Seraphim
(#67310986)
"And thus, the curtain closes on an old story."
Familiar
Lux Spectre
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Energy: 0/50
This dragon’s natural inborn element is Light.
Male Wildclaw
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Personal Style
Apparel
Skin
Scene
Measurements
Length
4.13 m
Wingspan
4.38 m
Weight
453.96 kg
Genetics
Flaxen
Wasp
Wasp
Sunshine
Bee
Bee
Sunshine
Filigree
Filigree
Hatchday
Breed
Eye Type
Level 1 Wildclaw
EXP: 0 / 245
STR
8
AGI
9
DEF
6
QCK
5
INT
5
VIT
6
MND
6
Biography
"A life spent traveling is a life spent in fulfillment." his mother tells him, bleary-eyed and coughing, moments before she dies right in front of him.
So, he take up traveling. He'd always been somewhat of an artist; preferring to weave new worlds and creatures and people into his stories, his poetry. For a time, it works plenty fine to distract him from his Mother's death, and bards had become all the rage as of late. So he lived on the run from his past, from his failures as a son. Anyone could see it but him, the running. If you called it running to his face Seraphim would laugh and shrug and weave any number of reasons as to why you were wrong. But you weren't. He'd run and run and run until his legs grew sore and his stories sounded fake even to his own ears, yet he kept on running.
The running led him right into the arms of a Prince. A handsome, distant Prince with dreams sparkling in his eyes and lies dripping from his tongue. He stopped running then, entranced beyond belief by one who had no stories to tell but held so many in his every movement. Seraphim called it love, in his head, even though he knew he was less than dirt in the eyes of the Prince- that Anaideia would only ever see him as a means to an end. This time Seraphim didn't run, couldn't bring himself to when the beautiful and terrible visage of the Prince haunted his every waking and resting moment. He did, however, fall into the arms of someone else, someone with a story written and open to the world, someone without even a single lie on his lips. This someone- a guard at one of the prince's many estates, wore his stories in the scars on his skin, the crook in his tail, the cracks in his horns. He held stories of war and triumph, of a light shining bright enough to scream "Here I am world, and I have survived."
And even though Seraphim would call this new relationship love, could feel it in every heated glance and stolen moment, he still could not pull himself away from the Prince. He could not tear himself away from those honeyed words and burning eyes, or from the trouble he knew hid in every step that his beloved Prince took. He'd heard the Prince speak, perhaps a little too fondly, of the guards before. His guard. But he never questioned it, never ran from the beautifully constructed bird-cage of lies his Prince had trapped him in.
And there he stayed. Trapped. Flightless. Singing only to his loves, to the void in his heart and in his head. And eventually, his Prince would get bored with him- would grab him by his cage and toss him away. After all, a bird with clipped wings was a useless bird indeed.
In hindsight, he should resent himself for letting it get this far, for going from a well-kept secret to being the royal plaything. He doesn't, however, regret it in the slightest. No matter how many times he sees the evidence, the outright proof that he hardly matters to the Prince, he ignores it in favor of his own budding love. Even though he knows he's not much more than a fling in the grand scheme of things, he can't help but revel in the affections of his Prince, lapping up every stolen glance and loving whisper as if he were a hound searching for scraps. And, in a way, he was just that- a starving dog hungry for anything the Prince had to give him.
Even if it was fake, Seraphim had never felt a love like this. Never been so thoroughly enjoyed by another being. Not even his mother. So he kept basking in the Princes affections, kept searching for any scraps he could get. He'd follow the Prince to strategy meetings and open forums, sitting tall and pretty with the express purpose of enraging the King. Hell, if it brought him more time with the Prince, more stolen moments and tender words, he'd do anything.
Perhaps, if you asked him right, he just might be willing, no crazy enough, to help kill a King.
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