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Ardor

(#45895953)

Level 25 Guardian

Familiar

Sweetsong Reaper

Energy: 50/50

Personal Style

Apparel

Skin

Scene

Physical Attributes

Battle Stats

Measurements

Length

17.84 m

Wingspan

16.77 m

Weight

12106.73 kg

Genetics

Turquoise
Python

Chartreuse
Noxtide

Sanddollar
Filigree

Hatchday

Oct 09, 2018
(5 years)

Breed

Adult
Guardian

Eye Type

Light
Rare

Level 25 Guardian

Max Level

STR

103

AGI

DEF

QCK

INT

VIT

MND

Lineage

Parents

Lauryl
Diana

Offspring

Biography

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Ardor Fleur de Lis.
↠ Scribe

"And now was acknowledged the presence of the Red Death. He had come like a thief in the night. And one by one dropped the revellers in the blood-bedewed halls of their revel, and died each in the despairing posture of his fall..."

The first drawing of breath tasted of iron and his ears were filled with the noise of gears turning, clicking, keeping the city everly moving. And he was not alone either, at his side, his twin brother, golden eyed and just as confused as he was. The children cried out and their wails were met with lilting coos, with gentle hands taking hold of them and the cradling against a warm body. Father has arrived.

During it all, their whole childhood, it had always been like this. His father being the soft one, the easily pushed over one, velvet to soften the edge of their mother’s unyielding steel. And it worked well like this, his father wondering, exploring the world just as wide eyed as his children, his wife in the backdrop, biting down a bellowing chuckle at her husband’s misadventures into the mundane.

It was peaceful, normal, sweet even, adoring those easier times was easy, especially when time started to finally flow its intended way, when his body lost the softness of childhood, became longer, stronger, ready to step over the swell into adulthood, other instincts awoke as well. Instincts that brought forth restless nights of heat and confusion. Because when he dreamt, it was of his brother’s turned back, of the way he tilted his head and bared his neck, of the way Lyndal smiled and the corner of his eyes crinkled. He knew of the small scar on his twin’s hip, but was it natural to want to kiss it better?

Heat drove him mad and it had little to do with summer breaking down on them in sweltering steps. His father, ever the sweet one, eternally caring and motherly, tried to find out, to take away the pain plaguing his son, but all he could do was lash out in fear of being discovered. If he was discovered, they would think of him as a monster. He barely dared to look at his brother’s general direction, afraid someone could read his sickened desires in his features. And then it became too much. He had stolen his brother’s pillow and held it like one would hold a lover. Had hid his face against silk and feathers, too weak to suppress it any longer.

The next time, Iron City stopped near the Undying City, he snuck off into the darkness. Leaving behind a letter that he was fine and went to work in the Empire and that it had to happen fast, he hid behind flimsy apologies, thought time and distance would lessen the fury of this desire as it raged within his own guts. And he tried so hard too, picked up the coat of a diplomat within Open Secrets, married a Knight and had some children too. The youngest didn’t make it past her toddler years before the Blight came and claimed her, but the other two lived and thrived.

Yet, he should have known better. Because the desire never went away, letters were all he could ever do, write and write until the ink ran out and his fingers were covered in blisters from holding the pen too tightly. He wrote so many letters, yet never sent one away. How could he anyways? Send a letter that detailed how he slept with his wife but imagined it was his twin? Sick, they would call him. Worse. They would push him down the Pit.

So he burnt the letters, hoped in between the smoke and the ashes, to lose this part of him forever. He was dead wrong.

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