Name: Bloodleak Blues Word Count: 300 Note: - Prompt: - Donated By: CoyoteFlowers Status: On hold for GloriousFlarea

Occupation: Disguise Master for the Blackwing Valkyries

Personality: Skittish, jumpy, slightly judgmental, observant, speaks their mind, protests quite a bit when they don't agree with something, fidgety, creative, weirded out by a lot of things and sometimes not very clear what weirds them out, slightly sad or unhappy, slight bit of pushover, likes to stay clean, oddball, unsure, did I mention skittish?


They left me. They took a different path. My line of blood's beginning was ending. They both left to serve the Stormcatcher, but I had begged them not to go. I couldn't see them again unless I went to serve with them, but somebody had to stay behind and continue our legacy. We were gorgeous dragons, and we had established a tradition to teach our young how to create such magnificent looks with cosmetics and apparel. I had to continue that.
But as time wore on, our reputation died with them, and I couldn't do much about it. Maybe the popularity went down because the originals were gone. Maybe the materials needed were too expensive. Maybe they just weren't attracted to my tastes. Whatever the case, I was lost, and the treasure had dwindled in the attempts to bring us back. So I moved on, and left the care of the Stormcatcher for a new land.
I flew far and wide, visiting the different flights, looking for one who would accept a dragon like me with talents like mine, but not many showed interest. I heard of the wind flight. Cheerful and full of dancers and happy dragons. Dragons who seemed like they could appreciate a little fashion. I flew there from the Sea of a Thousand Currents in the final and desperate hopes I would find the best market there could be, and I believe my search had finally paid off. Until I got into trouble with a shady group of dragons that is.
The group was there when the rich costumer had come through. They stopped by my shop in the Swiftwind village and demanded I make them one of my finest works. They demanded of me the most ridiculous of costumes, and by costumes I mean an outrageous design. A design that wouldn't match their scales at all, and would most certainly make them look absolutely goofy. I asked them if they were sure they wanted the requested materials and warned them that they could clash with them and each other, and they immediately jumped down my throat about it. I didn't like them at all, especially when their escorts pressured me into doing as he said, despite not needing too. I agreed to do it and told him the price and he threw an even bigger hissy fit. One of the guards pulled their spear out and pointed it at me on his command and I backed into a corner. In a flash of blue and black, a coatl had come down from the ceiling of my shop and took out the guardian guard and then a blue skydancer took out the other. In a flash a purple banescale came thundering down and pinned down the rich spiral and sliced him open like a sack of potatoes. I was mortified, and was freaked out by how much blood stained my feathers, but I kept my eye on the three. They all looked up, and the banescale came forth and talked to me.
"Sorry you had to see that, lassy. We've been hunting that no-good evil-doer for almost a week now. The dragon just can't sit still. We didn't think he would get so overly violent now, but that's on the client for not telling us he can be like that outside of his flight zone," they had said, "I'm afraid your business might have to be shut down if this leaves a bad mark on your reputation. So let's try to keep this between you and me, yeah?"
I shakily blurted out my many questions, "Who are you? What was that all about? You aren't going to kill me for witnessing that? What do you mean client? What do you mean by hunting? Why shouldn't I tell others what happened here? Are they dead?!"
"Aye, aye, turn it down lassy and take a breather. Try not to let yourself panic too hard or you'll give yourself a stroke. Now... take a deep breath with me. Ready? One...... Two.......Three......," she said quietly, inhaling between each count. I did it with her, not thinking about it and just doing it. It helped me a little I guess, as she smiled at me calmly, "There. Now. Let's start with the introductions. I am Shadowflare, and that is Stormseige and Neptune. We were hired to kill that spiral and his crew by a client we cannot, unfortunately, give the name to. We've been following them for a while until we thought we could get them alone, but we had no idea you had set up shop out here on the outskirts of Swiftwind for travelers like him, so we had no way of knowing that you would have to see that, much less be a victim to his dastardly behaviors."
The Coatl, Stormseige, waved with one of their mechanical wing blades while the blue one in armor snorted, definitely not in warm greeting. I glanced around at them all and pressed against the wall a little more.
"You aren't going to let me live, are you?" I asked in hushed whisper. Shadowflare shook their head vigorously.
"Oh no no no no! We don't do that if we can help it. We do not kill witnesses, especially if they can help us or were victimized before we took action, although we do normally wipe their minds if they were a victim and can't help us..." Shadowflare said, "Speaking of which. I can do that now for you if you like..."
She began to reach towards me as her claws began to glow blue and water began to form around it. I could feel tears begin to be pulled from my eyes, the liquid glowing as memories began to slip and fade. I struggled against it and cried out.
"NO! I want to keep my memories!" I shouted. The banescale stopped, not really expecting that.
'Why not lassy? Most dragons we meet don't want their memories. It's scary to them. So why would you want to keep them?" Shadowflare asked, slightly confused.
"Because," I replied, "I don't want my mind being tampered with, and they may come back anyways so what's the point?"
I was so panicked, I didn't even know why I wanted the memories. Why did I want to keep them? Why shouldn't I forget them? I didn't know what I was thinking, or if I was thinking at all, but I didn't want my mind to become goo tears.
"Well, you can't offer us anything though. What could you possibly help us with?" Shadowflare asked. The coatl, Stormseige, spoke up in coatl tongue, the sounds all but pleasant. The banescale turned to look at them, listening intently.
"OH! You're so very right! That's such a good idea!" Shadowflare said with a bright smile. She turned to me and I gulped, not having understood a screech the coatl had said.
"How good are you with cosmetics and costumes?" Shadowflare asked with a grin. I blinked at her.
"I'm exceptionally good. It's my life's work..." I answered hesitantly.
"Great! We need a disguise master! Mooncaller will be so pleased! Let's go introduce you then and get you all official and such lassy," she said a little giddily, taking my claws in hers and guiding me out the door. I stepped around the corpses as the other two followed. Neptune huffed unhappily and followed us, grumbling about not being able to keep every pet they find. I tried to pay no mind to her as I followed Shadowflare. I had no idea what I had gotten myself into....




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