Ambrosia

You may think Ambrosia is a simple rose gardener, and, you'd be right. But she wasn't always this innocent. Just like a rose, she may be beautiful and brings good things, but beneath all the deceiving charm, she hides her thorns.

Ambrosia had just been sent on her final quest. After this, she would bury the hatchet, literally. She was a high ranked assassin, only hired by deadly serious clients. She was known for her swift and elusive kills.

She flew quickly and silently through the clouds, eyes on her target. An imperial duchess that goes by the name, Treasure. Her scales radiated gold, diamond blue, and emerald green, and that's not including the pounds of jewelry draping her. Her goal was to kill and plunder the duchess and her crew. Ambrosia scanned their formation. Two guardian guardians, most likely for protection and sacrifice. And two wildclaw knights, one specialized in melee because of the sword, and the other specialized in range, because of the bow. She would have taken out the bowman first.

She dove out of nowhere, throwing three daggers at the archer. One embedded itself in the archer's uniform, the other two cut into the flesh of its neck. With a screech of agony, the archer fell to the ground, lifeless. The other dragons jumped into action, their heads swiveling in search of the threat. One of the guardians spotted her, growled, and signaled the wildclaw to her location. The wildclaw nodded and leaped into the air, a sword is drawn, and persisted after Ambrosia. It was a battle of iron and wit and a hint of tear dust, but in the end, the wildclaw could only scratch Ambrosia before its throat was slit, and it plummeted to the ground. The guardians were easy, sure, they were heavily armored and had venom tipped talons, but they were no match for the wrath of Ambrosia's bullet ants. At last, the duchess was exposed. Ambrosia bowed to her. "Forgive me, oh high one." Ambrosia made her death painless.

Of course, all that was in the past now. Vile memories buried in her mind like rose roots in the soil. Even though she now stuck to beheading flowers rather than dragons, she never planted any color of rose but blood-red; in memory to all those who lost their lives to the cruel and merciless talons, of Ambrosia

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Darkness is such a strange thing, like ice, it has three states solid, liquid, and gas, but with a twist. Since it is a sort of mystical material, it doesn't fall under the laws of science, only able to change states by the user. In solid form its almost completely black aside from a very tiny shade of red at its center, like a candle in the dark, when a non-user touches it, it's like getting winded, if hit by a sharp point it will penetrate and quickly infect. As a liquid its thick, sticky, and has a pungent smell of ink, it can act like quicksand or just plain coat and suffocate people. As a gas its quite strange, it is able to pass through solid material with ease, suffocate, and eat away like acid. As a whole Darkness is an odd thing.

For Ambrosia it was an inky black cover, coating her with a shell of shadows to conceal her from prying eyes. The dragon clung to the wall, claws digging into its stone bricks. Her eyes glowed with a predatory gleam as she peered into the window ahead of her. The window was covered with frost, the winter months have started to take its toll.

It was a simple sweep job, just get in and get out. Nothing out of the normal, which was great for her because she wanted to be done with her contract as quickly as possible. The item she was meant to grab was a simple vile, it was an antidote for some illness if she remembered correctly, the dragon was only half listening when her contract spoke.

Inside the room was quite homey, a cushioned area laid to the far left corner with a fire on the opposite end. A bookcase filled with scrolls and… Well... books filled up most of the room, shelves holding vials and bottles of unknown substances lines the walls. A desk sat in the very center, made of dark spruce and decorated with gold on its edges. The item is supposed to be in there.

Ambrosia opened the window quite easily, it was unlocked. She wedged it up and pulled herself into the room, wiggling gently to fit her wings. A blanket of warm air covered her being, the dragon’s body tingling with the temperature difference. She fixed the mask on her face to make it secure, then crawled over to the desk to find what she came for. Unfortunately, it seemed that they were locked. Great.

She grabbed some lockpicks from under her ear and worked at them. With a skilled twist of her wrist the drawer unlocked with a small click. Ambrosia slowly open it to create no noise and picked up the vial. It was wrapped in a maroon satin cloth, tied together with simple twin.

Just as she was going to examine it closer, footsteps sounded behind the other side of the door. In a panic, Ambrosia grasped the item with a firm grip, slammed the drawer harshly, flew out the window, closing it was a loud slam.

She drew a sharp breath when she turned a corner, rushing down the streets and alleys to get to the contract. A house surrounded by an oak fence came into view. Everywhere around it was surrounded by shadows that were cast by the building. Torches that hung on the walls were unlit and blades of grass poked out from the bushes.

