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@Decaffeinated
Could I get a hold for Hanabi please?
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@Decaffeinated
This was much harder than it needed to be to write this. XP
Anyways! This boy is going to be named Dracula, is based (kind of) on the lore of Dracula and vampires, and will be Shadow Rep. Also, this is pretty ambiguous, mostly because I haven't figured out all the details, and want to be able to do that. :P
[quote=Dracula]
Dracula sighed wearily, looking out the foggy window of the old, abandoned mansion of carved alabaster into the sharp darkness of the Shadow Flight.
Before having received the letter, he had accepted his fate to permanently being unable to leave the Tangled Wood, unable to go out, at least during the day, that is; however, the letter changed all of that. An old friend of his written to him that they had found a way that, though it doesn't completely free the victim of the Shade, it does allow them freedom and more control over their life.
And even more problematic, the otherwise innocuous piece of parchment brought along something troublesome; hope.
Dracula didn't quite do so much anymore, but he still had the occasional wistful thought of leaving the Tangled Wood, even for a short period of time, to visit some of his other estates. Granted his main one being in the Tangled Wood, but before he was cursed by the Shade, he loved going to his other homes around Sornieth.
More than that, for all that he was a Dragon of Shadow, he missed the sun.
Sighing, he looked back down at the letter he was attempting to write back in reply; he knew his friend, knew they had spent quite a long time researching 'cures' for the Shade-touched, and knew everything they wrote was only the truth.
Well, what was the worst that could happen?
With a sip blood tea for fortification and a slight adjustment of his glasses, he bent over and wrote his reply; it would be a long journey, as he couldn't travel during the day - and the days of the Sunbeam Ruins was quite long - but he'll still make the journey.
As hopeless as it was.[/quote]
Sorry this was so short! I tried, but new semester of Uni got's my attention divided. XP
(Basically he's been Shade-touched and basically gained vampirism, and is going to travel to the Sunbeam Ruins, where my Clan is, to see if he could be 'cured'. )
@Decaffeinated
This was much harder than it needed to be to write this. XP
Anyways! This boy is going to be named Dracula, is based (kind of) on the lore of Dracula and vampires, and will be Shadow Rep. Also, this is pretty ambiguous, mostly because I haven't figured out all the details, and want to be able to do that. :P
Sorry this was so short! I tried, but new semester of Uni got's my attention divided. XP
(Basically he's been Shade-touched and basically gained vampirism, and is going to travel to the Sunbeam Ruins, where my Clan is, to see if he could be 'cured'. )
This was much harder than it needed to be to write this. XP
Anyways! This boy is going to be named Dracula, is based (kind of) on the lore of Dracula and vampires, and will be Shadow Rep. Also, this is pretty ambiguous, mostly because I haven't figured out all the details, and want to be able to do that. :P
Dracula wrote:
Dracula sighed wearily, looking out the foggy window of the old, abandoned mansion of carved alabaster into the sharp darkness of the Shadow Flight.
Before having received the letter, he had accepted his fate to permanently being unable to leave the Tangled Wood, unable to go out, at least during the day, that is; however, the letter changed all of that. An old friend of his written to him that they had found a way that, though it doesn't completely free the victim of the Shade, it does allow them freedom and more control over their life.
And even more problematic, the otherwise innocuous piece of parchment brought along something troublesome; hope.
Dracula didn't quite do so much anymore, but he still had the occasional wistful thought of leaving the Tangled Wood, even for a short period of time, to visit some of his other estates. Granted his main one being in the Tangled Wood, but before he was cursed by the Shade, he loved going to his other homes around Sornieth.
More than that, for all that he was a Dragon of Shadow, he missed the sun.
Sighing, he looked back down at the letter he was attempting to write back in reply; he knew his friend, knew they had spent quite a long time researching 'cures' for the Shade-touched, and knew everything they wrote was only the truth.
Well, what was the worst that could happen?
With a sip blood tea for fortification and a slight adjustment of his glasses, he bent over and wrote his reply; it would be a long journey, as he couldn't travel during the day - and the days of the Sunbeam Ruins was quite long - but he'll still make the journey.
As hopeless as it was.
Before having received the letter, he had accepted his fate to permanently being unable to leave the Tangled Wood, unable to go out, at least during the day, that is; however, the letter changed all of that. An old friend of his written to him that they had found a way that, though it doesn't completely free the victim of the Shade, it does allow them freedom and more control over their life.
And even more problematic, the otherwise innocuous piece of parchment brought along something troublesome; hope.
Dracula didn't quite do so much anymore, but he still had the occasional wistful thought of leaving the Tangled Wood, even for a short period of time, to visit some of his other estates. Granted his main one being in the Tangled Wood, but before he was cursed by the Shade, he loved going to his other homes around Sornieth.
More than that, for all that he was a Dragon of Shadow, he missed the sun.
Sighing, he looked back down at the letter he was attempting to write back in reply; he knew his friend, knew they had spent quite a long time researching 'cures' for the Shade-touched, and knew everything they wrote was only the truth.
Well, what was the worst that could happen?
With a sip blood tea for fortification and a slight adjustment of his glasses, he bent over and wrote his reply; it would be a long journey, as he couldn't travel during the day - and the days of the Sunbeam Ruins was quite long - but he'll still make the journey.
As hopeless as it was.
(Basically he's been Shade-touched and basically gained vampirism, and is going to travel to the Sunbeam Ruins, where my Clan is, to see if he could be 'cured'. )
|| He/She/They | FRT+3 | INFP | Demi x3 | Lore Clan | Eternal Acolight ||
@Decaffeinated
I finally finished Agharna’s lore! :D I apologize for all of the grammatical errors and typos. I was kind of rushing to get it all done. I think I am probably going to change Agharna’s name to Mr. Catsby, but I got plenty of renaming scrolls so don’t feel like you have to send me one. I am probably going to get Mr. Catsby an invisibility cloak and a cat apparel item some day too to match his story!
Now, here’s the fae’s lore:
His legal name is Agharna Catz.
However, if you’d ask him, he’d say his name was Aghar Catsby.
Why you ask?
Well, it’s a long story...
Agharna Catz was born into a poor family of farmers that struggled to make ends meet in the Snowsquall Tundra. Although, even though times were getting tougher and tougher, Agharna’s parents refused to take up other professions. However, Agharna’s mother and father couldn’t possibly keep their farm running without working for days on end and since there was little food to go around, the parents eventually died of over-exhaustion.
Agharna swore to himself, after the day his parents had died, that he’d never except a life of poverty. He would always strive for something better.
For this reason, the hatchling chose to join the Icewarden’s army instead of resorting to scavenging for insects. Agharna spent years training and preparing to fight in the never ending battle known as dominance. Many of Agharna’s fellow trainees had been forced to join the Icewarden’s legions and just hopelessly went through the motions. However, Agharna kept saving his treasure and dreaming about the day he would he would leave the Icewarden for a life of luxurious wealth.
