"DAD! Dad! Dad! Dad! Dad! ....I love you!"

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From/Hatched at the Abstract Destiny

Name:	Filiolus Soloculi
Species/Breed:	Biolumiclops Dragon
Biopool Elements:	Daemon / Danachian / Dracanian
Age:	Adult
Gender:	Male
Sex:	Male
Bond:	Niteo Soloculi (his dad!)
Sponsor:	n/a
Color/Markings:	Grey-Blue
Abilities:	Bioluminescence, Breath Weapon (Water), Chameleon, Intangibility (Minor), Telepathy, Teleportation (50' range), Verbal Speech
Height:	6'2" at head
Personality:	While Niteo might be shy and quiet, preferring to not draw attention to himself and his oddities, his son Filiolus likes drawing attention to himself and his weirdness. Of course, he does tend to go to extremes in proving how weird he is, but it's all in good fun. He's got a big heart, and has no qualms about making an idiot of himself to cheer someone up with a good laugh, though he'd certainly enjoy grossing them out, earning double- and triple-takes for his antics, or making a scene to distract them in some other way as well!
History/Stories:	Origin: the Abstract Destiny, Synth 07 ((story takes place during Filiolus' childhood)) "Daddy," Filiolus called. He knew his dad could hear him, because he could see the older Biolumiclops' ears twitch. "Daddy, Daddy, LOOK!" Niteo Soloculi looked over just in time to see his son about to take a large bite of what appeared to be -- "Fili, no!" Nit yelped, lunging over to his son and batting at the hatchling's paw and what it gripped. It got all over his own paw. Filiolus was giggling, grinning hugely and glowing a light green. "It's okay, Daddy," he said, "it's just mud! Nothing bad!" Nit attempted to glower at his offspring, but ended up smiling instead. It was funny how Filiolus managed to pull some pretty crazy hijinks without really upsetting anyone else involved. None of Fili's little pranks actually harmed anyone, though, so... "Fili, no!" Nit yelped, racing forward again as Filiolus stretched himself out on the ground inside the footprint of a large dragon that had just walked past, as if the dragon had stepped on him and squished him flat. "That one's not funny." "Aww, all right," Filiolus said, climbing out of the pawprint. He was really a tiny scrap of a thing, and Nit glowed a fatherly shade of green as he nuzzled his son. They were in the large open area outside of the Sitheil Tirean caverns, which backed up against a small sandy beach and a rather large lake. All sorts of Schattarneki and other dragons were milling about, enjoying the early spring sunshine. In fact, one of Nit's other offspring, Durus, was playing a modified version of "tag" with the tail of his sponsor's bond-dragon, Tynov. "Hey, excuse me, mister," he heard Fili saying. Nit turned around to see his young son peering earnestly up at a gigantic four-winged Mirus hybrid that Nit knew as B'reniaaw ty Miashaw Alamyr. The Mirus hybrid, who towered over the little dragon at sixteen feet tall, was looking back at the hatchling with equal curiosity. "Hey," Fili continued, "I only have one eye, you know." The larger dragon looked surprised, then chuckled. "I'd noticed," he told the synthling. Fili pondered this. Then he said, "Oh. Okay. Hey, look what I can do!" and promptly turned a bright grayish-white, while simultaneously his angler-lure and bioluminescent-pits glowed a bright green. This did appear to startle the larger dragon, and he blinked a few times before he shook his head, smiling, and walked away. Nit arrived on scene a split second later. "What are you doing?" he whispered to his son. "Now everyone is staring." Nit felt himself glowing a light, embarassed shade of green. "Sorry, Daddy," Fili said, and then he dashed away over the grass towards a small group of Schattarneki younglings. Nit groaned and trailed after his son, lowering his head so no one would stare at his strange, single-eyed face. Meanwhile, Fili had reached the Schattarneki, who were old enough to be growing their wing-arms, which stuck out from their backs rather like plucked chicken wings. Fili was obviously telling them some joke, and when he rolled his huge brown eye at the end of it, the Schattarneki younglings giggled happily, enjoying the punchline. Nit grabbed his son by the scruff of his neck and walked several yards away before depositing him