Luscure

[”I don’t understand.. I never understood in the first place..”]


When he was born he was perceived as a cursed child. wandering home to home only to be abandoned once they had realized whom they had taken into their home. Nobody wanted him, nobody needed him, he only had himself to cry to on those long, lonely nights.


His scales cold to the touch as he started to freeze in the harsh conditions, snow frosted over his lashes, and darkness started to obscure his vision….

“Hey Kid! You alright over there?” A voice called out, rushing towards the lonely hatchling to make sure he wouldn’t freeze to death. A Wildclaw from a former Ice clan tribe wrapped his coat around the Imperial, hoping to warm up the poor dragon. Unfortunately by the time she had gotten to him, he had passed out. She carried him to the outskirts of the Ice region, setting up camp.

Once he had woken up she was quick to question Luscure...

"What's a youngster like you doing away from the safety of the Wind region?" She asked once she had sat down next to Luscure, expectantly waiting for his response.

"...I don't understand...."

"hmm...? what don't you understand kid..?"
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"I never understood in the first place..."
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The fire crackled and burned, freshly caught meat roasting atop of it. The wildclaw delicately pulled out a skewer of beef and handed it too Luscure..

"I was kicked out from my home and left to wander, home from home, those who had accepted would soon throw me out like a pile of trash.."
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"That sucks kid.. though I would much rather know what your name is.."
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"Luscure... yours...?"
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"Tom.."
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[cricket noises]
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"..."



"..Was that not humorous enough for you.."



"..........."


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"Alright, alright, fine..... its Fyriaes....."




"I swear kids these days...."