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From/Hatched at the Abstract Destiny

Name:	Saeva Soloculi
Species/Breed:	Biolumiclops Dragon
Biopool Elements:	Daemon / Danachian / Dracanian
Age:	Adult
Gender:	Female
Sex:	Female
Bond:	n/a
Sponsor:	Kaere
Color/Markings:	Purple
Abilities:	Bioluminescence, Breath Weapon (Water), Intangibility (Minor), Magic Absorption/Manipulation, Telepathy, Teleportation (50' range), Verbal Speech
Height:	6'5" at head
Personality:	In every batch there's bound to be a bad egg—especially a batch with October Bonder as one of the donors—and Saeva is it for this batch. Saeva is just plain grumpy, for one thing, completely unable to be satisfied with anything, and has a charisma score in the negatives. For another, she has a mean streak a mile wide, and enough curiosity to want to see what happens when she acts on it. If Kaere is going to be brusque and pushy, and use her indomitable will to demand obedience, Saeva will do her best to defy her, even if it takes her whole life to figure out how to do so.
History/Stories:	Origin: the Abstract Destiny, Synth 07 ((story takes place during Saeva's childhood)) Saeva glanced up from the pile of plastic shards that she had been producing by tearing small bits off of a plastic container. She had wanted to know what was inside the container, but her small paws were unsuited to removing the round, threaded lid. So she had simply attacked the side of the container with her tiny claws and teeth. When she had ascertained the container's contents -- some sort of scented, glassy sand -- she decided that destroying the rest of the container, bit by bit, was far more interesting than the stinky sand. "Saeva," a familiar voice cracked across the room, causing Saeva's industrious paws to still briefly. "What in the hell are you doing?" Saeva narrowed her single dark eye. She could already feel the faint pressure of Kaere's willpower pressing down onto her brain, trying to force her paws away from the container and safely onto the floor. Saeva tensed her entire small body and darted her head forward, glomping onto the already-ragged side of the container and ripping off a particularly large chunk of plastic. A small rill of scented sand fell from the shredded edge, pattering down onto the dragonet. "Saeva," Kaere tried again, striding across to the hatchling, bearing down harder with her ability, trying to force the dragonet into stillness, if not subservience. The dragonet bumped her head against the container as hard as she could. It tipped over, sending the sparkling sand cascading all over the floor -- and herself. Kaere sighed and took her spectacles off of her long muzzle, rubbing at the spot where they'd sat. "Saeva," she said, "that's kitty litter. You just dumped over a whole tub of Lakota's cat's kitty litter." Saeva glowered. She really didn't care what it was. She stood on all fours and shook herself off vigorously, sending the sandy stuff spraying in all directions. Some of it landed on Kaere's feet and disappeared into Kaere's fur. The anthropomorphic wolf grimaced and stamped her feet, shaking the kitty litter off. "Look, Saeva," she said. "I understand I was a last resort kind of thing, and that you aren't here out of any sort of affection or respect for your father or anything. But we have to get through your childhood together, and it's sort of pointless if either of us kills the other." The synthed hatchling looked away from her caretaker, her body and angler-lure glowing the dimmest possible shade of green. She stared at the mess she'd made: bitten, chewed scraps of plastic scattered amongst a layer of kitty litter. She felt nothing, nothing except a faint species of anger at being interrupted. She ignored Kaere and padded over to one of the long tables that sat in Kaere's lab. Most were bristling with in-progress experiments and Kaere's notes. "Oh no you don't," Kaere said, walking over to the hatchling and bending over to grab her. Saeva immediately went intangible, and Kaere's white-furred hands passed right through the dragonet's ghostly body. Kaere made a small sound of frustration and straightened up. "You'll have to regain tangibility in order to knock anything off of the table," she said with frustrating good sense. This had not occurred to Saeva. Kaere would simply grab her as soon as she stopped being intangible. Saeva could then teleport away, but either way she would not have succeeded at destroying anything on the table. "Why?" Kaere asked wearily, standing and staring down at the eighteen-inch-tall dragon, who was still transparent. Saeva cocked her head at her caretaker, her angler-lure bobbling over her eye, dark as a stone. "Why do you have to destroy things?" Saeva shrugged, and regained solidity. She folded her peacock-spotted purple wings along her serpent-marked purple back and eyed Kaere. (Literally, with just one eye.) "Cripes," Kaere said. She had sensed the dragonet's sour personality as soon as she had approached after the hatching, but she had been confident that her own abilities were the hatchling's match, at least. The wolf's bond-dragon, a large half-Avengaean Fire dragon named Scintilla, had been a forceful, determined hatchling, but nothing like the complete immovable stubbornness of Saeva. And, of course, Kaere's first sponsorling Damas'Sitawi had been cheerful and easy to care for. "Give me a break, Saeva." But the hatchling was no longer standing there listening to her. Kaere whipped her head around, trying to spot the wily little dragonet. She was nowhere in sight -- not even intangible. She must have teleported, Kaere thought. There was a loud crunching sound from the corner of the room. Kaere spun around, nearly slipping on the scattered kitty litter, and spotted the purple hatchling hunched over what appeared to be a small rag pile. But rags didn't bleed, and after a moment Kaere recognized the rags for what they actually were: the corpse of one of the hybrid plant-dragon fetuses that Kaere had been keeping in stasis. "How--why--" Kaere sputtered. Saeva glared at her, her single dark purple eye narrowing above her blood-smeared mouth. "How did you get it out of its stasis chamber?" Kaere whispered, not expecting an answer and not receiving one. But there was no doubt that the hatchling had done it. Perhaps she'd teleported into the chamber and then back out so quickly that she herself had not been affected by its magic? "Why, Saeva? Why kill it?" Saeva only leveled her cold, serious eye at her caretaker, and then turned and walked out of the room, her tail held high. Kaere watched her, standing in the mess of her lab, and wondered if either one of them was going to survive Saeva's childhood.

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