Although, the odds of Agharna’s dream becoming reality grew slimmer and slimmer as the day of his official exaltation, which would bind him to the Icewarden’s army eternally and prevent him from ever leaving, drew nearer with each passing day.
In a frantic attempt to postpone his exaltation date, the young fae volunteered to guard the Icefeathers, who were one of Icewarden’s famed noble families, as they threw a week long birthday party for the youngest member of their family: Daisy Icefeather.
When Agharna arrived at the Icefeather Mansion—which was where he had been informed the party would be held—the fae was utterly astounded by the sheer size and exquisite detail of the nobles’ home. While the fae stood there gapping at the entrance to the Icefeather’s house, he was greeted by the most beautiful coatl he had ever seen.
The coatl told him that her name was Daisy Icefeather with a honey-sweet voice that was full of money.
Daisy took one look at Agharna’s dashing suit (which Agharna had actually borrowed from one of his training partners) and assumed he was some wealthy guest that her parents had invited to her party. The coatl instantly hooked her arm around the fae and decided to give him a tour of her home. Agharna had been far to lost in the beauty of the coatl’s dazzling gem genes and expensive apparel to correct her.
As Agharna Catz waltzed through breath-taking halls of the Icefeather Mansion, Daisy asked him what his name was. It was in that moment wealthy stranger named Aghar Catsby was born and Agharna Catz was long forgotten. Mostly because Agharna knew that Aghar Catsby was the name of a dragon worthy of walking beside Daisy Icefeather.
Aghar Catsby spent the rest of the week pretending to be guest at the Icefeather home and frolicking with Daisy through the labyrinth of its halls and guest rooms. Although, it was on the last day of Daisy’s seemingly never-ending party that Aghar’s dreams were of life full of riches were changed forever.
Because Daisy kissed him that day. She kissed him.
Aghar Catsby’s dreams blossomed into a promise as his lips drew apart from Daisy’s. A promise that the fae would become rich so he could provide Daisy with all of the beautiful things her heart desired.
Once the party had ended, Mr. Catsby kept finding loopholes that not only pushed back his exaltation date, but also ensured that he get to see Daisy from time to time. However once the ice flight began to push for top dominance, Aghar could no longer escape his fate. He was exalted on the spot along with thousands of other dragons.
Although, Aghar swore to Daisy (who had been under the impression that the fae had gotten into the Icewarden’s army because he had been jumped by some bandits and exalted by them, rather than willing joining it) that he’d find a way make to her in his letters. For a time, Daisy Icefeather believed Aghar Catsby, but as the years went by she grew tired of waiting...
Meanwhile, the memory of Daisy was the only thing that kept Mr. Catsby going on the war-torn battle field. She was only reason he stayed alive through the pain and the gun shots. Only reason he got up to face another day. His comrades kept telling him that he was never going to see her again, but Mr. Catsby refused to except such a reality and kept looking for a way to escape the Icewarden’s control.
Now, if you asked Mr. Catsby how exactly he undid his own exaltation, he’d probably spin some glorious tale about he battled the Icewarden himself, but in truth, it all started when he chose to pet a cat.
Yes, you read that right. The undoing of Mr. Catsby’s exaltation, which was sealed with one of most powerful soul-binding spells, occurred when the fae chose to pet a random stray cat he saw in the Viridian Labyrinth.
Mr. Catsby’s comrades had warned him not to pet that cat. They had told him it probably had fleas, but Aghar couldn’t turn away from the adorable little furry creature. The fae bent down and reached out to stroke the cat with his talons.
Big mistake.
The cat instantly lunged for Aghar’s paw with a hiss and sunk its teeth in the fae’s leathery skin. Mr. Catsby yelped and jumped back. Fortunately, the cat let go of him and darted back into the lush underbrush.
At first, Aghar didn’t think much of the cat bite and returned to his comrades, with mild disappointment.
That was another big mistake.
An hour after being bitten, Mr. Catsby came down with a terrible fever. Then, his muscles started to ache and spasm out of control. The healers who had been traveling with Mr. Catsby legion couldn’t figure out what was wrong. However, they figured the best thing for the fae would be to leave him outside, where he could feel cool night breeze.
And that was probably the biggest mistake of the day, because as soon as the moonlight covered Mr. Catsby’s body, the shift began.
Mr. Catsby screamed as fur shot out of his skin and his bones jerked out of their sockets. The healers could only stand their and watch in horror as the fae’s body completely rearranged itself. Although, once Mr. Catsby’s transition was complete, the healers stopped staring.
“He’s a werecat!” One of the healers shrieked as they dove for cover in the healer’s tent.
Mr. Catsby just stood there, struggling to breathe and register the drastic change in the way he experienced the world. He cold see in the dark and smell things with greater clarity. However, without his head fins every sound seemed...muffled. Although what truly shocked Aghar was the absence of the primordial tug that kept him connected to Icewarden’s army.
Aghar gasped as he realized that he was, in fact, a cat and since cats couldn’t be exalted, spell that had been cast upon him was now void. He was free at long last. The cat darted along the moonlit forest floor and let out a loud purr. He’d be able to see Daisy again. He realized as his purr grew louder.
Mr. Catsby stopped purring when it dawned on him that his beloved Daisy was on the opposite side of Sornieth. There was thousands upon thousands of miles between them and Mr. Catsby didn’t have resources to get to her.
The werecat paced around desperately trying to think of some he could barter his way back to the dragon he loved so dearly and, suddenly, it dawned on him.
There was nothing more popular in Sornieth than goofy cat videos right now and since Mr. Catsby was now a cat, he would be able to make those videos with ease. He’d be able to sell them on the dark web pretty easily too.
Although, in order to do all that, Mr. Catsby needed a partner and he found one an old snapper dragon who went by the name Mr. Wolfshiem. Mr. Wolfshiem was an ex-photographer, who was perfectly comfortable with using illegal shape-shifting to increase his profits, so he was perfect for the job.
It wasn’t long before Mr. Catsby and Mr. Wolfshiem were drowning in the treasure they had earned from filming countless videos of the werecat doing silly cat things such as leaping away from cucumbers and chasing laser lights.
Although, as soon as Mr. Catsby had a enough money to make the journey to the Southern Icefield, the fae didn’t hesitate to start traveling towards his beloved Daisy. Along the way, Mr. Catsby purchased a mansion knew was directly across from the Icefeather Mansion and practically bribed the mansion retailers to have his house cleaned and spotless by time he arrived.
Once Mr. Catsby made it back to his home territory, the werecat instantly started making preparations to throw the biggest party the Southern Icefielders had ever seen in his new house. He sent out invitations to all of the Icewarden’s noble families. However, the fae had hand wrote the invitation to the Icefeather family. The werecat had spent years envisioning how he’d be reunited with Daisy Icefeather. In all of his wildest dreams, they had always found each other again at the dance floor.
The werecat desperately wanted that fantasy to become reality.
