Azphelumbra

AZPHELUMBRA



It was a place where lost dragons could seek refuge. It was a place for those who needed to break away from their clans. Outcasts, fugitives, criminals, escapees--it was a place for the unwanted. It was their sanctuary. At least, that's how the rumors told it.

Those who have lived within it call it the Auction House. Everyone there knew that if you so wished to find a clan, another home, you had to strut your stuff, shake your tail. He knew this all too well in fact. Living here for over three years did that.

He was dropped off at the AH when he was but a hatchling, left to fend for himself. It was a bumpy ride in the beginning, not knowing what to do and practically starving since no one fed him, now he knew better. At times he would sneak off to the marketplace, glad that the AH was in the same vicinity, and steal some food from the vendors. He was glad that Crim was an excessive hoarder and it was thanks to her that he could even eat, but he was still without a home.

Living in that place for years made him weary. He didn't bother talking with the visitors, displaying his talents, interacting with the other residents. He figured he'd eventually just die in the AH, until one fateful day.

It was cold, unbearably so if he were to be the judge, and he was huddled near a small fire pit. It had long gone out so he was shivering in the darkness. He had given up on all life when his head makes contact with something hard. Upon closer contact he sees that it's an imperial, a female imperial with silver scales and shimmering pink wings. From behind the imperial a mirror, larger than any he had seen, emerges four beady orange eyes staring at him.

"You're fire's gone cold," the mirror had told him and he told him that he didn't care. "It's winter, Icewarden's time, or do you not even know that?" Again he told the mirror he didn't care. The mirror regarded him with calm eyes and merely asked if he could fly and he replied that if he wanted too he could. Before he was aware of anything, the imperial had suddenly lifted him by the collar into the air and for all his struggles couldn't break free. It was only when they were above Water Flight territory that the imperial had let go of him, causing him to flap his wings and fly.

Next thing he knew, the cold had disappeared and warmth sang in his bones. Odd melodies swam into his ears as he saw the bubbling pools of lava in the land below. He followed the imperial to a small lair. Beside him, the mirror landed giving him a small smile.

"Beautiful isn't it? Welcome to Ashfall Waste, I'm Avangarde and this is my mate Kineala. Welcome to my lair Azphelumbra. Eat up, get warm, then I'll have you go with Ariat so she can teach you the ways of the forge." That's how he got his name and a family. All thanks to a mirror, he couldn't be happier.
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Will occassionally take some hatchlings home. Maybe even a dragon. Lair space be damned, there are dergs in need of homes.