Tirohia

Art by the incredible chocoapple

"Hello?" who are you come closer "Gladekeeper, are you there?" no come closer "They told me I would find your holy weapon here." im not her weapon im her well "I've been...struggling to find you for some time." its okay me too "I was hoping you might be here, or that maybe this was a piece of you." shes not here but its okay she would not forget about us "Please speak to me." im trying but none of these mouths work they just gurgle "I'm...I'm going to come closer." yes wait no "I believe that this isn't a weapon or a well. I believe this is Your holy hand." no no no stop your going to see them your going to run away "I am seeking a purpose, Mother. I wish to know your will." i am not her will i am her well ha ha please i dont want to scare you i dont want you to leave "Is this...are those...oh, Mother, is this what you want us to do to the other Flights?" oh no "I understand. I understand now." im so sorry i didnt mean to i tried my best im so sorry please dont hate me im sorry i am much better at nature dragons "I've known all along, I think. Scion and I...we really are the exception, aren't we? It'll always be war in the end. This is...this is what you want. This is what I need to do." im sorry im sorry please dont leave im sorry ill fix them im trying i wont hurt you i need to help you please dont go "I'm ready, Mother. Make me your weapon. Make me whatever you need me to be." please come closer please thank you thank you "It...I...Gladem-?" ".......hs....i.." this isnt fair why dont i want to do this i dont want to hurt the nice ones but i have to make you strong or youll die and i dont want that either "..i.." cant i cant i "ghk...I can...I can feel it. Th-thank you." NO NO ITS NOT DONE I LET GO I GOT SCARED AND I LET GO "My fangs...f-full of the Gladekeeper's venom. I am h-honored. And these visions..." yes its venom it will give them hallucithings and they wont want to fight you and then youll be safe but its not done its going to leak out everywhere and i think it will hurt you "Mother f-forgive me, I am still too weak. I will need to cap my fangs. And I will need help leaving. S-scion, my love, please..." NO DONT LEAVE ITS NOT SAFE IM NOT DONE THEYLL HURT YOU AND IM NOT DONE "Forgive his eyes, Mother. He is loyal. Th-thank you for this blessing..." NO NO STAY AWAY FROM HER NO I CAN FIX THIS DONT TAKE HER I NEED TO FIX HER "I will r-return to you someday, when I am not so pitiful. These visions...Scion, I'm ready." NO NO NO NO NO NO no come back please dont go "p...le.....plea..." please dont leave me im sorry i hurt you im sorry im sorry

Well of the Woods notes: sort of a knockoff Wyrmwound that happened after Gladekeeper asked "Why don't I have one of those?" Instead of brewing up diseases for culling the weak, the Well just grabs living stuff and modifies it to be "stronger." It's much smaller and way less effective than the Wyrmwound--it can really only do one thing at a time, and has a serious Monkey's Paw vibe in that the "gifts" it bestows normally come with an equal downside (though unlike the Monkey's Paw, it does NOT wait to be asked). Gladekeeper apparently got distracted and forgot about it, and never really turned it off--to this day, it tries to lure dragons close enough to grab and dunk in its waters. It was always supposed to be "automated," but over a few centuries of absorbing random living things, it's gained something of a consciousness. It's a bit naive, very lonely, very generous (mostly with mutations). Aria's been (unintentionally) manipulating it, especially now that it's absorbing things on a much more frequent basis, and it's begun to use her wild rationalizations to explain its innate need to modify stuff.

It's far more careful when working on Nature dragons, since it knows that the Gladekeeper cares about them. It's not cruel to out-of-flight dragons or anything, just likely to take things farther.



Tirohia Pre-bio: The Well of the Woods' avatar, previously some nameless emissary of the Earthshaker. She mostly lurks in the wilderness, checking in on the various nearby clans. Has little understanding of spoken language, so she prefers to communicate with raw magic. Doesn't understand that this is socially unacceptable. Sapling finds her fascinating and a little terrifying; Cantos dotes on her if given the chance, except during periods of lucidity. Starscape, Quince, and Iris all avoid her, as do most dragons who have had an experience with the Well. This doesn't stop her from constantly tracking them down for "check-ins," and the loose association of Wellsprung dragons is usually expanded by watching who she fixates on.


Current breeding project: the Well's "offspring:"



Jungle-Emerald-Jungle, Daub or Peregrine



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