Blodyn

“The glowing forge emits a soothing warmth, embracing the world in transformative crimson. Molten glass smokes in a gentle midday breeze, clearing until it shimmers under the sun. Parades of vibrant orange splashes and terracotta clay stain shining scales. Each ticking minute is a currency, carefully spent in the little things: untangling string and clipping delicate golden chains, infinite sketches for one perfect design. The art itself comes alive, dancing across the room: dynamic broad strokes march confidently through canvases; fine little etchings carry a certain sternness and structure; within it all, her heart beats in tandem. And somewhere out there, the fire children hear. They listen closely, claws grasped about brushes dipped in golden paint, and they sing.” — By @Desol | Writing Shop Options :: Prim >> blend, skink Sec >> safari, patchwork, toxin Tert >> okapi, filigree, ghost, spines Breed >> noc, snap, wildclaw Eye >> primal vial Who is she? >> ????? >> smol fire enclave’s deity, the furnace singer >> demi-god? powerful spirit? protective spirit? patron saint? >> lived once, ancient time ago, on sornieth as a normal dragon - made decorative things (pottery, paints for pottery, jewelry, paperweights, trinkets, nothing that couldn’t bring joy) - lived in a large prosperous fire city/community - craved small/close knit found family - died - from ??? became current spirit lifeform - can’t remember past life too well, but impressions remain >> likes - treasure, a moderate amount of jewelry, bitter wine, dark shiny rocks >> dislikes - cold air, clear/white crystals, war banners

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Blodyn is now a deceased-turned-deity/patron saint of fire-based art, who is generous but doesn't have any attachment over her past life, which she only has impressions of. She is not the spitfire, flared-up type of passionate creativity, but the steady burning of it, like the evenly timed pouring of molten glass. When living, she craved small/close knit found family while working in a giant bustling city, and in death, has now found it in the small fire enclave that has settled near her (undiscovered) ancient remains. Having been gently revered/worshiped by them (for creative inspiration, protection, and self-confidence), were they to move, she would follow and still be their patron.