Although, when the party had begun and Daisy Icefeather had arrived, the coatl didn’t come alone. The coatl walked in with arm was hooked around a dashing male wildclaw, who was every bit her perfect match in gene rarity and in color. Mr. Catsby’s heart shattered at the sight of them because he knew they were together in the way only lovers could be.
However, when Daisy rushed to him with watering eyes and danced with him after he assured her that he was no longer exalted, Mr. Catsby allowed himself to hope that perhaps things could go back to the way they were before he had been exalted...
After the party, Daisy kept coming to Mr. Catsby’s mansion and it was during one of her stays there that she had told the werecat that she didn’t love Tom, the wildclaw who she attended the party with. She explained that she had only married the wildclaw for his money and not his heart. Aghar had kissed the coatl once she said those words. Little did Mr. Catsby know, Daisy had only spoken a half truth.
Daisy and Aghar planned to tell Tom that Daisy was going to leave him forever one hot summer evening. Daisy managed to say that she was leaving to her husband, but she couldn’t quite bring herself to look the wildclaw in the eye and say she had never loved him like Catsby had wanted her too.
Unbeknownst to Mr. Catsby, Tom had known the fae was slowly winning over his wife’s heart so he started trying to find some dirt on Aghar that could sway Daisy back to his side. The wildclaw had been waiting for the right time to reveal his findings to his wife and he had decided, as Daisy tried to lie the feelings she had once had for him, to finally drop the truth boom.
“Catsby is a werecat.” Tom blurted out and went on to his wife, where exactly, all of the fae’s money had come from.
Mr. Catsby had pleaded with Daisy after Tom had finished speaking. He told that he had done everything thing for her and had been the honest truth. Although, in the end, Daisy still chose Tom over Aghar because the wildclaw’s money had been honestly and thus wouldn’t be confiscated randomly by the gods. The coatl let Tom lead her back to the Icefeather Mansion and never looked back at the heartbroken fae.
It was at that point that Mr. Catsby realized Daisy heart were only driven by two things: money and pleasure.
On the walk back to the Icefeather Mansion, Tom and Daisy passed by a tundra with blood-red fur, who had been standing in the shadows. For a moment, wildclaw’s eye locked with tundra. Tom didn’t say a word, but he nodded without breaking the furry dragon’s gaze. Instantly, the tundra moved from her post and started to walk casually, but still purposely towards Catsby’s mansion.
She had been hired to kill the fae and money she would be rewarded with was enough to get the Plaguebringer off her back indefinitely. Her new mentor, Umira, had advised her not too, but the tundra didn’t want to spend the rest of her life looking over her shoulder and constantly endangering all of those near her.
The tundra slipped in between the mansion’s front doors, which Tom had conveniently left open for her, with deadly stealth. Without the slightest sound, she made her way deeper and deeper into the mansion until she finally saw Catsby. The fae dragon was walking towards the balcony, with head held low and his tail dragging on the ground. Normally, the tundra would have tackled the dragon and stabbed him, but she pause when she noticed rather sad demeanor.
Then, the tundra saw the fae step out into the moonlight-glazed balcony and do something that took her breath away. The fae shifted. And once the transformation had been complete, a cat stood in the fae’s place.
It was then that the tundra realized that fae was diseased and likely going to be killed for it, just like she almost been...
The tundra took a deep breath and fixed her eyes on the werecat. She knew what she had to do.
Mr. Catsby woke up in a cat-carrier, which he presumed was on ship based on the way the floor gently rocked him back and forth. The cat peered outside the bars of his carrier and saw the tundra, who had smashed his head with a pan so hard he’d passed out, lying on the bed beyond his plastic container and writing something with a quill feather pen.
Mr. Catsby wanted to demand answers from the tundra, but all he could manage do in his current form was meow to get her attention.
The tundra instantly flicked her ruby eyes in the cat’s direction. The crimson-furred dragon, who’s name was Belladona apparently, began to explain to the werecat that she had been hired by Tom to kill him, but had decided to fake his death and take him to a place where he’d be safe: the Aquafire Clan.
“Although, I’m curious,” She drawled. “Why exactly did Tom want you dead?” In truth, the tundra already had a hunch, but she just wanted to make sure.
Mr. Catsby gestured the circular window on the side of the wall, which had moonlight pouring through it.
“Oh, I forget you werecreatures need the moon to shift.” Belladona said and walked over to Mr. Catsby’s cage and popped the door open. Aghar leapt out and strode into the moon’s light. The werecat instantly shifted into his fae form and Belladona watched in amazement.
Once the fae dragon’s joints clicked back into place, the dragon sighed and said, “It’s a long story.”
Then, he told her the honest truth about everything. Starting with his life on the farm and ending Daisy inevitable rejection. He started to Belladona that he doubt he’d ever find love agai—
Belladona outright slapped him.
Mr. Catsby jerked his in the tundra’s direction with a face still stinging.
“What?!” He asked, eyes wide.
“Don’t you dare tell me you are going to waste that big heart of yours on that self-centered b*cth.” She growled.
The fae blinked at the tundra. He had spent five years thinking about Daisy, dreaming about being with her. That dream had become his very identity...but now that he stood there, staring at Belladona, he couldn’t help but notice that those ruby eyes of hers were beautiful.
Perhaps it was time to move on.
I finally finished Agharna’s lore! :D I apologize for all of the grammatical errors and typos. I was kind of rushing to get it all done. I think I am probably going to change Agharna’s name to Mr. Catsby, but I got plenty of renaming scrolls so don’t feel like you have to send me one. I am probably going to get Mr. Catsby an invisibility cloak and a cat apparel item some day too to match his story!
Now, here’s the fae’s lore:
His legal name is Agharna Catz.
However, if you’d ask him, he’d say his name was Aghar Catsby.
Why you ask?
Well, it’s a long story...
Agharna Catz was born into a poor family of farmers that struggled to make ends meet in the Snowsquall Tundra. Although, even though times were getting tougher and tougher, Agharna’s parents refused to take up other professions. However, Agharna’s mother and father couldn’t possibly keep their farm running without working for days on end and since there was little food to go around, the parents eventually died of over-exhaustion.
Agharna swore to himself, after the day his parents had died, that he’d never except a life of poverty. He would always strive for something better.
For this reason, the hatchling chose to join the Icewarden’s army instead of resorting to scavenging for insects. Agharna spent years training and preparing to fight in the never ending battle known as dominance. Many of Agharna’s fellow trainees had been forced to join the Icewarden’s legions and just hopelessly went through the motions. However, Agharna kept saving his treasure and dreaming about the day he would he would leave the Icewarden for a life of luxurious wealth.
Although, the odds of Agharna’s dream becoming reality grew slimmer and slimmer as the day of his official exaltation, which would bind him to the Icewarden’s army eternally and prevent him from ever leaving, drew nearer with each passing day.
In a frantic attempt to postpone his exaltation date, the young fae volunteered to guard the Icefeathers, who were one of Icewarden’s famed noble families, as they threw a week long birthday party for the youngest member of their family: Daisy Icefeather.
