Cendis

Living fire subspecies

19 years old | Female (she/her) | Straight

Just call me the fire and the flame, if you will. No, I'm not full of myself, I'm just being honest. I'm pretty much the embodiment of fire itself. But just because I am fire doesn't mean that I've had an easy life, heck no. My life was hard right from the very beginning.

I was born, and almost immediately after, my parents left me. I still don't know why they did that, even to this day it remains a mystery to me. They never told baby me why they were leaving, they just took my brothers and went, leaving me behind in the nest. I was only a baby, why would they do that?

...sorry, I got a little emotional there. I'll keep going.

Anyway, so I was all by myself now. I learned pretty quickly that the world was not a nice place for abandoned Coatl kittens. I obviously couldn't fish yet, so I had to scavenge like a bonepicker from whatever I could find. It wasn't exactly the healthiest way to live, but hey, at least I was alive. The only alternative would be, well, being dead, and that was not something I wanted to be.

So I had to suck it up, at least for now. I kept on scavenging and I kept on surviving, until I was big enough to take on the world on my own. Though, to be honest, I had already been doing that. I tried not to think about my family and the happy lives they must be living without me, because it made me sad and slow. And out here, when you're sad and slow, you're usually dead too not long after.

I kind of forced myself to be happy and thankful for what I did have. At least I was alive, and had all my limbs. That was more than you could say for some other dragons in the area. I can't tell you how many I saw hobbling around without legs or arms, or horribly scarred from battle and fire both. It was then that I really started to realize how lucky I'd been. It could've been way worse for me.

When I was young, I met another dragon, a male, called Razor. He was a Coatl just like me, and he was mainly black with a glowing orange belly. He told me that he was leaving his family for a life of adventure, and would I like to come, too? Not knowing anything better, I accepted. I was pretty foolish, back then. Maybe I should've thought about it a little more.

But I did go with him. Razor told me we'd live awesome lives, traveling around Sornieth and collecting riches. And, you know, little old me actually believed him. I mean it when I say I was dumb and foolish, back then. This random guy just comes to me and tells me my life is gonna be great, and I took his word for it. I didn't even stop to think about whether it would be true, or if he was just using me.

Razor and I stayed together for a couple of years. I have to admit, it was nice. I was used to being alone all the time, so when I was actually living with another dragon, it was like... totally crazy to me. All of a sudden I had someone who was interested in me, in my life. I told Razor everything, about how I was abandoned when I was born and all this other stuff. The crazy thing was, he actually listened. He told me he was sorry for everything I went through. He told me I would never be alone again.

...sorry, I'm getting emotional again, just thinking about him. Just... what happened between us sucks a whole lot.

Anyway, one day while we were traveling, we came across a pack of Mirror dragons. Just our luck, right? We managed to fight them off but... Razor...

Well, Razor didn't make it. He held on for a few days, but in the end his wounds were just too bad.

We never really considered each other mates, but he was the closest thing I've ever had to one. I've never gone looking for another. I'm not okay with being alone, but... I don't know any other way to be. I don't want to get close to another dragon and have them ripped away like that. Besides, what's the likelihood that I'd find another dragon like him? Probably impossible.

I've never met anyone who even comes close to him.

Some clan out in the emberglow hearth let me in, let me stay in their walls. I owe them a lot, but I don’t see them often if at all. I fear it.

I still think about him. I keep a picture of him in my locket so I don't forget.

I wonder if he knows... I'm sure he does. Wherever he went.

Written by FireStarter007

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My nightmare, my perfect dream both stood staring at me from the distance. I knew something was wrong this moonlit night, so wrong that it dragged me out of my home to stare out into the distance. My fears drew closer, I could imagine a grin covering its face. My life was so hard, so full of fear that I cried at the sight in the moonlight. It stood in front of my face, a claw wrapping around the locket around my neck and a whisper “I missed you so much”, before tears fell from both sides. Finally home.