Lorcan

He/Him

Name Pronounciation Lore-can Mate N/A Familiar Bub Job Ruin Wrecker

Lorcan

Lore

Rippling, that is him, his fins will open and close and he is always fluid and in motion, never stopping or resting for that would be hell, he is cursed then to never stop lest the shadows long past catch up to him

Each time he does they come they come and rise and all that is loved by him and in turn those he loves are gone, vanished without a trace, and he is always moving forward and up

In turn he keeps going, the clouds pass by on the mountain he lives, he eats and drinks on the move, always a bag on his side stored with needs, but never more than that lest he run out of energy and too much weight would hurt him

He walks slow panting, he has heard tales of guardian staying awake for a year and that should be enough for it to give up chase, and yet he is growing tired and and his muscles ache for a rest more day by day he almost wishes to stop

Exhausted his muscles freeze, slowly and slowly his body rests into sleep. It is blissful, nothingness, and he dreams of lands he's never seen, and lands he will never see again. There is nothing of shadows or stalking, the curse is never mentioned or nearby.

But the curse sneaks up on him the giant beast roars, loud and deafening to a dragon whose ears have only heard chirps and whistles of wind for so very long its claws reach toward him crushing snow underneath him crunch it goes as it compresses

He cries out and tries to run but he remembers- a dreaming a state of it when he need not run and he wonders- could that be me ever? So he is grounded then, standing against the large beast.

He is reaching to claw it, muscles running striking to kill to rid the earth of it forever so he may finally rest, but it dodges out of the way and reaches to crush him and he slips away with scratches on him. But now he learns he needs to be faster to reach it, so he shoots then learning of it and it works it scratches but the beast does not notice and tries to snap him up with his jaws and with his speed he runs out of the way.

Then he learns he needs to be stronger, he tears with more force on its paws, flesh is torn away and it screams but switches to use another paw to crush him, and using that strength he pushes it off of him leaving enough space to tumble away yet it is still not enough. He thinks and thinks and learns to be smarter, so he reaches off to its core the glowing of the tooth tempting him and he beats his wings and shoots up and it bursts into a million fragments and pieces and it is all, all gone, the beast dies. The tooth drops down to him and he ties it around his neck. It is him, it is his dreams and his victory.

So he slumps down then to close his eyes and rest, and rest he does, dreaming of everything a world of fantasy. And it is everything he had hoped for, where he may sit down and drink with friends, may eat good food as he once did before, he is then happy.

But dreaming is not a world you can live in forever, he wakes himself up well rested to a bright cave hunkered away from a storm- on his right an Imperial, grey with glass-like markings on them. Then on his left a small Fae whose belly bubbles with some purple liquid he would not do well to know of.

Together they wait out the storm, passing stories around themselves and making small talk- and they are all friends then, so he tags along with them following Coriander who is following Venom. They reach the small pack named the Breath of Snow, together, and they eat and drink and smile together. And Lorcan smiles for he has found what he dreamed of- friends.