Stark

___________________________________________________________ Stark Claws and Flesh

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♛ Teeth and Bone ♛ _________________________

B I O G R A P H Y ______ Stark heaved as she swallowed down the insects. Oh, it made her so sick. She couldn’t take it anymore. Maybe her appetite could be satisfied, but not her hunger. Never her hunger. Not with this… Garbage. No, she wanted food. Real food. Something that could maybe, just maybe, help her. Her vision blurry, Stark focused on the thump, thump, thump of footfalls, rhythmic yet chaotic at the same time. A blur of color rushed at her. Red, green, purple, white… She couldn’t tell. When did she fall to the ground? Who knows. What she did know was that the blur was standing next to her. When did it come over? Who cares. What mattered was that it smelled oh so delicious. It felt like a second later. Stark opened her eyes to see red. A lot of red. Animal blood? No, it didn’t smell right. It was blood, though. Blood she could recognize within a heartbeat. Being a former warrior, even for a short duration of time, can get you conditioned to certain things. When you see dragon blood, you don’t react. When you realize that the thing between your teeth is a bit too large to be intestines of small prey, though… You tend to panic. That was the first time Stark had done it. She can still remember the cause. Stark had accidentally wandered upon some witch’s land without even a clue, and as punishment, she was cursed with eternal hunger. No, those weren’t the exact conditions… The witch believed her to be some hero. And she was, back in the day. The witch claimed that her hunger could only be satisfied by the blood of a dragon. She had been horrified. Her pure, compassionate heart couldn’t stand the thought of killing innocents just to feed herself. Just like a hero of legend, she would sacrifice herself. That didn’t work, obviously. Living isolated in the forest, starving… The first traveler that came upon her? Dead before he knew it. Ripped to shreds, then devoured. Oh, and it felt so good. To feel something other than hunger, even for a short while. And she wanted more. Now, most heroes of legend don’t go corrupt. But, there’s always the previous hero, the doomed one. The one that was supposed to save the world, but succumbed to evil. The one that is supposed to remind the hero to never follow in their footsteps. Life isn’t a fairytale. Heroes don’t exist. Stark has a clan. Who doesn’t? It’s perfect. In a location where all travelers must go through to get to other clans. Many go other routes, but the unlucky few that have never heard of the stories wander down her path. With just a glance into her eyes, you’ll find yourself practically offering yourself up to her, like a sacrifice. The others in her clan barely know she exists, considering how isolated she is. They can’t stop her. Really, no one can stop hunger. Such a powerful natural force can’t be stopped. Stark is no hero, though is she a villain? Or a victim? credit to @Neraida for this awesome lore! ______ _

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old lore ew
Now for my parts!

Stark always knew she couldn't love. after all, if she did, she probably would have eaten her lover alive, only broken skulls and shattered wings remaining of what Stark could have loved, if not for this curse that befell her.

However, one day, she met a dragon. One that seemed... Different to say the least. Always wandering around the alleyways of the clan at night, never seeming to cling onto a single place for long. Stark chose that dragon, at first, to be her next prey item, since very little dragons seemed to pay any mind to him.

His name? Enif, a very special name for a seemingly non-special dragon..