Percy

Personality: Alignment: Neutral Good Gender: Male (He / Him / His) Orientation: Pansexual Alliance: Sunchasers Professions: Librarian, Musician (a capella singer) Lorem ipsum dolor sit amet, consectetur adipiscing elit. Vestibulum ut ornare neque, ac maximus ipsum.

Dragons swarmed over the land of the Arcanist below Percy as he perched on a secluded floating spire, only just wider than he was long. He thought it strange that clans would wager so much on just the possibility of a dragon joining their clan. Frankly, the idea that he was that dragon unsettled him. Unlike his father, Percy disliked others fawning over him. He found the constant attention and pressure to be perfect to be oppressive. Percy ruffled and resettled his wings. His father - feh. Having joined LottieLurker's clan in a much similar way, it had been the old man's plan to have this raffle. Percy was glad to have escaped to the territory of a sister clan for the duration of the raffle. Usually he spent his time reading in their library, but today he had snuck out today to watch the commotion. He hid unseen under a clever little Light spell that he had discovered among the stacks. But all that didn't matter now. Soon he would be leaving these lands for good, with some new clan to call his own. The thought scared him as much as it thrilled him. There was a dragon down there he was certain he'd seen at least once before - a hulking Guardian with scales of dark blue and black. She's dropped off more treasure than many others, he thinks. He watched her as she flipped through the register of given tickets, analyzing them with the speed and intensity of a Lightning dragon. But he catches a glimpse of her eyes, and their bright gold belies the idea. "Hello," A friendly feminine voice interrupted his observing, and he started, stumbling on his spire. "Huh, what - ? How did you -?" He stuttered to a stop, swallowing. A speckled pink Imperial floated in front of him, her sinuous form hanging effortlessly in the breeze. "Oh, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to startle you so terribly. I'm Seynori, of Wind Clan Seldomfall." She smiled expectantly, waiting for him to regain his composure. Percy nodded politely in greeting. "Percy," he replied, then blurted out "How did you see past my illusion?" "That's easy, silly - I'm a shadow dragon by birth!" she gestured to her deep purple eyes. They really were quite pretty, deep and swirling like the space on the other end of telescopes. "Wind Clan? You must have many stories to tell," he said, blinking. "Oh, yes! Not a terribly huge lot, but I do believe I don't disappoint there." She paused, then her voice lowered. "Would you like to hear them?" Percy nodded eagerly, and she settled down on the spire next to him, easily curling around it. Very, very close to him. He listened, rapt, until she had to go, leaving him with the sense of having visited other worlds. He found he wasn't able to remember a single word of the conversation once she had left. Percy saw that dark Guardian many more times, and each time she carried another hefty sack of gold. But Seynori visited again as well, bringing no treasure but herself, and he found himself eagerly awaiting her next visits. Finally, the day the raffle winners would be announced came. He looked out over the plain, packed with dragons of every color - easily a couple hundred - and found his nerves fried. This was it, wasn't it? "Reocailura!" the word rung across the field, echoing from the crystal mountains with a unknown power. The Guardian he had seen before shouldered her way to the front, placing a massive ebony claw down. "Geneva, Matriarch, Clan Reocailura." Her voice is deep, self-assured, and almost comforting. "Congratulations! You've won the first prize!" Albus, face of BelladonaPoe's clan, held out a white claw, beckoning for Percy to come forward. He stepped forward, with quiet practiced dignity. Albus embraced him for the last time, whispering: "Congrats kid. Good luck out there." He spied his parents, in their usual cloud of shimmering pink, watching proudly from above the clan den's entrance. Breathing in, he released his breath slowly, letting his tumultuous emotions escape with it. "Thank you," he whispered back to Albus. Ending the embrace, he walked forward to the Guardian with her familiar golden eyes, so similar in color to his own. "Welcome to the clan," she greeted him, her baritone exuding warm acceptance. His fate sealed, he followed the Guardian across the field, watching the sea of dragons part on either side of him. Most of their faces showed congratulations, some sadness or relief. One or two glared in outright rage, as if he was some prize that had been snatched straight from their claws at the last moment. But nowhere did he see familiar, pink-speckled scales. Percy's new clanmates were very welcoming, and he soon found himself settling in. The weather was pleasant and similar to where he had grown up, though there were many more trees than he was used to. The Great Library beguiled his senses and took up his free time, and he soon began taking singing lessons with Calypso. But some nights, Seynori would sneak into his restless dreams. Dawn would find him, sleepless and shivering, on the southwestern beach of the island. One day, Mercury, the clan's resident messenger, came back with a message for him. The address was written in an unfamiliar loopy print, and carried a vague scent of wildflowers. Uncertainly, he opened it up, only to find that it was from Seynori! He eagerly read the rest of the letter, then had to read it again so he'd actually understand it this time. Seynori wanted to see him! Perhaps she could drop by his new clan, or he could come visit her? Nervously, he went before the great Matriarch, the Guardian who had brought him here. Though she has been exceedingly welcoming, Geneva still intimidated him in a way Seynori never had, despite her size. To his surprise and relief, the Guardian immediately accepted his request, under the condition that he did not leave until he was a full adult. Delighted, Percy wrote back as soon as he could. With further correspondence, ferried by the inexhaustible Mercury (who was only too happy to support the young dragons' romance), the day-long trip developed into a week-long excursion. Including a visit the Arcane lands, even, where he had been raised. After much consideration, Geneva approved the plan, leaving Percy to await the journey with quiet impatience. Percy misses his daughter, Astilbe, who was called to join the Windsinger. She took after her mother's wandering spirit, but to Percy, she will always be his little Sakura.

Arcane Sprite Assistant Librarian He met the Arcane Sprite in a dream. There were bookshelves, endless bookshelves, converging and intersecting into infinity. Though Percy had always thirsted for endless knowledge, he clung to the nearest shelf, afraid, for once, of falling into darkness. But there -! A glimpse of pink, shimmering, fluttering, zipping through existence almost too fast to follow. Without another thought, Percy leapt from the bookcase in pursuit. His wings gripped the air (why had he ever been afraid?) and he spun dizzyingly up after the elusive streak, higher and higher into the light...

Percy awoke with a start, sprawled on his back, surprised to find himself on the ground. He was even more surprised, however, when the slight weight on his chest became apparent. Shimmering crystalline wings stirred in the morning breeze. Slender antennae stirred with every breath.
"Oh!" his startled exclamation caused smooth eyelids to flutter and lift, revealing eyes of the most startling pink he had ever seen. Even rivaling those of his own children. "Were you in my dream last night?" Percy exclaimed, stupidly. The Sprite looked startled, but offered no definitive answer, choosing instead to yawn and stretch. "Well, alright. Why don't we go meet the rest of the clan and have some breakfast, and then you can explain later?" Taking their silence as acquiescence, he lifted up the still-sleepy bundle and exited his alcove into the main library--
Only to find most of the clan already assembled. There was Morgana, his daughter, looking proud, righteous, and maybe a little jealous. His adoptive father and sister, Vulcan and Luna, looking on with smiles (though the latter was a little vague). In the background, he heard one of the Matriarch's sons, probably Marco, give an inappropriate whoop. But Percy headed directly towards the tall dark Guardian in the back. He knew Geneva had to have called in a special favor for this. "Thank you," he whispered, humbled. Geneva smiled, giving no answer except for the twinkle in her eyes.





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