Polyhymnia's dragon Zaleria

Personal Style

Apparel

Skin

Scene

Physical Attributes

Battle Stats

Measurements

Length

4.38 m

Wingspan

5.84 m

Weight

602.04 kg

Genetics

Radioactive
Giraffe

Blood
Spinner

Obsidian
Runes

Hatchday

Dec 21, 2016
(7 years)

Breed

Adult
Pearlcatcher

Eye Type

Earth
Common

Level 1 Pearlcatcher

EXP: 0 / 245

STR

AGI

DEF

QCK

INT

VIT

MND

Lineage

Parents

none

Offspring

Biography

Love Witch

"I will show you a love potion without drug or herb, or any witch's spell; if you wish to be loved, love."

DETAILS
NICKNAME; None
GENDER; Female
PRONOUNS;She/Her
ORIENTATIONS; Straight
ALIGNMENT; Neutral Evil

ART

xxx by Allocen

Zaleria always knew she had special powers.

Since she was young, there was this aura around her. A warm, buzzing feeling, like a breeze others could feel, but only she could take advantage of. She learned to bend and direct it and order it to act to her will. And it made her feel powerful.

The matriarchs said it was a rare kind of magic. Not the destructive kind, the fire, the bolts or the ice, nor the healing kind, where lingering spirits treat wounds and cure illnesses. No, it was something different, something more, but none of them was really able to tell what it was.
Zaleria had never been very popular before. Her appearance drove other Clan members away, she could hear them whisper about her behind her back. She felt hurt and abandoned. Like there was a stone sitting on her heart.

Though this all changed when she discovered the real purpose of her power. The purpose of her existence, so she thought. Her spells, her magic, they were drenched with pure love and affection. She could weave and direct them into a cauldron, in tiny flasks and she would be able to cork up a bottle of happiness. Even only being near her had a special effect on others. Suddenly they felt lighter, acted like being in trance and had this smile on their faces she couldn't get enough of.

Zaleria had found her passion and her destiny. Even if she was despised in her Clan, treated like an outsider, an anomaly, she was something more now, something greater. And she took great courage out of that.

Weeks passed and the romance witch had opened up her own little business, where she brew her special love potions for desperate customers.

Months passed.

Then years.

Decades.
And what once had been good and exciting, a boost for her self-esteem, now turned into a great burden. On her mind. Her soul. Her heart.

Zaleria couldn't stand it. Watch others leave her with this happy faces, while her own stomach cramped and twisted with sadness. Her expression was bitter.
She had tried it. Dozen times. These spells, the potions, all the great things she was known for, to use them for herself. Her own happiness.

But they had failed. She had failed. It was like the spells bounced off her scales and the magical potions turned into water the moment they reached her stomach.
Destiny had betrayed her. And there was nothing she could do about it.

It was still dark outside her cave, her working place, but Zaleria was already up. She expected quite a few customers today to pick up their love potions or to receive their lucky spells.
The romance witch was pretty known, not only on the Starfall Isles, but all over the lands. These Dragons traveled far for just a tiny glimpse of hope and happiness and love.

Love.

Zalerias expression darkened when this word crossed her mind again. She had turned her gift into a passion, into something she was motivated and happy to do, but nowadays it was only a burden to her. Why sharing her talents with others, to make them find love when she couldn't say the same about herself? After all these years she still brew her potions in her cave all by herself.

The witch gritted her teeth and surpassed a growl as she stomped the last ingredients in a little bowl, to mix juices, oozing out of the plants, with the boiling and brewing liquid in the big cauldron in the center. It emitted a comforting light, while the flickering fire below drew dancing shadows on the stony walls.

Zaleria continued her work until the sun came up, her scales glistening with sweat, water and liquid. The first customer she knew who'd visit her was an old friend of hers. Young, clumsy, a little bit awkward and overall a mystery. He came to order potion after potion, got himself custom spell after spell, to find the one, he said. To make the one he adored notice him. He was sweet and kind and yet her biggest regret. Her biggest failure.
Her magic was foolproof. Never had a customer reported back to her to tell her she had failed. Expect for him. And she couldn't figure out why. Now matter for how long she wrapped her brain around it; It was no use.

But she refused to give up. It was her job to make all of her customers happy no matter what.
And yet he was still coming back. On the same day. At the same time. With this kind and warm smile on his face, while she felt her heart clench.

Today it was this day again and she didn't even turn when she heard the paws on the ground behind her.

“Punctual as ever”, Zaleria said, while she balanced a dead worm and parts of crushed plants over her cauldron just with the power of her mind, “Sit down, I'm just about done.”

“Take your time”, he assured her with his soothing voice and she already pictured him ranging along the walls, admiring her neat handwriting and detailed pictures and carvings and schematics to remind herself of the more complex formulas.

A thick fog swirled around her tubes and glasses and her cauldron and emitted a sweet and tender smell, which found its way into her head. This was love in its purest form and played an important part in her magical rituals.

While it made other dragons feel dizzy and irritated first, lighter and much happier later, it fueled her own powers.

And made her feel this draining sadness again at the same time.

“Just about ready”, Zaleria informed her customer and the fog drained out of her nostrils as she spoke, her voice breathy.

“I'm sure it will work this time”, the dragon said and she could nearly see his self-confidence oozing out of every pore, witnessed it flickering in his eyes. Even if he seemed shy and weak and not able to take care of himself, like a lad who just fell out of his nest, he had to feel a strong love for this dragon she brew him potions for endlessly. Which was pretty admirable.

She could sense the jealousy flare up inside her for no reason and instinctively all the ingredients and papers with formulas on them started swirling over her head in circles, like every time when she didn't manage to control her temper.

“You're doing it again”, he chuckled and she couldn't help but mumble swears under her breath and snatch the formula that dared to escape her out of the air.

The uncontrollable dancing of materials stopped.

“Come on over.”

As he stepped closer to the witch she already started singing. It was a powerful spell, embedded in a song, she never dared to use before. She had found it in an old and dusty book in an abandoned part of the Clans library and had spent a good amount of time to learn all the words. The pronunciation was weird and nearly tied her tongue, but she couldn't stop herself from trying it.

While this warm and kind dragon stepped closer to her to drown in the smog of her potions and the melody of her song, the sadness got the better of her. Zaleria did her best to keep her voice steady.

Her glowing claws weaved the pure magic to a spell.

It was just not fair. He came back again and again, always hopeful, never lost in desperation, to win the heart of the one he loved.

She would never admit it, but she was craving for someone like this repeating customer. For the love that seemed a lot more stronger than her potions. She wished it would find her too.

One day.

Zaleria might have special powers, but there was no greater power than the honest love of another.
-Kyrisena

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