Pyrrhus

A majestic light green noodle-like dragon flew in spirals around the sky, a strong hurricane seeming to follow him wherever he went, yes it was the Windsinger. The diety flew faster and faster in bigger and bigger spirals his tail never seeming to catch up, kind of like slitherio. You could see he was enjoying himself as he shot off into the lush bamboo-covered land, it continued like that for a few minutes until there was a boing, his eyes widened and his twirling twisting shape stretched out into a straight line before he was flung back the way he had come, zipping through the air till he crash landed, making quite the crater. He let out something like a groan and noticed the end of his tail which had made a tight knot around the gale sanctuary. The Windsinger pulled at it but it didn't come undone, that's when he sent his pack of messenger hainu dwarves to the llamar tidelord, his good old friend.

Ten minutes later~

"It's not a sheepshank, not a figure of eight knot, definitely not a granny knot. Frankly, it looks more like my kid's first attempt at knitting." Inspected the Tidelord
"Awww c'mon Bubbles…?"
"I told you not to call me that." The blue diety muttered as he took out a pair of spectacles to get a closer look at it. The Windsinger passed him a scroll about knots and the Tidelord waved his paw dismissively
"Honestly, I'm the diety of water, dergs sail ships on my waters and they tie a lot of knots, I'll figure this out without the scroll." A few minutes passed and the Windsingers grin got bigger by the second
"Youuu neeeeed a scrooooolll" he sang
"Argh gimme that." He took it from his paws and inspected the scroll, "This looks like a…" his blue eyes scanned every drawing, not seeing anything resembling this particular knot. The green diety looked over his shoulder "Blimey, look at me, a new knot to add to the scroll! What are we naming it old pal?"
"Gorge."
The Windsinger froze and slowly raised a brow "For a master of disguise, Bubbles, you sure aren't good with names…"
"Shut up, it's a good name, has a… mysterious ring to it."
The Windsinger grinned and the Tidelord sighed and decided to use the last resort left, he pulled his friend's tail really hard, the sanctuary crumbled and the Windsingers tail, now only tangled round itself, flung off with force and slammed into a cemetery, crashing into a grave and smacking a dead imperial on the face. The imp's head flew off and its eyes opened, he was wind-touched now, back from the land of the dead, the head started screaming as it sailed through the air, bonking off a hot air balloon, the 21-meter dragon body, ran after the head, trying desperately to catch it, it ran past the two deities and the gods looked at the sight before looking at each other and shrugging. Such was life.


The lore below is old, he's gay now and has a mate <3 but, still, feel free to read it ^-^

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PYRRHUS Pyrrhus is an undead derg, brought back to life by the wind (basically wind holds his body in place, how he talks though is a mystery...) He will flirt with the first derg he sees (only because he likes flirting, no other reason, though he sometimes might develop a crush) and is full of himself. Noone really understands what he is saying cause of the accent, thats why he normally will shout something like “Take me back to Scotland where I am understood” quickly followed by a “What did you say?” from other dragons. “Some whisket please mah laddie.” Pyrrhus said to the bartender, Cliff. The bartender nodded “One whiskey coming up” Pyrrhus looked around the pub, his eyes fell on a pretty derg. “Wha is th' stoatin' lassie near th' windae?” It took a while for Cliff to understand the Imperial, he had a very thick scottish accent. He shrugged “I dunno who she is, never seen her here before.” He slid the glass of whiskey over to Pyrrhus who caught it and started to walk with great style over to the woman. Pyrrhus licked his lips he had the perfect pickup line in mind. “Dae ye belive in loue at foremaist sight or dae ah hae tae donder bygane ye again?” he asked with a cocky grin “Im sorry, what?” she asked, Pyrrhus sighed he tried another one “Yer haun looks heavy kin ah haud it fur ye?” she had a puzzled expression on her face, her head tilted to the side. “Dae ye hae a map? ah git lost in yer een.” The lass laughed “Sorry but I dont understand you one bit.” Pyrrhus tried a different approach and took her paws in his “if ye wid o' understaun whit ah said ye wid be in mah arms by noo sae lets juist cut tae th' chase, shall we?” The female spiral grinned “Did you just say, If the wind understood what I did elephants would cut the cheese shall we?” The imp shook his head “Waant a dram?“ The spiral snapped her fingers and clapped to get everyones attention in the bar “Exuse me, any of you here understand Scottish?” A few murmurs where exchanged “nah sorry.” they said and turned back to their conversations. This time it was the spirals turn to sigh, She looked at pyrrhus admiring the exquisitely crafted suit along with the fedora her gaze fell on the bandages around his neck. “May I?” she asked, her hand was out to touch the bandages and examine the wound. Pyrrhus nodded and gave her a flashy grin. She smiled back and unravelled the bandages slightly, she gasped “These wounds should of killed you. How arent you dead?” “Darlin, ah am deid, mah hert stoped beating whin ah saw ye.” this was the first sentence the spiral had understood and she grinned, “No seriously, how?” “Ah git stabbed in th' throat 'n' died, then th' win` brought me back th'gither.” you could see he was tellin the truth, but she still placed a paw where his heart ought to be, it wasn't beating. “Mother of Sornieth.” she gasped. Pyrrhus took a step closer to her a soft purr in his throat “Sae want a dram?” he pointed to the whiskey in his arm and then to her. It took a while but she soon understood “No, I dont drink.” “Whit yer doin ‘ere thin?” asked Pyrrhus confused “I’m waiting for someone” she said dreamily sighing. Pyrrhus’s face fell “Ahhh... ah git tae go.” “what was that?” instead of explaining, Pyrrhus kissed her paw and walked away, again with great style, why where them damsels always taken? He sighed and watched from afar as a guardian walked up to the spiral and took her in his arms, they chatted happily holding hands. The pickup lines: (in case you didnt understand.) -Do you believe in love at first sight or do I have to walk by you again? -Your hand looks heavy, can i hold it for you? -Do you have a map? I got lost in your eyes. -Darlin, I am dead, my heart stopped beating when i saw you.