into the grass. "Fili," he said, "I don't want to hurt your feelings, but I have to tell you something." Filiolus leaned contentedly against his father's legs. "Okay, Daddy, I'm listening." Nit immediately felt bad. He didn't want to scold his child, the only one that truly "belonged" to him. He was quite happy that his offspring had scattered to the corners of the known universe with a variety of companions who would not view the one-eyed dragons with suspicion, unease, or hate, but he did miss them terribly. There were two others here, Durus and Saeva, but neither seemed very interested in spending time with their father, except in passing. Only Fili remained truly with him, heart and mind. "Fili," he said, gently, "it's like this. You see all the other dragons here, all the Schattarneki and everything-" "Lots and lots," Fili said happily, nodding. "Yes, lots," Nit said. "And you see that there are only four of us who look different." Filiolus tilted his head to one side. Slowly, his dark-gray-and-blue markings faded back in on his body. "But Daddy," he said, "they all look different from each other! Some have lots of wings, some have lots of colors. They're all different!" Nit gazed at his son, who had just uttered something very wise, something he hadn't actually thought about before. "Well, yes," he said, trying again, "but we're the only ones who have just one eye..." "Oh, that," Fili said. "Isn't it cool? We're so weird." "To tell you the truth, Fili, I don't feel so great about it," Niteo said, divulging his deepest secret to his tiny hatchling son. Fili was silent for a moment. Then he asked "Why, Daddy?" Oh, how to explain something like this to a child, to a hatchling barely a week old? Filiolus already knew a great deal, but practical knowledge and common sense would trickle in slowly all throughout the years of Fili's life. He could tell Fili all the facts, but nothing would really click in the hatchling's head without practical application. Finally he settled for the truth, without too many of his emotional speculations. "Well, Fili," Nit said, settling into the warm grass. He paused, silent for a moment, breathing in the scents of the damp earth beneath its green carpet and the faint breath of perfume from some nearby flowers, unseen but still making their presence known. "I don't remember where I came from." The dragonet took a moment to digest this. "You're not from where I was born?" "Nope." "And you're not from here, not from Sitheil Tirean?" "Nope." Fili scratched his chin with one large hindfoot. "Oh. Okay." "Anyway, I know I came from a place with a lot of other dragons who looked just like us. So no one would have stared or laughed at us-" Fili interrupted his father abruptly. "Daddy..." Nit turned his single eye, which had an iris the color of a ripe lemon, onto his son. "What, Fili?" The dragonet bit his lower lip, apparently choosing now as an inopportune moment to channel his father's shyness for the first time in his short life. "Daddy, haven't you noticed? No one stares at us or laughs at us here." Nit opened his mouth to correct his son, but snapped it shut again just as fast. Could it be true? Could he have come to this world of two-eyed beings so convinced that he would be hated and shunned that he had sensed prejudice and persecution where there had been none? Had the idea that he was a freak been only inside his own head this entire time? Fili had fallen silent, gazing up at his father with simple love. Nit realized it didn't matter how many eyes he had -- one, two, a thousand -- he had been a fool to spend his time in Sitheil Tirean simultaneously pining for an unremembered homeland and also shutting out the honest friendships of the other beings who had never viewed him as anything but one of them. That was going to change right now. "Fili, let's go make some friends," Nit said firmly, standing up and tossing his angler-lure back over his head. "...Fili?" He glanced over his shoulder. His son was standing amongst a group of young dragonets, most of them larger than he was. All of them were crossing their eyes and giggling at the one-eyed hatchling who was poking fun at his own self by pretending to "cross" his eye as well. Nit smiled at the sound of his son's laughter.

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