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Starspeaker

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Level 1 Skydancer
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Energy: 47/50
This dragon’s natural inborn element is Arcane.
Female Skydancer
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Biography

~S T A R S P E A K E R~

-The Doomed Fortune- Teller-

It hurts until it stops, we will love until it's not. (Victorious: Panic! At The Disco)

Notes

-can see only see futures which end in tragedy
-a medium between life and death
-enjoys the company of nature

Perhaps it is fate simply mocking me; perhaps it is punishment for a past life that I cannot remember.

Either way, my life is sorrow- filled.

I am the death- teller; the grim reaper. Some say I harbour the souls of my dead clanmates. Other rumours say that the only reasons my prophecy comes true is because I am the one doing the killing.

But I know; I know that my prophecies are true. I know how that Skydancer will meet his doom; I know when that Tundra’s next scar will come. I am the harbinger of what most do not want to know.

He comes to me on a lonely, stormy night; I shuffle my deck of tarot cards within my slender talons, working by eerie purple candlelight.

I don’t hear the dragon approach; I do hear, however, the thin, grating voice that he greets me with.

“You are the doomed fortune- teller, yes?”

His voice sounds like skin scraping against gravel; agonizing to listen to. His gloomy face is covered by a hood, but his snout is covered in bandages and dripping with fluids. By the looks of it, he is a Pearlcatcher. But; where is his pearl? Where is his soul?

“Yes,” I reply guardedly. “The teller of fate.”

He seats himself heavily from across the table I work at. Lighting flashes through the tarps shielding us from the rain, thunder cracking ominously; he smells like blood and decay and death.

“I-” He gives a chesty cough, blood spattering my table. I draw back warily. “I need your help. Please.”

“Your payment, first.”

With shaky talons, I watch him unclasp his single, left earring; he seems to hesitate before giving it to me, and I inspect it carefully. A silly thing; a stone dragon charm curled around unrefined amber. It’ll have to do; I’m feeling rather… ‘giving’ tonight. I pocket it and set my cards to the side.

“Will- will my illness kill me? I just need to know that. I need to know if- if whatever this is will t-take me.”

I hum thoughtfully, holding my talon out; he drops his heavy one within mine, and I shut my eyes tightly, trying to swim past the inky barrier around his consciousness.

A Pearlcatcher, playing happily with his daughter in a field; his wife sitting close by, making a crown of flowers with their youngest son.

His son, giving him a tiny, crafted earring of stone and amber.

A Pearlcatcher, watching fire climb up the walls of his house.

A homeless dragon, wandering streets and getting thrown out wherever he tried to go.

The Pearlcatcher again, in the shelter of a cave, curling around his dying daughter.

The rattle in her chest as the last breath leaves her body.

Agony.

The pearl shatters.

A sick Pearlcatcher, dragging himself to a secluded hut, in the cover of rain.

A mind filled with worms.

A snapped neck.

My talons covered in blood.

My eyes shoot open, and he stares at his own talon depressedly.

“So?” he says, not looking up. “Does- does the illness take me?”

I word myself carefully.

“The illness is not what kills you. You must leave.”

“But- then what does? Will I get better? At all? Please, tell me something.”

“Please, for your wellbeing. You need to leave.”

He stands without a word, but comes to a stop as he reaches the door. Then he’s retching; a black and bloody mess onto my floor, writhing with something living. It keeps coming; the sick nearly travels to the table, and I reel back.

He turns back to me in a soundless scream, eyes wild; his jaw has seemed to decay, leaving him a broken, gape- mouthed horror.

And then he jumps.

His claws seize my shoulders, but I wrench myself quickly from his grasp. I’ve already seen this; I know how this will play out.

I am his death.

Within all of my heart, I draw out whatever strength I have within my body; I grasp his neck firmly in my talons, and something pops. He stops struggling; he goes limp, and I listen to the gurgle of whatever was just expelled from his body as it seems to slither.

I take a vial of acid from my shelves, dumping the entirety of it on the dragon’s body and the mess.

It burns away, and I watch it sadly.

This is another day of work.

Within his pouch, I find the several shattered pieces of what used to be his soul.

I am the cursed fortune teller.
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