Horace
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i-is anyone there? i just want to go home...
Gilda
Glittering Jeweler
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This dragon’s natural inborn element is Earth.
Male Imperial
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Personal Style
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Measurements
Length
28.49 m
Wingspan
16.27 m
Weight
7868.21 kg
Genetics
Orca
Falcon
Falcon
Orca
Peregrine
Peregrine
Grey
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Contour
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Level 1 Imperial
EXP: 0 / 245
STR
6
AGI
6
DEF
6
QCK
5
INT
8
VIT
8
MND
6
Biography
H O R A C E
the runaway healer
Something is amiss in the healer's den.
A passing Imperial's body is carried through Notus Silver's territory to its mortician, one who knows that only she holds the knowledge to keep this creature from turning into a monster. At this point, Horace is a mere herbalist, unaware that the body is a much greater omen than most believe it is. Regalia visits the medical den after consulting her guard, asking all her clanmates to be watchful of any suspicious individuals roaming the nearby plains of Dragonhome.
"They're definitely dragon-made wounds. Be ready if someone comes in here."
Horace takes her words to heart. Though the Guardian and his mother are still awkward around each other, he trusts his queen's word. He trusts his fellow medics, too. He trusts them with his life, because they're his partners and clanmates. They wouldn't hurt him.
There's a Skydancer in the den that Horace is quite attached to. Her name is Angelina, and she is a beautiful thing, a bit younger than Horace and a quiet, polite soul. She hardly speaks, but she always gives him a smile, and he smiles back. On his days off, he invites her for walks, though her mother is never far behind.
Then, Andraste stops following. Lets the two go off on their little dates, even happily socializes with Lola during her off hours.
The Spiral, the odd harlequin that calls the moon, is the first to warn Horace of anything.
"Oh, you poor thing," he says with a honey-sweetness to his voice that makes Horace feel ill, "Your family is drawn to misfortune, isn't it? That Skydancer, the one you're so sweet on...You shouldn't trust her at all."
"W...What?"
"Did you not know? Pity. Her mother doesn't particularly care for Imperials. Should have seen how she looked at that corpse."
When Horace takes a few steps back, the Spiral twists and flutters over, coiling around his antler.
"You don't trust your queen's oldest friend? Come now. You've heard her speak of the Mother."
"...The...The Lightweaver, right?"
"Yes. And you should hear what Andraste heard from her good, benevolent Mother..."
Horace wanders away from the territory that night when he realizes Angelina is gone. When he comes back, there is blood dripping from his eye, and Angelina is back at the camp, anxiously welcoming him into the medical den.
Spittle drips from her face. She is already in the throes of death, and Horace has unwittingly placed his claws within a pile of herbs she's been fiddling with. Her claws are soaked with blood, and though Horace does what he can, the toxicologist is called before her poisoning progresses further.
Hemlock is found throughout his belongings, and the clan's doubts about his innocence begin to waver.
A Pearlcatcher holds a clawful of golden feathers. Her daughter was always so terrible at cleaning up after her own deeds.
In the end, Horace runs from his trial. No matter how much love his clan's king and queen have towards their kingdom, their courts cannot be perfect, and he would rather live free and troubled than condemned near clanmates who wish him dead. He quietly leaves by nightfall.
Then he is followed. Followed to the sea, where he plans to make his new home.
It's his sister who arrives by his side.
"Lorelei?"
"I thought you might try to run. Mom did, too. You always had a knack for getting yourself into trouble."
"...I'm sorry, Lorelei. I thought she was - I don't - I..."
"...Shh, don't be...Ohhh, you big softie. Here, I brought you a gift. For...For while you're out here, and while I'm back home trying to clear your name."
She hands him a few candles, each one hanging in the air around him and lighting itself.
"They'll never go out or melt away, and they'll always be there for you. They're Imperial spirits, so they know more than any other dragons would about watching over you, and they won't let her hurt you anymore."
"But...S...Sis. You're sure? They're not gonna hurt me?"
"No. They won't. And if they do...I will be here to stop them. Remember, you're my brother, always. Nobody hurts you so long as I'm here."
Horace gives his sister one final hug before retreating into his seaside den, letting the scent of saltwater fill his nostrils as the soft crashing of ocean waves lulls him to sleep.
Horace currently resides in a den by the coast of Dragonhome, leaving frequently to wander through towns and visit other clans as a healer. Lorelei still hasn't managed to dig up evidence that her brother was framed - Not a footprint, not a feather, nothing. Horace, however, is happy with his new life - He leaves to gather herbs, returns home to prepare his remedies, and then leaves again to cure the ill, as he had always hoped to do. He lives a lonely existence, but he is content in his loneliness.
Or so he tells himself, late at night, as he remembers his family and weeps.
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