Solum

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He'd always been there, a silent cloud of darkness, tinged with blood and breathing terror. He walked with grace, with an elegance that hid his inner darkness, the monstrous desires he managed to hide deep inside himself. He calls himself a plague, a sickness that destroyed everything he touches.

Like a wildfire sweeping over the land, he avoids other dragons if he can, bringing death with him, and leaves a trail of dead life behind him. Sometimes, a foolish dragon will believe that they can fix him, heal him and turn him into a decent soul. They can't. They will never be able to kill the monster that lurked inside him, the one that screamed for the blood of the innocent and cried out for it to be released. Those who attempt to help him only end up hurt.

Solitary and distant, he only wants to be left alone, or to be killed by those self acclaimed monster hunters - before he kills again.

Solum honestly hates himself for the things he's done, from the countless murders to the torn apart clans to the dragons who's hearts he had hurt so deeply. In hopes of warning away others, he clawed at his own face to scar himself, and refuses to let any healers near the self inflicted wounds.

Dreams plagued by his actions, he rarely ever sleeps, and it's often Galileo or Spellbound that find him, passed out somewhere. When he does sleep voluntarily it's always in the presence of Tamura or Disharmony. They never prod him for answers, like everyone else seems to do.

Even if he wasn't a monster, Solum would probably always be a private soul and prefer his own company over another's.

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