scourge

The Imperials fell to the ground, blood the color of their scales shining on the charred ground. A Pearlcatcher stood over them, yelling, "Long live the Rebellion!" And with a single stab, that was the last her parents would hear.

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The tiny Imperial slowly crawled across the ground, carefully avoiding the shoots of lava that spit out from the craters surrounding her. If she could just make it...Out of the land of fire...

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The Wilds were the most beautiful place that Scourge had ever seen. Flowers and vines circled the huge trunks. It was a comfortable warm, and a stream ran quietly under her talons. Soon,she would have to return. But for now, beautiful.

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She was back. Back to the land of fire and fighting, ash and smoke, flames and cinders. Back to fight in the place her parents once held.

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The pain was intense, the claws yet anouther Pearlcatcher, standing in the place of their own parents.

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She wrapped the gauze around her eyes. Blinded. She was only guided by the feel of the smooth fabric agianst her eyes. She knew she was no longer deserving of her place in the war. She needed to move on, even if it pained her. But where? She remebered a place she had heard about, where only the strong survived.

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It was a twist of fate, perhaps, that years later, a gentle, kind light entered her life. He was sweet, a little awkward, and always tried to help her find peaceful solutions to problems. Osiris was a calming influence, and he seemed to always try to make her happy.
As time went on, Scourge and Osiris grew closer, though Osiris had been smitten with her almost instantly. Osiris' den was like a refuge from the world, where Scourge could drop her guard and relax occasionally.
The scythe blade was icy cold beneath her talons, its bone handle made smooth by several millennia of use. Death's Scythe. The very blade that could sever a soul and steal it from the body. Osiris had warned her not to use it, as it would summon the blade's master, that Death would take her, but she didn't care.
What did she have to lose?
Scourge swung the blade, feeling it slice through the air as though the air itself were nonexistent. She felt only the slightest tug as it cut through the body of a small animal, probably a mouse. A rush of power filled her, and she grinned. The grin faded, however, as she heard the swish of a ragged cloak in the wind behind her.
The Blade, Scourge. Return it to me The voice hissed.

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The fight was over quickly,with Scourge hacking Death himself nearly to pieces.
You fought well... a worthy opponent. He rasped, From where she had pinned him in the grass. He vanished,
reappearing a little further away as Scourge turned away from him, silent. She snapped at him to just leave, but the
entity stayed where he was.
...As a reward for besting me in combat, I will grant you one wish. Anything. He said, and Scourge went quiet for some time, considering the offer. Her one wish. Then,finally,she knew. (This lore was made by TheAceCase and SmolderingFlame)




Theme song(s): Radio Play (feat. Edward Bosco & Black Gryph0n)-https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YGYHcfozXqY&list=PLi5qyZnbMggEcxQ7arLlseKvKwDKgd3o6&index=6
RADIO SILENCE: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HmQEZ3xKOBg

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