Fafnier

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Likes:: - solitude - Classical music - reading Dislikes:: - bright light - unnecessary conversations - when her wounds draw attention Hobbie:: - Reading up on lore Specialty:: - Puppet of the Plague Mother Status:: - Ex- Alpha; Adviser Song:: - Clint Mansell - Together We Will Live Forever

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Great wings spread out over the smoldering lands below. Strong steady beats seemed to carry the scaly monster higher and higher over the earth below before closing her wings and plummeting to the ground. She smiled as a rush of pure bliss pulsed through her body and right before she hit the ground below, she cast open her wings and glided up.
This of course was a activity Fafnier loved to do while searching the lands for the perfect place to call home. Today just so happened to be the day when she would find what she's been searching for.
A rock face, right at the bottom of the Great Furnace. That, she decided, was going to be her new home. And so it was. She settled down, decorated the small cave with feathers and skulls. It wasn't until a week or so later that a pearlcatcher, by the name of Yakikoro stumbled upon the cavern. A slim dragon, not quite built for fighting, expediently backed down when he came face to face with Fafnier. She however welcomed him with open arms and thus started the Xipil clan. Serpents of fire.
Fafnier and Yaki constantly took in young and old dragons and they all became one big happy family. Erebus was among those dragons, he however sought to protect the clan and so he did. Fafnier ended up becoming deathly Ill and could no longer properly lead the clan and so she appointed Erebus as the new Alpha. To her, Erebus was a born leader. His strength and wits would be beneficial to the clan. After all he spent years protecting everyone in the clan.
Erebus accepted the new title and made the decision to migrate to his home land where they would flourish and thrive with strength and power.
The bone yard was the perfect place and so they all dug down, burrowing into the lands of contagion. They made hundreds of rooms, one for each member, a dining all, a hoard room, a healers den ect. They made a living and loved each day more than the last.
Fafnier, however, was still dying. The clan members refused to leave her be and so they took her with.
She laid in her own separate room in the den and mostly slept. Until the plague mother approached her and offered to save her for the price of her loyalty to her.
She accepted

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Pt.2

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Fafnier has lost count of the years she's isolated herself in the caverns. Erebus would occasionally visit her and she would sometimes send for him if the Plague Mother had a message. But other than that, she was constantly alone.


One day, while she was in a void. Tiny scampers and breaths were heard throughout the cavern. Someone was coming. Fafnier only bothered to lift her head and peer at the gate to her chamber. A small Mirror ran in, completely petrified and beat up. He had scratches and bite marks everywhere, he quickly closed the gate behind him and continued to run. Somehow he failed to notice Fafnier, and when she shifted to watch him run around and look for an exit, he stopped dead in his tracks. Fafnier was the biggest guardian he's ever seen and the poor thing almost made a mess.


Fafnier cocked her head to the side.
"Do not be Frighhhtened little wwone" she whispered to the little mirror, who whimpered in response.
"Come, I will tend to you" Fafnier lifted a clawed paw at this, gesturing for him to come closer. The mirror allowed her to dress his wounds and soon found himself striking up conversation.
"Erebus tells us pups about you Lady Fafnier. He say's you are the seer of the Plague Mother and Host to the virus, and one day I'll visit you just like he does." The mirror confessed.
"Vissssit me like he doess?" Fafnier questioned while bandaging his torso.
"Yes, I am the heir of the Westward Wound" he stated proudly, puffing out his chest before wincing in pain.
"Ahhhh sssso you haaare the little wwone she hasss called? Tell me little wwone, to wwwho do I ow the pleasssure?"
"Azazel"
"Azazel. Yesssss, a truly fffitting name. Go now little wwone, continue to fight Corium. Cccome back to me sssoon" Fafnier forced the last few words out or her jaws before exhaling a cloud of fire over Azazel. Frightened he closed his eyes and awaited the burn, but it never came. instead he opened his eyes to meet with Erebus's proud face. It seemed like he already knew just how great Azazel was going to become.

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