Arete

"Always win? I am blind. Not stupid. Do not take me for a fool."


Named after the Greek spirit of virtue, excellence, goodness, and valour.
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Role: takes care of the food stores, Ice representative along with Technicality.

Arête was born completely blind. Agon helps her around the clan, but she's been here long enough to know where everything is, and the dragons in the clan know better than to leave anything lying around. Her other senses have heightened and it is because of this that Nyx asked her to become the clan's Guard of the Hoard. It is a duty that Arête takes very seriously.



Darkness.

It starts out as an urge. A desire that claws at her empty belly, something that is so unlike the rich fullness she has grown accustomed to. A trembling instinct from deep within her tells her “Move.” She resists it at first, resisting the idea of disturbing the enfolding comfort of the close space that surrounds her. It is sturdy, unfaltering. She wants to stay within it for all time.

Instinct.

She has no curiosity, no true motivation to obey the command given to her. Yet the urge is persistent. She feels the tug of something enormous somewhere beyond her body and her safe place. It shifts in a strange way, nothing like the steady, comforting beat of her own heart. She learns something new: randomness. It sparks inside her, making her claws twitch and her faintly toothed maw tingle. Move, it insists.

Urgency.

Finally, she complies. Gathering the strength of soft, barely formed muscles, she stretches her body outward. To her surprise, her safe place cracks, a sound that is like nothing she has known before. She is stunned, feeling with sensitive toes for the split in the side just beside her shoulder. Suddenly, she realizes there is something beyond her fragile safe place. Suddenly she wants to know what it is.

Curiosity.

She pushes, scrabbling with soft claws against the faceted shell that surrounds her. She snaps her tiny jaws, bumping her teeth against it until it relents. It does so slowly, then all at once. And in that moment, she learns something new.

Cold.

It is severe discomfort, nipping against her flanks and her damp fins. It coats her entire body, individual spikes of tingling cold. She gasps at the sudden awfulness of it all. The cold crackles into her small lungs, burrowing its way into her core. No, no, no, she thinks, the comfort seeping away from her body and into the cold wetness below. She wants no part of this. She wishes herself back into her safe place, away from the bitter horror of the outside world. But then.

Heat.

Something enormous picks her up by the looser skin of her neck. She goes limp at its touch, and it sets her down on warmth. Something runs across her barely formed skin, something rough and wet that makes her tingle with warmth. Her heart quickens, circulating heat from somewhere inside her through her body.

Comfort.

Even as the warm roughness moves on, a thought has formed within her mind. She wants this world. It calls out for her, welcoming her from her fragile existence. She opens her ears, hearing the distant thump of something like her heartbeat. She opens her nose and senses that, beyond the cold, there is something quite like herself. She opens her eyes and meets more darkness. The great wide somethingness beyond her safe place calls to her. She can feel it glimmering within her belly. It is darkness, but it is.

Life.

amazing bio by @SkylarK

The need for the Truthy Pile of Metal set is reallllllll

winter wolf cape from @deuliruim!