When Agharna arrived at the Icefeather Mansion—which was where he had been informed the party would be held—the fae was utterly astounded by the sheer size and exquisite detail of the nobles’ home. While the fae stood there gapping at the entrance to the Icefeather’s house, he was greeted by the most beautiful coatl he had ever seen.
The coatl told him that her name was Daisy Icefeather with a honey-sweet voice that was full of money.
Daisy took one look at Agharna’s dashing suit (which Agharna had actually borrowed from one of his training partners) and assumed he was some wealthy guest that her parents had invited to her party. The coatl instantly hooked her arm around the fae and decided to give him a tour of her home. Agharna had been far to lost in the beauty of the coatl’s dazzling gem genes and expensive apparel to correct her.
As Agharna Catz waltzed through breath-taking halls of the Icefeather Mansion, Daisy asked him what his name was. It was in that moment wealthy stranger named Aghar Catsby was born and Agharna Catz was long forgotten. Mostly because Agharna knew that Aghar Catsby was the name of a dragon worthy of walking beside Daisy Icefeather.
Aghar Catsby spent the rest of the week pretending to be guest at the Icefeather home and frolicking with Daisy through the labyrinth of its halls and guest rooms. Although, it was on the last day of Daisy’s seemingly never-ending party that Aghar’s dreams were of life full of riches were changed forever.
Because Daisy kissed him that day. She kissed him.
Aghar Catsby’s dreams blossomed into a promise as his lips drew apart from Daisy’s. A promise that the fae would become rich so he could provide Daisy with all of the beautiful things her heart desired.
Once the party had ended, Mr. Catsby kept finding loopholes that not only pushed back his exaltation date, but also ensured that he get to see Daisy from time to time. However once the ice flight began to push for top dominance, Aghar could no longer escape his fate. He was exalted on the spot along with thousands of other dragons.
Although, Aghar swore to Daisy (who had been under the impression that the fae had gotten into the Icewarden’s army because he had been jumped by some bandits and exalted by them, rather than willing joining it) that he’d find a way make to her in his letters. For a time, Daisy Icefeather believed Aghar Catsby, but as the years went by she grew tired of waiting...
Meanwhile, the memory of Daisy was the only thing that kept Mr. Catsby going on the war-torn battle field. She was only reason he stayed alive through the pain and the gun shots. Only reason he got up to face another day. His comrades kept telling him that he was never going to see her again, but Mr. Catsby refused to except such a reality and kept looking for a way to escape the Icewarden’s control.
Now, if you asked Mr. Catsby how exactly he undid his own exaltation, he’d probably spin some glorious tale about he battled the Icewarden himself, but in truth, it all started when he chose to pet a cat.
Yes, you read that right. The undoing of Mr. Catsby’s exaltation, which was sealed with one of most powerful soul-binding spells, occurred when the fae chose to pet a random stray cat he saw in the Viridian Labyrinth.
Mr. Catsby’s comrades had warned him not to pet that cat. They had told him it probably had fleas, but Aghar couldn’t turn away from the adorable little furry creature. The fae bent down and reached out to stroke the cat with his talons.
Big mistake.
The cat instantly lunged for Aghar’s paw with a hiss and sunk its teeth in the fae’s leathery skin. Mr. Catsby yelped and jumped back. Fortunately, the cat let go of him and darted back into the lush underbrush.
At first, Aghar didn’t think much of the cat bite and returned to his comrades, with mild disappointment.
That was another big mistake.
An hour after being bitten, Mr. Catsby came down with a terrible fever. Then, his muscles started to ache and spasm out of control. The healers who had been traveling with Mr. Catsby legion couldn’t figure out what was wrong. However, they figured the best thing for the fae would be to leave him outside, where he could feel cool night breeze.
And that was probably the biggest mistake of the day, because as soon as the moonlight covered Mr. Catsby’s body, the shift began.
Mr. Catsby screamed as fur shot out of his skin and his bones jerked out of their sockets. The healers could only stand their and watch in horror as the fae’s body completely rearranged itself. Although, once Mr. Catsby’s transition was complete, the healers stopped staring.
“He’s a werecat!” One of the healers shrieked as they dove for cover in the healer’s tent.
Mr. Catsby just stood there, struggling to breathe and register the drastic change in the way he experienced the world. He cold see in the dark and smell things with greater clarity. However, without his head fins every sound seemed...muffled. Although what truly shocked Aghar was the absence of the primordial tug that kept him connected to Icewarden’s army.
Aghar gasped as he realized that he was, in fact, a cat and since cats couldn’t be exalted, spell that had been cast upon him was now void. He was free at long last. The cat darted along the moonlit forest floor and let out a loud purr. He’d be able to see Daisy again. He realized as his purr grew louder.
Mr. Catsby stopped purring when it dawned on him that his beloved Daisy was on the opposite side of Sornieth. There was thousands upon thousands of miles between them and Mr. Catsby didn’t have resources to get to her.
The werecat paced around desperately trying to think of some he could barter his way back to the dragon he loved so dearly and, suddenly, it dawned on him.
There was nothing more popular in Sornieth than goofy cat videos right now and since Mr. Catsby was now a cat, he would be able to make those videos with ease. He’d be able to sell them on the dark web pretty easily too.
Although, in order to do all that, Mr. Catsby needed a partner and he found one an old snapper dragon who went by the name Mr. Wolfshiem. Mr. Wolfshiem was an ex-photographer, who was perfectly comfortable with using illegal shape-shifting to increase his profits, so he was perfect for the job.
It wasn’t long before Mr. Catsby and Mr. Wolfshiem were drowning in the treasure they had earned from filming countless videos of the werecat doing silly cat things such as leaping away from cucumbers and chasing laser lights.
Although, as soon as Mr. Catsby had a enough money to make the journey to the Southern Icefield, the fae didn’t hesitate to start traveling towards his beloved Daisy. Along the way, Mr. Catsby purchased a mansion knew was directly across from the Icefeather Mansion and practically bribed the mansion retailers to have his house cleaned and spotless by time he arrived.
Once Mr. Catsby made it back to his home territory, the werecat instantly started making preparations to throw the biggest party the Southern Icefielders had ever seen in his new house. He sent out invitations to all of the Icewarden’s noble families. However, the fae had hand wrote the invitation to the Icefeather family. The werecat had spent years envisioning how he’d be reunited with Daisy Icefeather. In all of his wildest dreams, they had always found each other again at the dance floor.
The werecat desperately wanted that fantasy to become reality.
Although, when the party had begun and Daisy Icefeather had arrived, the coatl didn’t come alone. The coatl walked in with arm was hooked around a dashing male wildclaw, who was every bit her perfect match in gene rarity and in color. Mr. Catsby’s heart shattered at the sight of them because he knew they were together in the way only lovers could be.
However, when Daisy rushed to him with watering eyes and danced with him after he assured her that he was no longer exalted, Mr. Catsby allowed himself to hope that perhaps things could go back to the way they were before he had been exalted...
