Pale

Pale Had spent so many years wandering, her bones ache with age but still she had no charge. There was that constant gnaw at the back of her head as she travelled from her birthplace in the Shadowed realm to the dry, flat plains of the Earthshaker. She wandered across the Thunder Head savannah, managing to only get surprised by a storm once or twice. She made it to the coast where the sea of ten thousand currents roared. Still, that wandering spirit told her to go. To see what lay beyond.

So she went. She island-hopped for as long as she could, gathering the strength required for the next leg of her journey. Once she was ready, Pale spread her wings and flew. She pushed herself to the limits. Gliding when she could over the wide-open waters. She caught fish when she could to eat. Still, she was going hungry more often than not. Only after 14 days of near-constant flying, Pale spotted the first glimpse of the frozen wasteland that was the ice domain. Those who come are rumoured to never leave its icy clutches. There, again she wandered.

After regaining her strength, she came across the newly founded lair of a pair from the water domain. They'd already gained quite a clan around them but the leader, another Guardian named Lilith welcomed her for the evening so that she could learn about her past. Pale consented and after telling her tale Lilith offered to give her a den in their lair. She would be allowed to come and go as she pleased, searching for her charge. When Pale started to refuse, Lilith silenced her and pointed out that the draw didn't lead her to the furthest realm for no reason. Pale saw the reasoning and thanked her for her generosity.

Ever since, Pale has wandered the frozen wasteland, bring back food and helping in the lair when she can. She's slowly become one of Lilth's most trusted advisors.

That was, until three days ago. A sudden urge to leave hit her. In the middle of a meeting with Lilith. Pale excused herself as fast as she could before dashing out of the lair, crashing into other dragons on the way. Just on the outskirts, Pale cried out in pain. Her body cracking and distorting. Her screams turned into beastly roars. Something far more primal replacing her. Fur burst to cover her body, her wings shortening and becoming more tactile. Her horns branched and grew to impressive sizes. Finally, before the staring eyes of everyone in the lair, Pale had become something some of them had only heard about. A Gaoler. She didn't stop to try to help explain. She had to go.

It was several hundred miles away she found what she was looking for. A massive mountain of fur and horns. The chains around his neck and feet suggested that he wasn't supposed to breathe fresh air ever again. Pale had heard rumours of when Gaolers were put in chains themselves. But one look into his brilliant teal eyes meant one thing and one thing only. He was like her, he'd been something else before and placed in this massively powerful body. But how knew how long he'd been like this. "What is your name?"

It took him a minute to find his words. To remember how to move his mouth. "Jäätä."