Fafnir

Fafnir's very shy and an introvert, but very intelligent. He always wanted to make friends with other dragons, but he can't talk to one without stumbling on his words. At first, he wasn't very sociable, but ever since he met Pria, he started opening up more. Little by little, he starting gaining more confidence in his words as more dragons joined the clan. He can bond perfectly with any familiar because of his kind and caring nature. He accepts any and every dragon with open arms, especially if they are willing to join the clan. His hobbies are farming, writing, and taking care of animals. Walking through the Everbloom Gardens, he looks around shyly. Everyday is the same routine. He shyly moves as quick as his can past the other dragons. Their voices are booming, which slightly scares him. He then looks away from everyone and hopes that no one will approach him while he is on his journey. He pushes through the shrubs and the delicious fruit trees to find the same nice, secluded spot that he goes to everyday. He looks around to make sure no one is around and his sighs. "Perfect," he sighs happily. He trots towards the middle of the spot, kneading the ground beneath him. He lays down and stretches his arms and legs. Fafnir clears his throat and sings, "If I could.. begin to be.. half of what you think of me, I could do about anything. I can even learn how to----." He stops at once when he heard a rustle in the bushes. Ears perked, he said softly without any confidence, "W-who's there?!" A grey bunny with a white stripe down it's back hops out of the bush, twitching their nose. Fafnir lets out a tiny yelp. He tip-toes close to the bunny, and heavily breaths in. "Oh, you are just a bunny! Hello, little critter!" He slowly puts his paw on the bunny's back, stroking it softly. The bunny squeaks softly, rubbing their head against Fafnir's arm. "Aww." He removes his paw from the bunny's back, proceeding to rub his face against the bunny. His ears twitch as he hears another rustle in the bushes. He tries to stand his ground, to protect the bunny, but he starts shuddering. "W-who is it..?" A spiral, a skydancer, and a mirror step out from the bushes, looking at Fafnir in awe. Fafnir shuffles his paws and looks away, embarrassed. "D-did you.. did you see-" "We saw and we heard. You have a very lovely voice! You're also very good with animals," the spiral said with glee. "We didn't mean to intrude, you see, this rabbit is ours. Come here, now," the skydancer says, waving the rabbit towards their direction. The rabbit slowly hops towards the skydancer. "We shall be going now, but I hope to hear your voice again!," the mirror smiles. The skydancer grabs the rabbit with it's mouth, and they all walk away, leaving Fafnir all by himself. He finally raised his head and blushed softly. He has never been complimented before. A grin slowly appears on his face. As soon as he left his secluded spot, he went back and tried to run quickly from the dragons that were there from before. However, they didn't let him pass. They all whispered and stared at him. Fafnir, at that moment, truly felt uncomfortable and wanted to run far away and never return. A young Tundra came up to him and yanked at his shoulder. "We all heard from these other dragons that you can sing.. can you.. maybe.. sing something for us?" Fafnir's ears perked up and stared at the seedling, then at the older dragons. He took a couple of steps back and took a deep breath. "W-would you.. really like to hear me..?" Everyone nodded their head, some with curiousity and some with excitement. Fafnir, shaking, sits down on the ground and clears his throat. "A-alright.. after this.. w-will you let me p-pass?" They all nod again. Fafnir opens his mouth and lets out his soft baritone voice. Everyone stares in awe and when he finished, they all clapped and whistled at him. A bogsneak approaches him from the side and pute his paw on Fafnir's shoulder. "You definitely got talent, my boy." Fafnir blushes and bows to the others. They move out of his way and he runs happily away. From that point on, he decided that he wanted to find other dragons who can sing as well; to bring joy to all those who hear the sweet melodies that him and his clan can create.

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Fafnir wanted to change his colors since he didn't feel like he liked them anymore. "Okay.. okay okay okay.. what's the.. worst that could happen?" Pria stands next to him and twiddles her claws. "I-I am here for you, Fafnir!," she says.
He uses the scatterscroll, and turns to Pria, her mouth wide with shock. "U-um.. it doesn't look.. that bad?"
Fafnir's ears go down and his tail goes between his legs. He runs to the hoard, everyone in the lair gasping. He grabs the closest mirror and looks at himself. He lets out a loud scream, loud enough for the other lairs around him to hear. Pria and the others run up to him, and he hides his face within his chest. "D-don't look at me.. please!"