After the party, Daisy kept coming to Mr. Catsby’s mansion and it was during one of her stays there that she had told the werecat that she didn’t love Tom, the wildclaw who she attended the party with. She explained that she had only married the wildclaw for his money and not his heart. Aghar had kissed the coatl once she said those words. Little did Mr. Catsby know, Daisy had only spoken a half truth.
Daisy and Aghar planned to tell Tom that Daisy was going to leave him forever one hot summer evening. Daisy managed to say that she was leaving to her husband, but she couldn’t quite bring herself to look the wildclaw in the eye and say she had never loved him like Catsby had wanted her too.
Unbeknownst to Mr. Catsby, Tom had known the fae was slowly winning over his wife’s heart so he started trying to find some dirt on Aghar that could sway Daisy back to his side. The wildclaw had been waiting for the right time to reveal his findings to his wife and he had decided, as Daisy tried to lie the feelings she had once had for him, to finally drop the truth boom.
“Catsby is a werecat.” Tom blurted out and went on to his wife, where exactly, all of the fae’s money had come from.
Mr. Catsby had pleaded with Daisy after Tom had finished speaking. He told that he had done everything thing for her and had been the honest truth. Although, in the end, Daisy still chose Tom over Aghar because the wildclaw’s money had been honestly and thus wouldn’t be confiscated randomly by the gods. The coatl let Tom lead her back to the Icefeather Mansion and never looked back at the heartbroken fae.
It was at that point that Mr. Catsby realized Daisy heart were only driven by two things: money and pleasure.
...
On the walk back to the Icefeather Mansion, Tom and Daisy passed by a tundra with blood-red fur, who had been standing in the shadows. For a moment, wildclaw’s eye locked with tundra. Tom didn’t say a word, but he nodded without breaking the furry dragon’s gaze. Instantly, the tundra moved from her post and started to walk casually, but still purposely towards Catsby’s mansion.
She had been hired to kill the fae and money she would be rewarded with was enough to get the Plaguebringer off her back indefinitely. Her new mentor, Umira, had advised her not too, but the tundra didn’t want to spend the rest of her life looking over her shoulder and constantly endangering all of those near her.
The tundra slipped in between the mansion’s front doors, which Tom had conveniently left open for her, with deadly stealth. Without the slightest sound, she made her way deeper and deeper into the mansion until she finally saw Catsby. The fae dragon was walking towards the balcony, with head held low and his tail dragging on the ground. Normally, the tundra would have tackled the dragon and stabbed him, but she pause when she noticed rather sad demeanor.
Then, the tundra saw the fae step out into the moonlight-glazed balcony and do something that took her breath away. The fae shifted. And once the transformation had been complete, a cat stood in the fae’s place.
It was then that the tundra realized that fae was diseased and likely going to be killed for it, just like she almost been...
The tundra took a deep breath and fixed her eyes on the werecat. She knew what she had to do.
...
Mr. Catsby woke up in a cat-carrier, which he presumed was on ship based on the way the floor gently rocked him back and forth. The cat peered outside the bars of his carrier and saw the tundra, who had smashed his head with a pan so hard he’d passed out, lying on the bed beyond his plastic container and writing something with a quill feather pen.
Mr. Catsby wanted to demand answers from the tundra, but all he could manage do in his current form was meow to get her attention.
The tundra instantly flicked her ruby eyes in the cat’s direction. The crimson-furred dragon, who’s name was Belladona apparently, began to explain to the werecat that she had been hired by Tom to kill him, but had decided to fake his death and take him to a place where he’d be safe: the Aquafire Clan.
“Although, I’m curious,” She drawled. “Why exactly did Tom want you dead?” In truth, the tundra already had a hunch, but she just wanted to make sure.
Mr. Catsby gestured the circular window on the side of the wall, which had moonlight pouring through it.
“Oh, I forget you werecreatures need the moon to shift.” Belladona said and walked over to Mr. Catsby’s cage and popped the door open. Aghar leapt out and strode into the moon’s light. The werecat instantly shifted into his fae form and Belladona watched in amazement.
Once the fae dragon’s joints clicked back into place, the dragon sighed and said, “It’s a long story.”
Then, he told her the honest truth about everything. Starting with his life on the farm and ending Daisy inevitable rejection. He started to Belladona that he doubt he’d ever find love agai—
Belladona outright slapped him.
Mr. Catsby jerked his in the tundra’s direction with a face still stinging.
“What?!” He asked, eyes wide.
“Don’t you dare tell me you are going to waste that big heart of yours on that self-centered b*cth.” She growled.
The fae blinked at the tundra. He had spent five years thinking about Daisy, dreaming about being with her. That dream had become his very identity...but now that he stood there, staring at Belladona, he couldn’t help but notice that those ruby eyes of hers were beautiful.
Perhaps it was time to move on.
@Decaffeinated
I finally finished Agharna’s lore! :D I apologize for all of the grammatical errors and typos. I was kind of rushing to get it all done. I think I am probably going to change Agharna’s name to Mr. Catsby, but I got plenty of renaming scrolls so don’t feel like you have to send me one. I am probably going to get Mr. Catsby an invisibility cloak and a cat apparel item some day too to match his story!
Now, here’s the fae’s lore:
His legal name is Agharna Catz.
However, if you’d ask him, he’d say his name was Aghar Catsby.
Why you ask?
Well, it’s a long story...
Agharna Catz was born into a poor family of farmers that struggled to make ends meet in the Snowsquall Tundra. Although, even though times were getting tougher and tougher, Agharna’s parents refused to take up other professions. However, Agharna’s mother and father couldn’t possibly keep their farm running without working for days on end and since there was little food to go around, the parents eventually died of over-exhaustion.
Agharna swore to himself, after the day his parents had died, that he’d never except a life of poverty. He would always strive for something better.
For this reason, the hatchling chose to join the Icewarden’s army instead of resorting to scavenging for insects. Agharna spent years training and preparing to fight in the never ending battle known as dominance. Many of Agharna’s fellow trainees had been forced to join the Icewarden’s legions and just hopelessly went through the motions. However, Agharna kept saving his treasure and dreaming about the day he would he would leave the Icewarden for a life of luxurious wealth.
Although, the odds of Agharna’s dream becoming reality grew slimmer and slimmer as the day of his official exaltation, which would bind him to the Icewarden’s army eternally and prevent him from ever leaving, drew nearer with each passing day.
In a frantic attempt to postpone his exaltation date, the young fae volunteered to guard the Icefeathers, who were one of Icewarden’s famed noble families, as they threw a week long birthday party for the youngest member of their family: Daisy Icefeather.
When Agharna arrived at the Icefeather Mansion—which was where he had been informed the party would be held—the fae was utterly astounded by the sheer size and exquisite detail of the nobles’ home. While the fae stood there gapping at the entrance to the Icefeather’s house, he was greeted by the most beautiful coatl he had ever seen.
The coatl told him that her name was Daisy Icefeather with a honey-sweet voice that was full of money.
