fire by tail and mane, doors busted open and, unintentionally, the three horses trampled the boys body and kicked his head with their hooves.
The father, of course terrified and scared, made a run to his son wrapping him into his coat and running for the outside basement. He carried him down and deep into the corner of the shelter, holding his lifeless son as the bombs blew up around them.
They came out the next day, the barn and yard burnt down but the house stood mostly unharmed except glass panels broken from the blasts on the stables.
The next morning the army came. They took the father and the brothers, despite them being under 12 years old, and made them join. The mother held the sister and baby girl and made do with what she could. She found out that her son had not died from the horses. He was not moving but he seemed alive.
She placed him on a chair, made him wear diapers made of cloth and hand fed him, moving her hand on her sons throat to make him swallow.
She held hope for a healer, and her son sat there looking out the window with the thin curtains blocking the harshness of the sun.
He sat there as the nature reclaimed the burnt ground, and in time their father and sons came home in bags, to be buried in the ground behind the house, sprouting the flower known as Mourning Stars.
Mourning stars attract butterflies of every color and shape. Some of them seemed to flock to the boys window. Some days, when the window was open, they sat on his fingers and licked his scales of the salt and laid on his arm to rest. They looked like napping little ornaments.
Years went by, the sister older married off and the younger took to an art school in a safer country. The mother saved every piece of gold she could to go to see a healer in a big city, as a last hope to save her son.
But the lack of motion in his body and the lack of movement in total caused the boy to close his eyes for the last time not long before their trip.
She walked in to the room and found the boy completely covered from the collar bones to the toes making him dressed in beautiful butterfly wings and a soft glow.
She felt it before she took his pulse, he was still the live color and all but the entire scene was just so perfectly him. She walked to the bed and took a seat. She placed her face in her hands and sighed before breaking down crying hysterically. This caused the butterflies to fly over and swarm her body.
She felt a tingle in her skin and her back as she sat up and had a strong urge to leave her house. She walked outside and saw her son standing on the grass outside. In shock she exclaimed a happy sound, but why a sound? Not a word? She held her hand to her lips and fell on her side, but it wasn’t her hand was it?
She stood up and realized she was on all four and got a bit worried ‘’Mom, it’s okay, you have to let us go’’ the boy said and pointed to the graves.
She walked up to them and looked closely. It was not just the three graves of her other sons, but also one for each daughter and now her son was gone.
“Denial isn’t a bad thing if it helps you cope” he said and sat next to the graves.
“But you won’t be alone. A part of all of us come through the flowers and the butterflies took it in them. Now they will be one with you, and by that we’ll always be with you. Please be kind to yourself, and help soothe other mourning mothers that are all alone.”
He then walked up to her, hugging her, and he burst into a minty and purple light and merged with her.
“Somewhere in the back of my mind, secretly I know you’re all fine.” she heard as she looked over her shoulder seeing the strongest biggest butterfly wings, a tail with the same theme came with it.
They set off to the sky with the war still raging. With so many out there who would force a recruit to join if they could, the butterfly dragon flew off high and sought out the Mourning Star flowers to help those who need it.
The dragon became known as “Maboroshi no chō.” which in the south japanese means “The Illusionist Butterfly”.
But their friends know her as Mabor, Cho and Roshi at times.
There’s a few legends after their departure, but they keep a low profile to keep safe and sound. Away from man, war, and emotion.
Primary stats are attack speed, movement speed, flight speed, and illusions
Weaker stats are all physical defenses and very weak to offensive elements like fire, electricity, and similar.
Abilities:
Strung Out
- shoots a whip of electricity from her horn at an enemy that makes them weaker to her illusions
Fake Out
- sends clones of herself made of butterfly powder to collide and attack the enemy. Bursts in 1 attack and gives her time to move.
Mourn
- Must hit from behind. This ability fires a a purple ray that causes the enemy to feel a great amount of sadness over a lost loved one. This makes them less useful to their allies.
Kiss of Hell
- darts forth and hugs the enemy placing her lips to their forehead, filling them with happy childhood memories that become warped into horrible nightmarish versions of those memories.
Sea of beauty
- Bursts into a cloud of 1000s of butterflies that then all go their own direction at incredible speed. Thus allowing her to respawn somewhere else.
Ultimate: Rapture
- Shoots all of her energy, using 45% or more of her full gauge, at an enemy causing them to go limp and unable to move. They are then lifted up to the sky, rapture style, to leave them helpless for 1 to 10 seconds depending on their defensive stats.
Art and design by
XenozXlllBackstory by
ChoaWawa <3
Category Artwork (Digital) / All
Species Dragon (Other)
Size 4038 x 2053px
File Size 1.08 MB
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