@gn0me

Can I grab Lambshank? I think they're really pretty and I could use a dragon to get my footing in the coliseum! Below is a sketch, haiku, and backstory for them :D

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I don't have access to my usual drawing device, so I had to use MSPaint. Given I never draw with mouse and MSPaint is a difficult program for art, I could only manage a sketch D:

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"Death Versus Spite"

You say "end this vendetta,''
our body nears closer to our end,
therefore my spite outlives you.

Note that I went for 5-7-5 words rather than syllables!

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Lambshank's body is spit in half with two consciousnesses. This was not from birth; in truth, what is now the right side used to be the sole holder of Lambshank's body. His name is Carnage, and he was born into a clan of one-consciousness Aberrations. There was always a common warning spread throughout the clan, a folk tale that unfortunately held partial truth: "If one becomes two, and the body is no longer merely one's own, so are you no longer." Indeed, while the previously normal Carnage was in his adolescence, a monster stole half of his body from him.

It was a clan meeting, loud as this new being was realized with Carnage's left side becoming paralyzed and his thoughts stirring without his permission, where two dragons were being born. The elder clan members recognized Carnage's condition very quickly - as came with the fearfully confused explanations of his own symptoms by Carnage - and, one thing leading to another, Lambshank was carried to the outskirts of the territory and dropped off without any remorse. There was silence and shock, for a moment, before a voice spoke in his mind: "I'm sorry." Carnage's rage towards the other half was unbearable.

It took a long while for the two to coordinate enough to be able to travel, walking a hard achievement. Carnage's resentment, however, was such that opposition nearly killed the two in those beginning days. They got up anyways, and they began to search for a nothing.

The other half decided that they were a he, and their name was Red. Carnage had scoffed at the decision, stating that the two of them may as well be called Lambshank for his worth. Red said nothing.

Bickering and arguments perpetually plagued their daily life. Red would attempt to appeal to the other but it would only fuel the fire. Carnage eventually began to physically lash out at Red, often going for his head with bites and scratches. The first time this occurred, a day later, Lambshank's tails had merged slightly at the base. Red noticed but said nothing.

It was only after their wings started to bend from merging into themselves, that their toes grew closer together, that the merges started occurring just from verbal arguments, that Red said something. He begged the other, "Please, Carnage, you are killing us both. I didn't choose to invade your body, and I am forever indebted to you for what I've done. I know. That's why you have to stop this. I plead of you."

Carnage was quiet for a moment, before he let out a short laugh. "I don't care that you didn't choose to, you monster. I don't care at all. No, I simply don't care to live in a world where you live too."