Daisy took one look at Agharna’s dashing suit (which Agharna had actually borrowed from one of his training partners) and assumed he was some wealthy guest that her parents had invited to her party. The coatl instantly hooked her arm around the fae and decided to give him a tour of her home. Agharna had been far to lost in the beauty of the coatl’s dazzling gem genes and expensive apparel to correct her.
As Agharna Catz waltzed through breath-taking halls of the Icefeather Mansion, Daisy asked him what his name was. It was in that moment wealthy stranger named Aghar Catsby was born and Agharna Catz was long forgotten. Mostly because Agharna knew that Aghar Catsby was the name of a dragon worthy of walking beside Daisy Icefeather.
Aghar Catsby spent the rest of the week pretending to be guest at the Icefeather home and frolicking with Daisy through the labyrinth of its halls and guest rooms. Although, it was on the last day of Daisy’s seemingly never-ending party that Aghar’s dreams were of life full of riches were changed forever.
Because Daisy kissed him that day. She kissed him.
Aghar Catsby’s dreams blossomed into a promise as his lips drew apart from Daisy’s. A promise that the fae would become rich so he could provide Daisy with all of the beautiful things her heart desired.
Once the party had ended, Mr. Catsby kept finding loopholes that not only pushed back his exaltation date, but also ensured that he get to see Daisy from time to time. However once the ice flight began to push for top dominance, Aghar could no longer escape his fate. He was exalted on the spot along with thousands of other dragons.
Although, Aghar swore to Daisy (who had been under the impression that the fae had gotten into the Icewarden’s army because he had been jumped by some bandits and exalted by them, rather than willing joining it) that he’d find a way make to her in his letters. For a time, Daisy Icefeather believed Aghar Catsby, but as the years went by she grew tired of waiting...
Meanwhile, the memory of Daisy was the only thing that kept Mr. Catsby going on the war-torn battle field. She was only reason he stayed alive through the pain and the gun shots. Only reason he got up to face another day. His comrades kept telling him that he was never going to see her again, but Mr. Catsby refused to except such a reality and kept looking for a way to escape the Icewarden’s control.
Now, if you asked Mr. Catsby how exactly he undid his own exaltation, he’d probably spin some glorious tale about he battled the Icewarden himself, but in truth, it all started when he chose to pet a cat.
Yes, you read that right. The undoing of Mr. Catsby’s exaltation, which was sealed with one of most powerful soul-binding spells, occurred when the fae chose to pet a random stray cat he saw in the Viridian Labyrinth.
Mr. Catsby’s comrades had warned him not to pet that cat. They had told him it probably had fleas, but Aghar couldn’t turn away from the adorable little furry creature. The fae bent down and reached out to stroke the cat with his talons.
Big mistake.
The cat instantly lunged for Aghar’s paw with a hiss and sunk its teeth in the fae’s leathery skin. Mr. Catsby yelped and jumped back. Fortunately, the cat let go of him and darted back into the lush underbrush.
At first, Aghar didn’t think much of the cat bite and returned to his comrades, with mild disappointment.
That was another big mistake.
An hour after being bitten, Mr. Catsby came down with a terrible fever. Then, his muscles started to ache and spasm out of control. The healers who had been traveling with Mr. Catsby legion couldn’t figure out what was wrong. However, they figured the best thing for the fae would be to leave him outside, where he could feel cool night breeze.
And that was probably the biggest mistake of the day, because as soon as the moonlight covered Mr. Catsby’s body, the shift began.
Mr. Catsby screamed as fur shot out of his skin and his bones jerked out of their sockets. The healers could only stand their and watch in horror as the fae’s body completely rearranged itself. Although, once Mr. Catsby’s transition was complete, the healers stopped staring.
“He’s a werecat!” One of the healers shrieked as they dove for cover in the healer’s tent.
Mr. Catsby just stood there, struggling to breathe and register the drastic change in the way he experienced the world. He cold see in the dark and smell things with greater clarity. However, without his head fins every sound seemed...muffled. Although what truly shocked Aghar was the absence of the primordial tug that kept him connected to Icewarden’s army.
Aghar gasped as he realized that he was, in fact, a cat and since cats couldn’t be exalted, spell that had been cast upon him was now void. He was free at long last. The cat darted along the moonlit forest floor and let out a loud purr. He’d be able to see Daisy again. He realized as his purr grew louder.
Mr. Catsby stopped purring when it dawned on him that his beloved Daisy was on the opposite side of Sornieth. There was thousands upon thousands of miles between them and Mr. Catsby didn’t have resources to get to her.
The werecat paced around desperately trying to think of some he could barter his way back to the dragon he loved so dearly and, suddenly, it dawned on him.
There was nothing more popular in Sornieth than goofy cat videos right now and since Mr. Catsby was now a cat, he would be able to make those videos with ease. He’d be able to sell them on the dark web pretty easily too.
Although, in order to do all that, Mr. Catsby needed a partner and he found one an old snapper dragon who went by the name Mr. Wolfshiem. Mr. Wolfshiem was an ex-photographer, who was perfectly comfortable with using illegal shape-shifting to increase his profits, so he was perfect for the job.
It wasn’t long before Mr. Catsby and Mr. Wolfshiem were drowning in the treasure they had earned from filming countless videos of the werecat doing silly cat things such as leaping away from cucumbers and chasing laser lights.
Although, as soon as Mr. Catsby had a enough money to make the journey to the Southern Icefield, the fae didn’t hesitate to start traveling towards his beloved Daisy. Along the way, Mr. Catsby purchased a mansion knew was directly across from the Icefeather Mansion and practically bribed the mansion retailers to have his house cleaned and spotless by time he arrived.
Once Mr. Catsby made it back to his home territory, the werecat instantly started making preparations to throw the biggest party the Southern Icefielders had ever seen in his new house. He sent out invitations to all of the Icewarden’s noble families. However, the fae had hand wrote the invitation to the Icefeather family. The werecat had spent years envisioning how he’d be reunited with Daisy Icefeather. In all of his wildest dreams, they had always found each other again at the dance floor.
The werecat desperately wanted that fantasy to become reality.
Although, when the party had begun and Daisy Icefeather had arrived, the coatl didn’t come alone. The coatl walked in with arm was hooked around a dashing male wildclaw, who was every bit her perfect match in gene rarity and in color. Mr. Catsby’s heart shattered at the sight of them because he knew they were together in the way only lovers could be.
However, when Daisy rushed to him with watering eyes and danced with him after he assured her that he was no longer exalted, Mr. Catsby allowed himself to hope that perhaps things could go back to the way they were before he had been exalted...
After the party, Daisy kept coming to Mr. Catsby’s mansion and it was during one of her stays there that she had told the werecat that she didn’t love Tom, the wildclaw who she attended the party with. She explained that she had only married the wildclaw for his money and not his heart. Aghar had kissed the coatl once she said those words. Little did Mr. Catsby know, Daisy had only spoken a half truth.