Ambrosia quickly rushed inside, eager to get this done and over with. She wandered through the halls and doorways for a little while before making a sharp right at the end of the corridor. When she opened the door, there in the middle sat a very shady looking ridgeback. Very shady, mostly because he was colored black but he seemed like a sketchy guy.

She dropped the vial into his open hand and gave him an expectant look, waiting for payment. She was never one for pointless chitchat. The ridgeback examined the bottle before he saw Ambrosia’s expression, annoyance clear in her eyes. He gestured for the fae that stood in the corner, and they complied, dropping a silk pouched filled with gems inside at her feet.

Her eyes lingered on the fae for a moment before she took the pouch into her claws and searched through, satisfied with a job well done. Though she was interrupted by a throat clearing before she could take her leave. A male skydancer stood in the doorway, green and venomous to look at. He held a soft smile on his face as he gazed at Ambrosia.

“ Erebus? What are you doing here?” She asked quietly, but you can hear the confusion in her voice clearly.

The skydancer gave a slight chuckle at her confusion, finding it cute that she didn't know. “ You said you would only be gone for two hours, tops.”

“And?”

“ Its been ten.”

“ Oh.” She didn't know what to say, how had she lost track of time so easily? And ten hours? Had she been looking or the house for that long? Almost sensing her distress, Erebus walked over to his love and nuzzled her softly, closing his eyes.

“ You lost track of time again, didn't you?”
“ Maybe….. How has it been ten hours? Has it really been that long?”

Her questions were answered with a simple nod of the skydancer’s head. She gave off a sigh and was about to speak when she was interrupted by the ridgeback coughing.

“ Who is this dragon? Why is he here?”
Ambrosia gave him a cold look and simply told him they were together. Not wanting to give off too much information about their personal lives. The ridgeback gave the pair a disgusted look, eyeing the skydancer mostly.

“ Why are you with such a disgusting creature? Surely you could do much better.”

Now that really ****** her off, but she was held back by Erebus embracing her with his wings. Blocking her body from lunging at the dragon. The ridgeback seemed to be a little scared at the look of death he was receiving from Ambrosia, and even more so from the dead look and wicked grin from the skydancer.

“ I would watch your tongue, Mister. You never know who might just pull it out. And for a matter of fact, this is the best, most talented dragon to ever grace the land. But I guess your small, primitive mind can't seem to understand that.” Her mouth pulled back to release a snarl, baring her fangs as much as she could. Her voice was coated with poison, almost spitting the words with such hatred. She could feel Erebus’ chest rumble as he let out a small laugh at her words. Even the fae seemed to snicker at them.

The ridgeback hated to be humiliated, and he was clueless to the danger that lurked beneath Ambrosia's eyes. That made for quite a hopeless dragon. He stood up to his full height, which was quite intimidating for most, and gave a cocky smirk.

“ But darling, you would look so much better with me.” And that was the sentence that nearly ended him.

Ambrosia jumped onto the ridgeback, escaping Erebus’ embrace, and knocked him to the floor. She stood above him menacingly, her face almost touching his. Her eyes gleamed with such malice that he almost fainted in fear. She took her left claw off of his shoulder and forced his mouth open, gripping his tongue tightly between her talons, leaving tiny red scratches. She gave off a twisted smile, fangs appearing longer than they usually are, and spoke.

“ You have no idea who you are dealing with. So let me make this as simple as I can for you, pest. Erebus it the best damn thing in this world, and you should treat him with respect. You have no right or authority to call him such things, so you better apologize or your tongue is going to be ripped from your rotten mouth. Do I make myself clear?” To emphasis her point, she gave a harsh tug on the muscle she held in her claws.

To say the ridgeback was scared would be an understatement. He looked petrified, color seemed to somehow drain from his face, and he nodded his head rapidly. Ambrosia got off of him, eyes cold and menacing as she gave him a look of expectancy. He started to apologize profusely to the skydancer, who held a look of pure amusement. He stumbled over his words and his speech was stuttered, but he got his point across.

Ambrosia and Erebus walked out the door, pouch in hand. The pearlcatcher more than satisfied. The skydancer looked to the side to gaze at her with an endearing gaze, loving her so much. Though his thoughts were broken when he heard a group of tundra talk as he walked by.

“ What is with that creature? He looks so hideous.”

“ Why is he covered with green? It makes him look rotted.”

“ Why is that pearlcatcher with him? She could do so much better.”

He heard a small growl emanated from beside him. Ambrosia looks ready to kill. He gave a small sigh as he watched her walk up to the tundra. Oh, boy.