Erin - The Pastiche
After a rather unfortunate night with the dark side of her lover, Erin found herself pieced together in the depths of The Mural. Held together by bones not her own and pieces of scrap metal, she slowly healed into something that at least resembled a mirror. Ashamed of her error and her current physical state, she does not consider herself the same dragon she once was.


A Waning Hope, Part 2 / A Waxing Bond, Part 2
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Ethe rests on Erin’s back, seeming more fascinated than anything.
“So it’s been him all along, then? The Umbral Menace. Quite the transformation if he and that monster is one and the same,” he muses.
“Indeed. I can’t imagine the pain he was in…” she whispers.
Ethe’s fins shift in confusion. “I thought he killed you?”
“...Both of us died that night. There’s only as much of him as there is me.”
“I assure you, he’s in good health. I saw to his wounds myself, there was no major damage.”
“Did you check his heart?”
“His… heart?”


It was years ago. The night he never talks about. The night he’s cursed to dream of time and time again.

It was a quiet night. No monsters, no ambushes, no hostilities. Peace, quiet, and enough downtime to catch up with his love.

“I finally have a night off from my post,” she says, content as she walks beneath his wing.
“I have no obligations tomorrow morning. The stars align, I beg of you to stay with me,” he responds with a smile.
“Of course, dear. Every fiber of my being yearns to be closer. A huntress never passes up prey this vulnerable.”
“Well, let us finally finish our prey. I will draw them to us, and you can pin them down. We shall end their life together.”
She nods, unable to hide her grin. “As it always should have been.”

With a playful growl, the duo slip under the bush concealing Evion’s den.
In their lust, he would forget about the beast inside and she would forget about the full moon.

Neither could forget after midnight.

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“There are traces left, smoldering embers left in its ravaged wake. Traces of me, of better times… of hope.”