Pria flies on top of his back and crawls up to his ear. She whispers, "We still care and love you. We will fix this! You are still our leader no matter what you look like."
He lifts up his head slowly and looks at her, tears running down his face. He then looks at the others and they all look at him with reassurance. Blackbone's eyes flash red and pushes the others aside. Everyone besides Fafnir and Pria stares at Blackbone and he glares back at them. They look away nervously and he turns to Fafnir. He lightly taps Fafnir's head with his, closing his eyes. "No matter what. You will always be our leader. Don't let this bring you down, Fafnir. You are better than you know," Blackbone says while the others nod their head. Pria flies towards his face and wipes away his tears. "We will get you through this, I promise!," she cheerfully says.
Fafnir nods his head and taps his head to Pria and Blackbone. He looks at both of them in the eye and then to the others. "Thank you, all of you. I.. just need a moment," he says with a slight quiver in his voice.
Everyone walks away, but Blackbone and Pria. Blackbone looks around, making sure that no one was watching. "G-guys, I-," Fafnir abruptly stops talking when Blackbone pulls him into a hug. He stares at Fafnir, glaring at him and whispers in his ear. "If you ever tell anyone that I did this, I won't talk to you for a week." Pria giggles and hugs Blackbone's leg. Fafnir holds Blackbone tighter. As he feels Fafnir's tears streaming down his chest, he lifts up his paw, patting Fafnir's head.

The next day, Fafnir receives a sack with another scatterscroll, titled, oops.
He opens it and immediately uses it.

He runs to the mirror again and stares at himself. "Not so bad.. but..," he sighs. Pria sees Fafnir again and runs up to him. "Your colors changed?! Oh.. it doesn't look as bad as the last one! But...," she looks away. "It's okay, Pria. I know I still look horrible. With the appreciation you, Blackbone, and the others showed me yesterday, I.. don't feel so sad anymore," he pats her head and smiles.

A couple of hours later, another package comes to Symphonic Hollows. Pria picks it up and sees that it is addressed to Fafnir. She flies and gives Fafnir the package. Fafnir opens it and sees a scatterscroll and without a second to lose, he uses it.

"Well, this is definitely an improvement.. but still.. not good," said Pria softly as she gives a mirror to him. Fafnir nodded his head and sighed.

A couple of days later, a dragon gifts Fafnir a skin for him to feel a bit better.



"I'm sorry about your colours," Sokanon says. He leaves and Fafnir says thank you before putting the skin on.

A couple of months later, Fafnir finds a parcel in the front of the lair addressed to his name. He takes it and rips it open, revealing two scatterscrolls. It was from a friend, named Teewie. He takes off with the parcel, everyone in the clan staring at him in curiosity. "P-Pria! Come with me please!," he says desperately. Pria answers, "Coming!," as she flutters after him. Once he found a place with a bit of privacy, he stopped in his tracks. "What's the rush, Fafnir?," she breathes heavily, resting her wings. He removes the skin and shows what's inside of the parcel. "Yes! Use it!," Pria says excitedly, still trying to catch her breath. "Well, here goes nothing."
He uses the scatterscroll and looks at himself in the mirror.

"Oh.. oh my.. no. Not again," Fafnir tears up, holding the last scatterscroll in his hand. "What's the use in trying? I keep getting worse and worse in colors." He sobs, still gripping onto the last scatterscroll. Pria flutters to his head, nuzzling up against him. "You still have one more scroll! Use it, Fafnir. I have a feeling that this one will be good," she says. "And how exactly do you know? These.. these scrolls are nothing, but trouble," he sniffles, hiding his face within his fur. "Well, you can just put the skin back on if anything," she flutters to his paw and nudges it. Fafnir lifts up his head and wipes his tears. He lifts the scatterscroll and with a deep breath, uses it. He closes his eyes in fear of what he turned out to look like. "Oh.. my.. goodness..," Pria says in a shocked tone. "Is it that bad?," Fafnir quivers. "Open your eyes, Fafnir," she says, still in shock. Fafnir slowly opens his eyes and looks into the mirror. He stares in disbelief.

"No. No.. this.. this is impossible. I.. I can't possibly-," Pria cuts him off, covering his mouth. "I'm going to tell them," Pria says with a big grin on her face. "No! No, please don't Pr-," she cuts his speech again and she yells, "GUYS! COME AND CHECK OUT FAFNIR!!" Loud rumbles and shuffling can be heard coming closer and closer by the second. Fafnir nervously turns away from the noise, hiding his head again. "Shh, please!," Pria says, putting a reassuring paw on Fafnir's. Fafnir lifts up his head slowly, turns to Pria and nods. He turns around and everyone stared in shock. Silence brushed along the area that you could hear the rustling of the leaves from the tress. "U-um.. do you guys like it? I think I am going to stay with this look," Fafnir says shyly. Everyone at once starting saying in different variations: 'yes!,' 'I love your new look!,' 'you look good,' and many more. Fafnir smiled softly, his eyes glimmering with delight. "Thanks, everyone. This was a rough journey, but it paid off in the end. Thank you all, so much for your support," Fafnir says as Pria gives him a big hug. Fafnir chuckles and one by one, they all hug Fafnir and return to their business, cheerful that their leader has finally found an appearance that he enjoys.