Wrath

The four Mirrors sat around the table, cards tentatively clutched in their claws, their four eyes (each) flicking back and forth across the table. An air of unease was over the group, as their clan’s progenitor, Wrath, had just floated out of the room. They hated to admit it, but he made dragons uncomfortable. He was just a floating mask that inexplicably included a frog apparently attached to the top. The frog never moved, just sat there and croaked while Wrath talked.

One of the dragons leaned forward and broke the silence. “You guys ever hear the story of how Wrath ended up that way? I heard it was because of a Shade-infected Beastclan witch. She cursed him to wear the mask. And the mask made the rest of him invisible.”

The Mirror sitting to his right reached over and lightly bopped him on the back of the head. “No, you’ve got it all wrong. And then where did the frog come from? It was the mask itself what did it. It called to him, forced him to put it on. And the frog is part of the mask! That’s why it never leaves his head.”

The Mirror sitting across the table sighed and put his head in his claws (after, of course, carefully laying down his cards so none of the others could see them). “Then how does the frog croak? I’ve seen it eat, it’s a living frog. I always thought the frog was his familiar, and he keeps the frog calm by wearing that hood over his head. The hood makes him invisible, he just wears the mask so you can see his face. It’s kind of hard to get emotion across when you can’t be seen, yeah?”

The fourth dragon, sitting to the left of the latest one to speak, just put one claw up in a quizzical manner. “Then what about the antlers?”

The rest of the dragons turned and looked at him. The question hadn’t even occurred to them. “What do you mean, “what about the antlers”?” asked the first one who had spoken, across the table from the fourth.

“Well, if the rest of him’s invisible, why can we see the antlers? Maybe the rest of him just isn’t there. Maybe he’s a ghost!” With this pronouncement, the Mirror made an expansive gesture with his claws that conveniently showed his cards (three Aces and two Kings, to be precise) to the rest of the players. “It’d explain why that frog never moves. It died with him, see, and is connected to his spirit!”

“Then why’s the frog eat?” asked the third one.

They continued to discuss this until they turned in for the night, but in the end, no verdict was reached. “Wrath simply is what he is,” they decided, and that was that.
-BlackBeltGI
Long ago, there was a swamp that was home to an ogre named Shrek. Shrek hated the world, so every day he would throw his leftover onions into the murky water. Some may think that the decomposition would be good for the earth. But these were special onions that were created for the sole purpose of destroying the planet. Shrek had created them so that the land he hated would slowly be destroyed.

Now, nobody knew why Shrek was so angry. There were theories, yes. But for the sake of the author’s sanity in this horrifying abomination attempting to pass as lore, we won’t talk about the those. No, we’ll talk about the dragon (if he can be called that) that resulted. Because that’s what we were paid to do.

It is unknown how this “dragon” was formed. Some say it was the chemicals from the onions. Others say the onions themselves gained sentience and formed the “dragon” known as Wrath. All that is known is that he rose up from the swamp one day and absorbed Shrek’s ogreness.

However, Wrath’s body could not handle the sheer ogreness that was Shrek. It corroded him, yet kept him alive. It was excruciating pain until finally, he was but a floating head. Or maybe he had always been a head? Or perhaps it was Shrek’s ogreness that gave him a physical form. Each church that worships him has a different story. Which is true? Only Wrath himself knows.
-Yobby
-Rukirei