Daisy and Aghar planned to tell Tom that Daisy was going to leave him forever one hot summer evening. Daisy managed to say that she was leaving to her husband, but she couldn’t quite bring herself to look the wildclaw in the eye and say she had never loved him like Catsby had wanted her too.
Unbeknownst to Mr. Catsby, Tom had known the fae was slowly winning over his wife’s heart so he started trying to find some dirt on Aghar that could sway Daisy back to his side. The wildclaw had been waiting for the right time to reveal his findings to his wife and he had decided, as Daisy tried to lie the feelings she had once had for him, to finally drop the truth boom.
“Catsby is a werecat.” Tom blurted out and went on to his wife, where exactly, all of the fae’s money had come from.
Mr. Catsby had pleaded with Daisy after Tom had finished speaking. He told that he had done everything thing for her and had been the honest truth. Although, in the end, Daisy still chose Tom over Aghar because the wildclaw’s money had been honestly and thus wouldn’t be confiscated randomly by the gods. The coatl let Tom lead her back to the Icefeather Mansion and never looked back at the heartbroken fae.
It was at that point that Mr. Catsby realized Daisy heart were only driven by two things: money and pleasure.
On the walk back to the Icefeather Mansion, Tom and Daisy passed by a tundra with blood-red fur, who had been standing in the shadows. For a moment, wildclaw’s eye locked with tundra. Tom didn’t say a word, but he nodded without breaking the furry dragon’s gaze. Instantly, the tundra moved from her post and started to walk casually, but still purposely towards Catsby’s mansion.
She had been hired to kill the fae and money she would be rewarded with was enough to get the Plaguebringer off her back indefinitely. Her new mentor, Umira, had advised her not too, but the tundra didn’t want to spend the rest of her life looking over her shoulder and constantly endangering all of those near her.
The tundra slipped in between the mansion’s front doors, which Tom had conveniently left open for her, with deadly stealth. Without the slightest sound, she made her way deeper and deeper into the mansion until she finally saw Catsby. The fae dragon was walking towards the balcony, with head held low and his tail dragging on the ground. Normally, the tundra would have tackled the dragon and stabbed him, but she pause when she noticed rather sad demeanor.
Then, the tundra saw the fae step out into the moonlight-glazed balcony and do something that took her breath away. The fae shifted. And once the transformation had been complete, a cat stood in the fae’s place.
It was then that the tundra realized that fae was diseased and likely going to be killed for it, just like she almost been...
The tundra took a deep breath and fixed her eyes on the werecat. She knew what she had to do.
Mr. Catsby woke up in a cat-carrier, which he presumed was on ship based on the way the floor gently rocked him back and forth. The cat peered outside the bars of his carrier and saw the tundra, who had smashed his head with a pan so hard he’d passed out, lying on the bed beyond his plastic container and writing something with a quill feather pen.
Mr. Catsby wanted to demand answers from the tundra, but all he could manage do in his current form was meow to get her attention.
The tundra instantly flicked her ruby eyes in the cat’s direction. The crimson-furred dragon, who’s name was Belladona apparently, began to explain to the werecat that she had been hired by Tom to kill him, but had decided to fake his death and take him to a place where he’d be safe: the Aquafire Clan.
“Although, I’m curious,” She drawled. “Why exactly did Tom want you dead?” In truth, the tundra already had a hunch, but she just wanted to make sure.
Mr. Catsby gestured the circular window on the side of the wall, which had moonlight pouring through it.
“Oh, I forget you werecreatures need the moon to shift.” Belladona said and walked over to Mr. Catsby’s cage and popped the door open. Aghar leapt out and strode into the moon’s light. The werecat instantly shifted into his fae form and Belladona watched in amazement.
Once the fae dragon’s joints clicked back into place, the dragon sighed and said, “It’s a long story.”
Then, he told her the honest truth about everything. Starting with his life on the farm and ending Daisy inevitable rejection. He started to Belladona that he doubt he’d ever find love agai—
Belladona outright slapped him.
Mr. Catsby jerked his in the tundra’s direction with a face still stinging.
“What?!” He asked, eyes wide.
“Don’t you dare tell me you are going to waste that big heart of yours on that self-centered b*cth.” She growled.
The fae blinked at the tundra. He had spent five years thinking about Daisy, dreaming about being with her. That dream had become his very identity...but now that he stood there, staring at Belladona, he couldn’t help but notice that those ruby eyes of hers were beautiful.
Perhaps it was time to move on.
I finally finished Agharna’s lore! :D I apologize for all of the grammatical errors and typos. I was kind of rushing to get it all done. I think I am probably going to change Agharna’s name to Mr. Catsby, but I got plenty of renaming scrolls so don’t feel like you have to send me one. I am probably going to get Mr. Catsby an invisibility cloak and a cat apparel item some day too to match his story!
Now, here’s the fae’s lore:
His legal name is Agharna Catz.
However, if you’d ask him, he’d say his name was Aghar Catsby.
Why you ask?
Well, it’s a long story...
Agharna Catz was born into a poor family of farmers that struggled to make ends meet in the Snowsquall Tundra. Although, even though times were getting tougher and tougher, Agharna’s parents refused to take up other professions. However, Agharna’s mother and father couldn’t possibly keep their farm running without working for days on end and since there was little food to go around, the parents eventually died of over-exhaustion.
Agharna swore to himself, after the day his parents had died, that he’d never except a life of poverty. He would always strive for something better.
For this reason, the hatchling chose to join the Icewarden’s army instead of resorting to scavenging for insects. Agharna spent years training and preparing to fight in the never ending battle known as dominance. Many of Agharna’s fellow trainees had been forced to join the Icewarden’s legions and just hopelessly went through the motions. However, Agharna kept saving his treasure and dreaming about the day he would he would leave the Icewarden for a life of luxurious wealth.
Although, the odds of Agharna’s dream becoming reality grew slimmer and slimmer as the day of his official exaltation, which would bind him to the Icewarden’s army eternally and prevent him from ever leaving, drew nearer with each passing day.
In a frantic attempt to postpone his exaltation date, the young fae volunteered to guard the Icefeathers, who were one of Icewarden’s famed noble families, as they threw a week long birthday party for the youngest member of their family: Daisy Icefeather.
When Agharna arrived at the Icefeather Mansion—which was where he had been informed the party would be held—the fae was utterly astounded by the sheer size and exquisite detail of the nobles’ home. While the fae stood there gapping at the entrance to the Icefeather’s house, he was greeted by the most beautiful coatl he had ever seen.
The coatl told him that her name was Daisy Icefeather with a honey-sweet voice that was full of money.
Daisy took one look at Agharna’s dashing suit (which Agharna had actually borrowed from one of his training partners) and assumed he was some wealthy guest that her parents had invited to her party. The coatl instantly hooked her arm around the fae and decided to give him a tour of her home. Agharna had been far to lost in the beauty of the coatl’s dazzling gem genes and expensive apparel to correct her.
