Peat

Dusk. Dying sunlight faded slowly as darkness began to take over the skies. Down on the Earth, a forest loomed menacingly above three Mudmovers. But they rekked on, unfazed. Two had a mission. The Third was blissfully unaware of this mission. The Third thought this was a friendly walk through the forest, to replenish old friendships. But their friendship had died long ago. Now, there was only the mission and its outcome.

As the trio entered the forest, it seemed to come alive around them with all sorts of strange sights and sounds. But they didn't care. They just plodded along the worn path, minds set on the final destination.

"Have we arrived yet?" The Third asked, only to be met with glares from the others.

"No. But you will know when." Said the First with a cold, unfriendly tone.

"You will know." Added the Second.

And that was that. The Third skipped on ahead, while the First and Second watched from the growing shadows.

Finally, they arrived. It was a clearing, where the forest opened up into a small bog, coated in peat moss. The moon was up by now, and the three Mudmovers stopped at the edge of the swamp.

"Is this the place?" The Third asked again, as the First and Second closed in around him. "Is this our destination?"

The First looked at the Second. The Second looked at the First.

"Yes." They both said, their voices melding into one cold syllable.

And the carnage began.

The First tackled the Third, digging their claws into thin scales. The First tore at little Third, their anger filling the night air. The Second joined with equal ferocity. As soon as it had started, it ended. The Third had gone. Their eyes devoid of light, the remaining two shoved their former friend into the bog. And they left, heads held high.

As the Third sank deeper into the abyss, they bumped against something hard and pale. Unknown to the Third, a spark erupted between the two elements, bursting from the water. But, the light fizzled out before anyone noticed its presence. The spark did not slow the Third's decent, however, and they soon rested on a bed of moss, bone, and filth.

Months passed. No change came to the bog, where the mission was completed. Yet under the water, many things happened, unbeknownst to the rest of Elementia. While the Third lay motionless, the moss grew over their barely-alive body. The moss helped them. The moss fed them. The moss kept the Third alive.

Then the pale spark-giver rose, bringing with it most of the bog. The beastly skeleton shook off the moss and filth that coated its bones and took off to fulfill its master's wishes. As it flew, the spark-giver shook off one last bit of filth from its massive skull. When the lump of moss and mud hit the ground, the Third woke.

Rising from a small pool of swamp, the Third opened their eyes to a changed world. War had consumed Elementia. War between the living and the dead. The Third stretched their aching muscles and wings, to find that their wounds had gone. They looked no worse than they had before the mission was completed. The only change, a thick layer of peat moss on the Third's back and tail. The Third went to scrape it off, but the moss refused to move. Like it was rooted into their scales. The Third made no more attempts to remove it, as the process made them feel oddly drained. Once they moved into sunlight, however, they found their energy replenished in minutes. The Third blinked, unsure how this happened. They looked back at the moss.

It glistened innocently in the sun, resting quietly on their back. The Third decided to ignore the question for now. They turned back to the sky, where the sun and clouds floated peacefully. The Third did not know of the carnage. The Third did not know of the pain. The Third did not know of the Titans. But they did know one thing.

They were not the same dragon they were before.

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Old friends of Chardyne, Peat was exiled after his brother, Toad, discovered his secret meetings with the Waterdrops. Called a spy and a traitor, Peat was badly beaten and cast out into the swamp, where he healed for a few years, before moving on

**Roleplay Development**

Peat ran into the others in the depths of the Gemfur forest.

**Appearance**

Stocky, with dark brown and russet scales, green eyes, and a thick layer of peat moss on his back and wings.

**Owner**

ChardynetheDragon

**Personality**

Kind, clumsy, squeamish, strange obsession with birds, tired.

**Relationships**

**Friends**

Chardyne

**Family**

Unknown

**Others**

Currently unknown

**Status + Powers**

Mudmover Titan (Currently Undiscovered)

**Theme Songs + Art**

WIP

**Quotes**

"Soooo, my names Peat, in case you were wonderin'. Peat the Mudmover. What's yer name, girly?"

"O' course I got a brain. If I didn', I wouldn' be alive, now, would I?"

"Wooooaah. That's cool and all, but what's wrong with jus' crushin' their skulls? It's actually pretty easy."

Well, i guess spiders can be a lil' scary sometimes. I mean, I myself have a real bad fear of centipedes. Makes' me shudder jus' thinkin' about em'. So 'sall right if you got a lil' spooked."

**Trivia**

* Originally 22 years old
* Part of the battle between Chardyne and Jay for who would get the Mudmover Titan