Altan

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About A young Veilspun covered in runes sits with his mother The third Egg of three laid by Cinder during one of Gaunts few bouts of lucidity after falling into a bloodcraze. Him and his brothers were kept under a stasis spell until she was sure the three of them would be able to hatch safely. Altan was born in a similar state to his eldest brother, but was able to be "saved" ━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━ Trivia > tba > tba > tba > tba │ │ │ │ │ │ │ │ │ │ Likes • The Sky • Laying in the Grass • His mama • -- Dislikes • -- • --

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Story Darkness was all he had ever known. Darkness, and the overwhelming urge to hunt, and kill. Day after day, others would bring him food. Never was he allowed to feel the rush of chasing down his food on his own. Only ever visited by strange beings who smelled like him. The longer he was kept chained, the more he tried to break free and rid himself of these keepers. Days turned into weeks, into months, into years, until one day, one of the keepers entered, not bringing any food this time. The younger strained against his bindings, trying to attack the keeper as he always did when it entered the chambers he was kept in. The keeper ignored this, instead setting up something on the floor, before murmuring some of the meaningless sounds it always used as the room lit up with magic. The jagged blood-red markings across his body shimmered and shifted into runes. As the light from the spell faded, he looked around confused until his gaze settled on his kin...yes! This keeper, this dragon was his kin! His hatchmate.

For the first time in his life, Altan wasn't overwhelmed by instincts. The constant roar for blood had subsided into a whisper. The dragon before him offered gentle sounds he didn't know the meaning of, but radiated comfort and safety. Straining against his bindings, he watched as his brother rushed forward to embrace him.

It was warm, and as his brother pulled away, he felt the chains binding him fall away to the floor. His brother kept cooing and murmuring in that language he didn't understand, leading him towards the exit. step after step, he followed to the door. hesitating for a moment before stepping out into the world beyond

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notes for lore:

• tutored and taught to speak by his mother and his familiar Emira
• loves the feeling of the sun on his scales
• doesn't talk much even though he knows how to now
• has a few different chirps and almost cat-like sounds he tends to use instead of words usually
• HUGE mama's boy
• was devastated when he found out about his Pyrrhus's passing
• wishes he was clever like Pyrrhus was so he could help his father and other mother
• he visit's Gaunt and Meelatu often, taking over Pyrrhus and Cinder's old duties of caring for them

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