Odhran
(#8916236)
They/Them
Thepak
Sparkling Stinger
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Energy: 50/50
This dragon’s natural inborn element is Plague.
Male Fae
This dragon is hibernating.
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Personal Style
Apparel
Skin
Scene
Measurements
Length
0.54 m
Wingspan
0.88 m
Weight
0.7 kg
Genetics
Leaf
Cherub
Cherub
Jungle
Facet
Facet
Jungle
Glimmer
Glimmer
Hatchday
Breed
Eye Type
Level 1 Fae
EXP: 0 / 245
STR
5
AGI
8
DEF
5
QCK
6
INT
8
VIT
5
MND
8
Biography
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O D H R A N
{ ode-rahn }
Captain of the Sentinels
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It is not in poor taste to do what is required
to protect—completely, utterly, irrevocably—those you love.
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{ ode-rahn }
Captain of the Sentinels
█ █ █ █ █ █
It is not in poor taste to do what is required
to protect—completely, utterly, irrevocably—those you love.
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It was a quarter to noon, which meant Odhran had less time than they would like to leave the clocktower. Their body ached in places they didn’t even know could ache, bones and muscle both feeling bruised and worn down with fatigue. They adjusted the tunic they wore, green and red mingling together on the cloth. Odhran was used to seeing red on themselves, they liked to throw in spots of it to ward off all the green, but this time the blood that stained the cloth made them scowl. Not the kind of pretty adornment one might expect. It was a sigh of displeasure that escaped Odhran’s lips. Their crest fanned low in annoyance, trying to piece together the awful chain of events that led them here, to this miserable tower. The Nature representatives, the successful attempt at some politician’s life, and the ridiculous blame shot their way simply because they were Plague born. “Peace among flights, glory to the Eleven.” What a joke. Odhran had been a guard for the gala, hired to protect. They had history, years of loyalty to their career, that they wouldn’t simply throw away for one Nature dragons life, yet that was the assumption those dragons were quick to make. Odhran struggled to their feet, flexing their wings to test their strength. If they were to fly out of here, it was best to do so on functioning wings—ideally without the worry of some hidden injury hurtling them to the ground. It was a moment before Odhran was able to bear the pain long enough to focus. They had to escape the city. The Nature guards who had watched their ambassador die to poison were fueled by anger and rage, made worse by the Nature flights history with Odhran’s people. Blood and hate, blood and hate. Even though Odhran merely drifted down from the clocktower, they felt lightheaded almost immediately. Red eyes affixed on their destination, a plain single-story building, likely some home or shop, but one that was close to the city's wall. From there, they could catch their breath and then fly or scale over the remainder of the wall and be free on the other side. As they neared the earth, sounds came to their ears that otherwise wouldn’t have from up above: the calling of guards through the streets, hunting a red-eyed fae with deceptive green scales, and the wailing of the Nature flights representatives, despairing over the loss of one of their own. Still so near to the embassy, it was no wonder the sound carried. Odhran grit their teeth and ignored the sounds, ignored the fear. They did not stop to think about how this would impact the city they’d been living in for years, how it would impact their friends and family who might buy into the belief that it was Odhran, somehow, who killed the Nature dragon. (Because Odhran had been there, because they were the closest dragon that wasn’t a Nature dragon, and this mattered when looking for a killer at an interrelations meeting between Plague and Nature.) And did they think about after? After they left their home, slinking away like an assassin in the night? No doubt in doing so they would assure all of the city that the claims were true, that it was Odhran, it was a Plague dragon, it was someone who was supposed to defend their city. Betrayal it would feel like, stark and cold. Landing lightly on the rooftop, Odhran felt their breath wheeze through their lungs as the paused to think. They could still taste the poison that had stung the air, exhaled from the spiral dragon with the vivid green eyes on his last breath. It had been tangy, sour, and burning. The dragons nearby had gagged on the aroma, and there had been a mad rush to get away lest the poison vapor would claim them too. The cries of horror as the spiral had died rang throughout the gala, bringing music and conversation to a deadening halt as the news was carried through the room: a dragon had been assassinated. Someone had seized Odhran—it was one of the Nature delegation, eyes wild with fear and anger. “What did you do?” she had cried, tail lashing. “We had come in peace!” Odhran, shocked at the accusation, could only stare. But they were a fae, and without an understanding of how their crests communicated, Odhran’s silence could be easily mistaken for apathy, for guilt. Other dragons came, then, to gesture at Odhran in outrage. All Nature, all from the delegation. Orbiting on the outer rim were Odhran’s people, red eyes wide with shock and uncertainty. The events after were more of a blur. The guard came, promising justice to the delegation and peace to the residents of the city. Odhran had been bound, then there was the escape, and the flight from the gala grounds. Now they were here, on a rooftop on the outskirts of their city, with invisible chains holding them back whispering don’t go don’t go don’t go. Odhran made a low noise in their throat, something between a cry and a shout, grief and anger causing them to fidget uncontrollably. Guilt ate at them, not for some crime they didn’t commit, but because if they left they damned their city to war. If they left, they claimed the crime. If they left, a killer would walk free. Their crest was rigid with fear, with uncertainty. They turned away from the wall to look back over the city. What would they even do if they stayed? How could Odhran hope to save this situation? They were only one fae, a guard. They were nobody. But they had friends out there. They had family. More so, they had a city full of their own people, dragons of Plague, who might be feeling the first whispers of a war with Nature in their own territory. Perhaps Odhran couldn’t do much at all, but if they left then they were resigning to doing nothing. And Odhran could not abide by that. They flew back into the city. | blankblank |
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| blankblank | — ♫ "World Gone Mad" by Bastille |
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