Fischl

Finished (Thanks for the Poisonous Rose Thorn Stockings, Blizzardream!)

Lore (Note: WIP):
One day ago
Three figures finished their climb up a rocky hill. The first jumped and landed with a soft thud, then adjusted his hood back over his long silver head.
"Follow me. Trouble this way."
The second figure pulled himself onto the hilltop and stood up. "Right behind you, Razor!" he called out as he started sprinting. However, within a moment, his foot caught on a tree root and he fell on his face. He quickly managed to get back up, adjusting the goggles that sat atop his pale hair as he did.
The last figure finished her climb, a spectral purple raven flying by her side. When she reached the top, she brushed her hands across her deep purple dress and fixed her long blond hair. "What could be so important as to have us come all this way to Wolvendom?"
Razor turned to her, and said "Lupical found something. Could be dangerous." Then, he turned back around, looking at the forest below. "Now, come. We jump."
With that, he stepped back a bit before making a running leap off the hill. In midair, he pulled a small string, and large, feathered wings unfurled from a thin backpack and caught the wind.
The other boy did the same, and called out "Come on, Fischl!"
The girl looked at her two companions gliding down, then stepped backwards slightly before saying "Don't worry, Bennett. I'm coming." With that, she too began gliding down.

The trio touched down near a large stone circle set deeper into the ground. In the center, a spectral claymore had been stabbed into the ground. That wasn't what they were there for, though. Instead, Razor led them to a seemingly normal tree, then gestured towards the ground. "Here."
Bennett and Fischl crouched down to get a closer look. Within the tree's trunk was a strange hole: It looked almost like a tear not just through the tree, but through the air itself. Against her better judgement, Fischl reached her hand out towards the tear, only to feel it tugging on her arm and then her whole body. In a few moments, she was pulled through.
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After being pulled through, Fischl could feel her body being pulled in strange directions as she slipped in and out of consciousness. Around her was nothing but an empty void, dark and bright at the same time. It felt like she had been falling forever, but eventually she landed, unconscious.
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When Fischl came to, she instantly felt... off. She couldn't quite place her finger on it though. After a moment, she sat up and took in her surroundings. She was in a cavern made from bright pink rock that looked like- crystals? That couldn't be right. She tried to stand up, but promptly fell over onto all fours. It was then when she got a clear glimpse of her reflection.
Her face had become enlongated like a horse, and her entire body was sleeker and covered in short cream-colored fur. Her hands and fingers had become talons, and two shimmering purple wings sprouted from her back.
She stared in stunned silence at her transformation, when a voice rang out from behind her. "You must be a traveler," the voice said.
She turned around quickly, and saw a grey creature with thick legs, metallic gray fur, crystalline gray wings, and a white belly. It continued speaking. "I did not mean to startle you. My name is Gladdenstone. I am a resident of this world of dragons that you have been flung into."
Fischl shook her head. After all, from what she had heard, the Archons had long since taken the place of dragons, and the only dragon she knew still existed was the East Wind Dvalin. How could she, the Prinzessin der Verurteilung, be one now? Gladdenstone seemed to recognize her confusion, and responded. "The magic that brought you here is what allows- or forces, depending on your perspective- you to take your current form. Rest assured, you are not alone. This is a safe place for those transported across dimensions, like what happened to you."

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