Orin

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. . Orin __________________________________________________________________________ (Cursed) Trinket Carver

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Really, Orin thought, it was unfair that they expected so much from him.

Across the table, Pax, the clan leader, seemed to be staring into his very soul. This was despite there being a blindfold over the other Wildclaw’s eyes, which did nothing the dampen the very strong sense of disappointment coming from the older dragon. Uncomfortable, Orin shifted slightly. Like a shark smelling blood, Pax took the opportunity to finally address him.

“I have made many exceptions for you, Orin, do you understand that? As harmless as you are, many aren’t so thrilled with your tricks.” Pax paused a moment to let his disapproval sink in before continuing. “I know you were born to the Woods, trickery is in your blood, but you’re one of us now. You mustn’t let your own lack of self control affect how the clan thinks of you, especially as an outsider. Do you understand me?”

The trinkets covering Orin’s body clinked loudly with the force Orin nodded. If he agreed readily enough perhaps the intimidating presence of the clan leader wouldn’t be quite as pressing. “Of course, I understand.” Orin choked out, giving his best charming smile. Despite his agreement, Pax took another moment of considering him before exiting the room with only a curt nod of his own. As soon as the other dragon’s tail flicked around the corner, Orin nearly fell to the ground in relief. After waiting another moment to make sure Pax wouldn’t reappear, Orin opened his fist and stared into his latest carving that laid in his palm. The carving was that of a small Lightweaver bust, shimmering slightly with some charm he couldn’t quite remember placing on it.

Orin glared at the offending trinket for several long moments, debating on what to do with it. It was so much like the ones he had crafted in the past, beautiful and easy to sell but burdened by some enchantment that he could never guess. It wasn’t until another dragon wore it that he would get to know.

He should throw it off a cliff to never be found. He really should.

Everyone thought that it was trickery that ran in his veins, but really, what he had was much worse- curiosity. So instead of doing what he knew he should do, Orin tucked the wood piece into a pouch. Without another moment of hesitation, Orin strode out of the room and towards the loud commotion coming from the clan center. He’d just find out what this last one did, and then he’d be done.

Of course, that’s what he had said last time.

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