Azrath

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After many months of travel, Azrath came upon a grande spectacle. Dragons of all shapes and sizes dancing around bonfire and clansman alike, frolicking in some merry celebration. What they where celebrating Azrath did not know.

Afraid to ruin the pleasant atmosphere, Azrath made to move on until he felt a tug on his tail.

"Heya stranger!" someone yelled from behind him.

Azrath looked behind him, and didn't see anyone at first.

"Down!"

Looking down Azrath almost didnt' see the Mirror perched on his tail.

"M'sorry, not meaning to intrude. I was only passing through." Azrath turned fully, trying to not knock the small Mirror off.

"Come on now the more the merrier, and buddy you look like you need a rest." the Mirror popped his tail twice. "At least get you some clean water." the Mirror smiled up at Azrath, his four eyes shining in the dark.

As he hadn't had water in a few days, the Mirror's offer was very tempting. "I wouldn't want to impose." Azrath tried truly worried what his presence would cause.

"No worries!" the Mirror said, then he turned to the festivities. "VALENTINO!!!"

Azrath watched as a rose Tundra nearly jumped out of his fur.

"Asylum are you alright over there?" Valentino(?) called out as he galloped over, stopping short as he spotted Azrath.

"This guy was just passing through and ain't looking too good. 'was wondering if he could stop in an' rest up." Asylum said still having not left his perch.

Azrath expected a negative, NO one simply let a stranger join in festivities, even for a drink of good water. Azrath's thoughts were interrupted by a booming laugh.

“Well come on then!” Valentino called out as he turned back to the celebration. Azrath noticed too late that with Valentino came the attention of several of the clan.

As Azrath stepped out of the shadows into the light, his head low, he saw the true size of the clan he had intruded upon. Their were dragons of every breed and flight, eating, drinking, talking, and now looking at their new unexpected guest.

Azrath was suddenly startled out of his thoughts.

“On behalf of the clan asylumatic, we'll be hosting this traveler for the night!” Valentino said to the gathered dragons.

As the hour went by, Azrath was treated to some of the best food and drink he'd had in a long time.

Again he found himself in the company of Asylum. “How's the party goin' for yah?” he asked, a bit of fishbone tucked in the corner of his mouth.

“Very well, I've never been so well received by another clan before.” Azrath softly said, looking over the procession of dragons frolicking around, dancing and drinking.

“Hm? Watcha' mean by that?” Asylum asked crunching on his bone. “Yah been nothin' but cordial. Heck even Mint likes you!” she guffawed "and she's picky." he mock whispered, his eyes crinkling.

Azrath gave a dry chuckle, looking down at to the damp ground.

He sighed.

"I've been nothing but trouble wherever I go. I'm...a little more magically inclined than most. Things...find me if I stay somewhere for too long." he finishes looking off into the bramble.

Suddenly a flash of light soars over the congregation. Azrath looks up in shock as they quickly circle around a masked Nocturne.

"What...was that?" Azrath asks, voiced thick with shock and awe.

"Heheheh, that was Redacted. She likes to keep tabs on the area, and spirits are the best way to do it." Asylum looks up to him. "And as for strong magic, well, we don't discriminate."

Asylum makes a grand sweeping gesture with his fishbone "That guy over there, Kribless, is our official magister." Asylum taps his fishbone on his chin. "We like the strange and unusual." Asylum grins up at Azrath.

Suddenly a hush fell over the din. All eyes turned to the center were a grand bonfire was located. Over the bonfire a pulsing light had began to manifest. All the clans members started to congregate around the bonfire and the strange light.

"Come on, the clan spirit's about to show!" Asylum mock whispered.

"What!? I'm not a member of the clan! I can't possibly impose on such an event." Azrath reared back, ears pinned in worry.

"Oh fine, but don't run off eh. The festivities have only just started." he said as he ran off to join the others as the spirit started to take shape.

Azrath watched on, eyes glowing in the etherial light the clans spirit let off. As the spirit touched down, it turned it's gaze upon Azrath, and not for the first time did Azrath wish he could melt away into the shadows of the Foxfire Bramble.

The spirit smiled, it's eyes crinkling, before turning and addressing the congregation.