Misif

Ah, darn.. Whimpered Misif as he paced around.. He was at a complete loss. He had no idea where he was.. he just.. he just had to get away. He had heard his previous clan leaders talking about exalting him behind closed doors, and he just couldn't live with it, which was terribly cruel, considering at the time, he'd only been a child.. He'd been wondering the continent for years, scavenging whatever he could. However now, only now, was he starting to become lonely. The dragons he'd come across had been anything but friendly. He may not be the best dragon in the world, but there was no need to resort to cannibalism. He shivered at the thought, remembering how long he'd run from that dragon tribe. He'd been in the plague territory, and he'd been chased all the way to.. he stopped and looked around, he never really thought about it before... was he.. in Arcane territory? He'd heard of how magnificent the Arcane scholars were, how rich this place was knowledge.. but, that didn't mean they were friendly. He'd been wary of anyone, which due to previous encounters, was pretty wise. He slowly waddled toward what seemed to be a huge auditorium, the closing distance between him and the structure is what kept him going.



As time passed, he relaxed, and let his guard down.. a smile was plastered across his face, which quickly changed as he was pounced upon, "AHA! GOTCHA INTRUDER!" Misif gulped, how would he get out of this? He paused.. Wait a moment, this dragon wasn't even heavy. He jumped to his again, and began to attempt to violently shake the other dragon off. "Ah- hey! W- what are you doing! Ahh!" A feminine voice cried out, presumably coming from the dragon he'd shook off him. He didn't pause to ask if she was alright, and began to run as fast as his legs could take him.. However, he only got about two meters until enormous talons pushed him down upon the ground once more.. He looked up to meet the face of a very angry looking Guardian. "Oh, please! Let me go! I don't want to die! I won't even taste good, I assure you, I'm m-mostly fat you see!" He yelled and squirmed under the Guardian's pressure. The Guardian looked confused, "You think.. we'd eat you..?" The Guardian looked thoroughly concerned, as he turned his gaze to the disgruntled Mirror. Now she looked spitting mad, Misif noticed, his eyes wide. Even if he was in danger of being eaten, being mangled was still an option. "Maybe we SHOULD eat him," She grumbled, glaring at him.. it was hard to tell if she was joking or not. He whined loudly, laying his head upon the ground, his talons over his eyes, "Do it quickly," He wailed dramaticly. Though he could not see it, the Guardian gave the mirror a look of, 'is this guy for real?' He huffed, and picked the bogsneak up by his flab, which caused Misif to cry out once again. "This is it! This is the end for me!" In which, the Guardian promptly ignored him. "Hey, Rogue, should we take him to your father?" He said to the mirror. Rogue shrugged, "yeah, that'd probably be for the best." She turned to lead the way back to the clan lair, but was stopped.



"Now now, there's no need for that," a smooth voice said.. Misif opened his eyes to look for the dragon who spoke in such a suave tone. Another mirror glided down from the trees. A male who looked similar to Rogue.. "Fehler, put him down, for the sake of all that is sickness.." With a grumble, the Guardian let him go. Not gently setting him down of course, just letting go of him and letting him fall to the ground. "Father, what are we to do with him?" Rogue whispered rather loudly, gazing at him disapprovingly. Which in turn, caused the mirror to laugh. "There's no need to be so hostile, pet." He patted her head, and made slow smooth strides over where Misif sat in awe and terror. "Hello, stranger, my name is Lover.. You happened to stumble upon my patrol, unfortunately for you.. However, it seems you're alone.. I'm one known for taking in misfits, perhaps you'd care to join me?" He grinned. The female mirror known as Rogue, jumped to her feet. "Father, you can't! We don't even know his name!" Lover nodded thoughtfully, "I suppose that is true.. What's your name, stranger?" It took Misif a moment to acknowledge the question. "Oh, um.. M-my name is Misif.." He stated quietly. Lover grinned again, nearly showcasing his fangs. "Well then, Misif, welcome to my clan!" Misif's eyes were as large as dinner plates as he realized what Lover had just said. However, the other dragons' reactions, weren't as pleased. Rogue groaned loudly, and he heard a slap from behind him, which he could only assume was Fehler face-palming.. He.. he had a home..