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Bismuth returned from his trip to lightning flight a bit dazed, he quickly dropped into his workshop and shut the doors, locking them and barring them. For awhile, no one saw him leave. Not even the usual music could be heard. Then bismuth requested a nearby guard to call over charm.

Charm came over as quickly as she could, worried for her mate. He lead her inside swiftly, once more locking the door. Before charm could question him, she saw an even odder sight. A little dragonet, a skydancer, sitting ontop the bag bismuth had been carrying earlier. Bismuth cleared his throat, nervously fidgiting with a jack as he prepared himself.

“I told you about the bad things that happen in lightning flight, didn’t i?…”

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With murky origins, this (formerly) nameless dragon was always one to be cautious of as a child. Unable to be near other kids incase his electric blue spines sparked up. Sheltered from others and feared by all when he got into his ‘bad mood’.

He could become a screaming ball of electricity at the slightest poke and many times it was considered to just kick him out. As he got older, thanks to the robots and sentinel miths he befriended, he learned to space out and just get a job done. To somewhat dull his emotions enough to avoid another outburst.

He for a long time had no real purpose, except a ticking time bomb. He was being trained as a guard but his pacifist stance was too powerful to overcome, even with cabaleta’s scariness. As a last ditch hope, Mountainwing opted to bring him along for hunting. But he wasn’t very good and it seemed he was on the path of either guard or exile.

But in that hunting trip, his purpose and name was found…




By KixsusKat