He slumbered.
That ancient malevolent creature. Steeped in the ways of wickedness.
Once, he had ruled all of the South beyond the pillar of Fire.
There had been none that could gainsay him. Even tamed, there had been none who could claim to have true mastery over him. Such was his puissant might, that those who desired to gain mastery over him would end up begging for mercy.
There would be none found.
Once, his diet had consisted of plants, small animals, large animals, animals, fields of fire dust, caravans of fire dust harvesters, small sand yachts, large sand ship fleets, small cities...
Once, he had hunted and burned Fire Elementals and crushed those descended from the Fire Dragon.
He had ruled the utter south, and when the golden tyrants and silver monsters sent their armies against him, he decided he liked their meal offering.
Time passed.
And the world changed with the passage of time.
His time had come and gone.
And soon, he found himself harried and pushed further south as the borders of Creation expanded. The armies of those who shone with the brilliance of the sun, moon, and the elements sufficient to... inconvenience him, to force him to move ever south.
He thought not of his eventual ignoramus defeat and capture. To be held captive upon a flying mountain and traded as a bauble.
Such outrage.
Anger filled him, and yet he could do naught beyond vowing revenge.
Naturally, he did so.
Dreadful revenge against the snacks that dared this. The delicious crunchy snacks filled with elemental essence.
Ice cream is nice.
He blinked, and opened his eyes, blinking away sleep. Awareness of where he was came with consciousness.
His mistress was eating ice cream. A delicious snack. Cold and sweet, a pity that such things did not wiggle or beg for mercy as he played with it. Nor did it hold any essence within its delightful form.
There was amusement from her mind, as she idly scratched him on his forehead before she offered him a spoonful of the sweet dessert. As a tribute, of course, nothing more.
There was a lesser version of his mistress who sat across the table. It was a creature like his mistress, down to the transparent visor upon its eyes that she wore at times. Looking about, he could see the relatives of his mistress as they spoke to another being. How odd.
Still, he enjoyed the ice cream and preened at the attention given to him by his mistress, as was rightful,
"
Bar bar barbar baaaar?" That lesser version of his mistress spoke while looking at him.
His mistress smiled radiantly and, one might even claim, benevolently before replying. "His name is Mister Fluffles, and yes you may pet him."
Gingerly and carefully, that imitation of his mistress petted him on his head. Since it was something permitted by his mistress, he didn't retaliate by incinerating it with a gout of his all consuming fire.
At its radiant warmth, the imitation smiled and cooed. "
Bar bar."
"Yes, yes, he is very cute," His mistress agreed with her imitation's statement of how cute he was. Certainly, it was something that she believed, but he felt that it should be majestic and awe-inspiring and not cute.
To his annoyance, she didn't give him more ice cream. Instead, his mistress proved how cruel she was by eating the next spoonful. And yet, given that she was the first being who had managed to master it, with the fortitude of will to overwhelm him, he could not gainsay her cruelty.
"
Bar bar baaar barbar bar bar." Still being petted wasn't a bad thing, even if it was by that imitation. Granted the comment about him being useful certainly rankled.
His mistress giggled in response. "Well, Mister Fluffles is certainly useful and handy. Still, I'll be honest... I don't think you could convince me to join the Wards."
"
Bar? Bar bar?" The puzzlement in the imitation's question was obvious, as it fed him some of its ice cream.
"Hmmmm," a finger touched his mistress' lips as she thought of how to answer the question posed to her by her guest. "I suppose, Vista that it's not just a matter of money, which I'm getting from my current employer."
"Bar?"
"Yes, employer." He recalled the skeletal being at that place where his mistress had liberated him from cruel captivity. "I guess in a way, I'm going to do more good with the team I'm with then the Wards."
"Bar barbar?" The doubt in the replying question seemed almost cruel, and yet... his mistress' simply smiled and shrugged.
"I can't give you the details, but you'll see."
"Bar baar." The imitation nodded in acceptance.
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Goblin Queen | Extinction is just numbers
Worm / Exalted
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Parahuman File # 00110508-01
♦Cape Identity : Navigator
♦Civilian Name : [redacted]
♦Gender : Female
♦Age : 12
♦Costume : Unknown at this time
♦Affiliation : Mercenary / Undersiders
♦Classification : Master 3, Blaster 1
While subject is young enough to join the wards, she has indicated that at current she is uninterested in joining the Wards as she has been recruited by the Undersiders, or more accurately, has been hired by the Undersiders' sponsor. (
see case file # 00080710-08 Grue and case file # 00110206-101 Undersiders)
From inference in her statements to Vista in the recruitment interview, she triggered a few months ago and was recently recruited by members of the Undersiders; Rose Knight and Tattletale. (
see case file # 00110429-06 Rose Knight and case file # 00110206-05 Tattletale)
Navigator has been noted to control a projection or has control of a miniature giant squid (
architeuthis dux) that has the ability to breath gouts of fire and manipulate heat. While potentially dangerous, Navigator is noted to be still young and can only control the singular "Mister Fluffles" and sees the creature more as a pet than a weapon.
Her current rating is based on observed range of her control of "Mister Fluffles", and may be upgraded.