PlopDoodle

👁 THE ANGEL 👁


Apollo had always been one of the Lightweaver's favorite angels. He was stunning, with around a thousand eyes and wings, fluttering and blinking in unison. And a voice that sounded like a million dragons screaming. His God adored him, and he adored her. His life above the blue, ever-changing Sornieth was perfect. What was his job, you may ask? Well, defending the Sunbeam Ruins from The Shade with a flaming sword, of course! And good lord was he good at it. But not too good.

Just good enough, perhaps, to give up in order for him to perform a small task. The Lightweaver was doing something risky now, sending one of her beloved angels to the surface. Even if it was in order to defeat the Plaguebringer at a fierce dominance battle. But what to do about his otherwise perfect outer appearance? The dragons below certainly wouldn't take to a flaming, screaming, million-limbed angel in an ideal manner. Maybe it'd do good to give him the look of a dragon to blend in? Yes, that'd do. Maybe. Well, it was worth a shot.

Apollo was shot down into Sornieth in a burning ball, slowly losing his wings and limbs until only a reasonable amount of both were left. The Lightweaver promised that when he was done defeating the Plague Flight in dominance, that he'd be able to return to her. And so, the now spiral set off on his very important mission.

And, against all odds, it went surprisingly well. He helped his flight to victory, and all was going as according to plan. But on his way back to his deity, he didn't expect to come across the most stunning mortal he'd ever seen. The gentle blues of her fur, the soft, warm vibe that she gave off. He was in love. But love wasn't a part of his mission! Unsure of what to do, he lingered on the edge of the Plague Domain for days, catching glimpses of this dragon every now and then. Finally, however, he decided that his job for the Lightweaver was more important. But her cries for help that he just so happened to hear, well, he couldn't just leave her!

Her slow, sweet way of talking, her stories of straying to see him, they were just too much for the poor angel. He couldn't bear to leave her. Or to tell her of his immortal origins. No, he would stay by her side for as long as he dared. Besides, the Lightweaver didn't exactly say that this wasn't allowed, did she? But as time progressed and Apollo gained the nickname Plopdoodle, his past began to fade from memory. He was born a dragon, he had always been this way. The strange pull he felt towards the Sunbeam Ruins was natural, every dragon missed their home, right?

Yet as time passed, and nest after nest hatched, Plopdoodle's longing grew and grew, and Lagoon noticed the depression that her mate was falling into. She politely suggested a trip to his home, and Plopdoodle's heart soared. He wasn't sure why, but it felt like he was finally doing something right. They travelled for a week, every night that they got closer to the Lightweaver's post, Plopdoodle had strange dreams of a monstrous beast fighting some great black thing. They were such strange dreams, but Plopdoodle payed no attention to them. He was on a journey with his mate, and that was more important than any dreams.

The two arrived at The Beacon of the Radiant Eye at sunrise, the time where the Lightweaver was at her strongest. She sensed her angel returning, after so long, and turned to greet him. But her joy was stomped out by the plain, curious spiral that her perfect angel had become. This wouldn't do at all! She stripped him of his emotion and dragon form, giving him back his true shape. Things were as they should have been for a split second, until Lagoon's shaking, scared body approached what used to be her beloved Plopdoodle.

She called to him, her love transcending whatever her mate looked like. She called to him, voice shaking, to look at her. Apollo turned to the dragoness, eyes blinking, vague black shapes filled with words appearing before him. In his purest form, Apollo had no emotion. He didn't care who this dragon was, or what she was saying. But something inside of him did. Something inside the angel was clawing its way out. Out to apologize and explain to Lagoon. Out to say "I love you" one last time. Then the angel did something it had no idea it even could do. It cried.

Each and every one of his flaming eyes simultaneously began to leak tears, and soon a pool of liquid was filling beneath his thousand limbs. The Lightweaver was astounded. Her angel had found a dragon that was so loving towards him, that it had broken her angel. This single, blue tundra had broken something that couldn't even be cut by leagues of The Shade. She knew what she had to do.

Apollo's body began to crumble, light spilling out of each crack that appeared. Then he burst, like a balloon filled with too much air. Standing in the rubble of the angel's body, was Plopdoodle as he was during his time with Lagoon. He ran to her, and when he reached her he began to wrap around his mate, squeezing tightly as if she might disappear. Cries of apology and love broke the air. The Lightweaver smiled. She may have lost an angel, but she gained a dragon. Plopdoodle was gifted mortality, and a new sense of being.


Art by @Spadefish!