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North-East Quadrant — Draco

Draco is known as the womb, and it is warm with humid air. It is a fairly small room with dark, dim lighting that almost feels like it hides darker colours in shadow, and brings brighter colours to the surface. This room feels too dark and too bright at the same time, with the Black Spire at its center a constant, shifting shape whose facets glimmer at different angles each time one looks. It is constantly changing forms, and the groaning of moving crystal reverberates throughout Draco, its sound rhythmic like that of breathing or a heartbeat, or both. Carved onto the Black Spire is a strange symbol, a forked Y-shape with the left arm ending in a circle, the middle as a half-circle, and the right as pointed fork, like a snake tongue. In pockets along the walls of Draco are hollowed out areas for growing chrysalises to form, and failures remain as broken, hollowed tombs.
LOCATIONS

The Black Spire
At the heart of Draco pulses a living, breathing Spire that is hot to the touch and is an oily black colour, shining with neon green iridescence. Several hollowed spaces sit at its base to house chrysalises made by Architects. Being near the Black Spire adds Corruption points.
The Womb
The back wall of Draco has more pockets in the living stone than the other walls, intended for the fast and healthy creation of many new Mother Valkhounds. Some ancient ones remain, cracked and broken, often with scratches in their faces or arrows sticking out of fissures.
The Climb
A steep, vertical set of ridges and cliffs makes up the west wall of Draco, littered with swept-aside bones and cracked gemstones.
The Aperture
The entrance to Draco which seems to widen and narrow slowly, almost as if the room itself were a living, breathing thing.

TRAVEL
» Tunnel G       » Tunnel T (Waygate is closed.)


a different design IN The Womb
SO WHAT IF SOMETHING
IS GNAWING AT MY SOUL?
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backdated to june 6th so these nasty things can hatch without being sent to war as babies

It seemed like Vargas and Totum were resting.

Good.

She didn't want credit. She didn't want criticism. She didn't want small-talk or to explain herself; she just wanted to take the weight off designing some of these hounds. And, perhaps, it'd be nice to see some Valkhounds that weren't all black and purple. Likely, the Masters would assume they grew on their own, and train them as their own. That's all she wanted.

The Valkhand took a breath and shut her eyes, and began to create.

The first would be small and plush. About a foot long in length. She gave it countershading, long tufted ears, bright eyes and a big, fluffy tail. The hope for this one would be that it could infiltrate forts and villages and the like, be forgotten or kept as something cute and harmless, and cause havoc from within. A colour? Hmm... she'd heard blue was meant to be calming. Blue-grey, with little white paws like a cat. She hid its stone in its heart.

The second, she started with a snake-like body. There were little burrower-type Valkhound left, so this could be one of them. After a beat, she decided on a particular aesthetic: a large, rose-red, bulbeous head that could open to reveal a long frog-like tongue to collect prey into its maw. A green body. Long scales around the head and spiked thorns so that it looked like a large rose if it buried itself and shut its mouth and eyes. It'd make for a good ambush predator, if nothing else.

She moved onto the third. This one would be a messenger, perhaps some kind of tactician... she didn't want it to be the ravenous beasts that usually populated the forge. She gave it a sleek, dog-like body, sharp, pointed wings for swift flight, and a prehensile tail. This one would have neutral colours. It'd be unassuming to the people that saw it. Not the toughest or largest, but clever. Hopefully clever.

Aethril looked over her work with a frown. This would have to do for now. Any more and she'd potentially risk unintentional mutations. She glanced over Draco and, without speaking a word, turned and left her creations to grow alongside all the others.


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