As Agharna Catz waltzed through breath-taking halls of the Icefeather Mansion, Daisy asked him what his name was. It was in that moment wealthy stranger named Aghar Catsby was born and Agharna Catz was long forgotten. Mostly because Agharna knew that Aghar Catsby was the name of a dragon worthy of walking beside Daisy Icefeather.
Aghar Catsby spent the rest of the week pretending to be guest at the Icefeather home and frolicking with Daisy through the labyrinth of its halls and guest rooms. Although, it was on the last day of Daisy’s seemingly never-ending party that Aghar’s dreams were of life full of riches were changed forever.
Because Daisy kissed him that day. She kissed him.
Aghar Catsby’s dreams blossomed into a promise as his lips drew apart from Daisy’s. A promise that the fae would become rich so he could provide Daisy with all of the beautiful things her heart desired.
Once the party had ended, Mr. Catsby kept finding loopholes that not only pushed back his exaltation date, but also ensured that he get to see Daisy from time to time. However once the ice flight began to push for top dominance, Aghar could no longer escape his fate. He was exalted on the spot along with thousands of other dragons.
Although, Aghar swore to Daisy (who had been under the impression that the fae had gotten into the Icewarden’s army because he had been jumped by some bandits and exalted by them, rather than willing joining it) that he’d find a way make to her in his letters. For a time, Daisy Icefeather believed Aghar Catsby, but as the years went by she grew tired of waiting...
Meanwhile, the memory of Daisy was the only thing that kept Mr. Catsby going on the war-torn battle field. She was only reason he stayed alive through the pain and the gun shots. Only reason he got up to face another day. His comrades kept telling him that he was never going to see her again, but Mr. Catsby refused to except such a reality and kept looking for a way to escape the Icewarden’s control.
Now, if you asked Mr. Catsby how exactly he undid his own exaltation, he’d probably spin some glorious tale about he battled the Icewarden himself, but in truth, it all started when he chose to pet a cat.
Yes, you read that right. The undoing of Mr. Catsby’s exaltation, which was sealed with one of most powerful soul-binding spells, occurred when the fae chose to pet a random stray cat he saw in the Viridian Labyrinth.
Mr. Catsby’s comrades had warned him not to pet that cat. They had told him it probably had fleas, but Aghar couldn’t turn away from the adorable little furry creature. The fae bent down and reached out to stroke the cat with his talons.
Big mistake.
The cat instantly lunged for Aghar’s paw with a hiss and sunk its teeth in the fae’s leathery skin. Mr. Catsby yelped and jumped back. Fortunately, the cat let go of him and darted back into the lush underbrush.
At first, Aghar didn’t think much of the cat bite and returned to his comrades, with mild disappointment.
That was another big mistake.
An hour after being bitten, Mr. Catsby came down with a terrible fever. Then, his muscles started to ache and spasm out of control. The healers who had been traveling with Mr. Catsby legion couldn’t figure out what was wrong. However, they figured the best thing for the fae would be to leave him outside, where he could feel cool night breeze.
And that was probably the biggest mistake of the day, because as soon as the moonlight covered Mr. Catsby’s body, the shift began.
Mr. Catsby screamed as fur shot out of his skin and his bones jerked out of their sockets. The healers could only stand their and watch in horror as the fae’s body completely rearranged itself. Although, once Mr. Catsby’s transition was complete, the healers stopped staring.
“He’s a werecat!” One of the healers shrieked as they dove for cover in the healer’s tent.
Mr. Catsby just stood there, struggling to breathe and register the drastic change in the way he experienced the world. He cold see in the dark and smell things with greater clarity. However, without his head fins every sound seemed...muffled. Although what truly shocked Aghar was the absence of the primordial tug that kept him connected to Icewarden’s army.
Aghar gasped as he realized that he was, in fact, a cat and since cats couldn’t be exalted, spell that had been cast upon him was now void. He was free at long last. The cat darted along the moonlit forest floor and let out a loud purr. He’d be able to see Daisy again. He realized as his purr grew louder.
Mr. Catsby stopped purring when it dawned on him that his beloved Daisy was on the opposite side of Sornieth. There was thousands upon thousands of miles between them and Mr. Catsby didn’t have resources to get to her.
The werecat paced around desperately trying to think of some he could barter his way back to the dragon he loved so dearly and, suddenly, it dawned on him.
There was nothing more popular in Sornieth than goofy cat videos right now and since Mr. Catsby was now a cat, he would be able to make those videos with ease. He’d be able to sell them on the dark web pretty easily too.
Although, in order to do all that, Mr. Catsby needed a partner and he found one an old snapper dragon who went by the name Mr. Wolfshiem. Mr. Wolfshiem was an ex-photographer, who was perfectly comfortable with using illegal shape-shifting to increase his profits, so he was perfect for the job.
It wasn’t long before Mr. Catsby and Mr. Wolfshiem were drowning in the treasure they had earned from filming countless videos of the werecat doing silly cat things such as leaping away from cucumbers and chasing laser lights.
Although, as soon as Mr. Catsby had a enough money to make the journey to the Southern Icefield, the fae didn’t hesitate to start traveling towards his beloved Daisy. Along the way, Mr. Catsby purchased a mansion knew was directly across from the Icefeather Mansion and practically bribed the mansion retailers to have his house cleaned and spotless by time he arrived.
Once Mr. Catsby made it back to his home territory, the werecat instantly started making preparations to throw the biggest party the Southern Icefielders had ever seen in his new house. He sent out invitations to all of the Icewarden’s noble families. However, the fae had hand wrote the invitation to the Icefeather family. The werecat had spent years envisioning how he’d be reunited with Daisy Icefeather. In all of his wildest dreams, they had always found each other again at the dance floor.
The werecat desperately wanted that fantasy to become reality.
Although, when the party had begun and Daisy Icefeather had arrived, the coatl didn’t come alone. The coatl walked in with arm was hooked around a dashing male wildclaw, who was every bit her perfect match in gene rarity and in color. Mr. Catsby’s heart shattered at the sight of them because he knew they were together in the way only lovers could be.
However, when Daisy rushed to him with watering eyes and danced with him after he assured her that he was no longer exalted, Mr. Catsby allowed himself to hope that perhaps things could go back to the way they were before he had been exalted...
After the party, Daisy kept coming to Mr. Catsby’s mansion and it was during one of her stays there that she had told the werecat that she didn’t love Tom, the wildclaw who she attended the party with. She explained that she had only married the wildclaw for his money and not his heart. Aghar had kissed the coatl once she said those words. Little did Mr. Catsby know, Daisy had only spoken a half truth.
Daisy and Aghar planned to tell Tom that Daisy was going to leave him forever one hot summer evening. Daisy managed to say that she was leaving to her husband, but she couldn’t quite bring herself to look the wildclaw in the eye and say she had never loved him like Catsby had wanted her too.
Unbeknownst to Mr. Catsby, Tom had known the fae was slowly winning over his wife’s heart so he started trying to find some dirt on Aghar that could sway Daisy back to his side. The wildclaw had been waiting for the right time to reveal his findings to his wife and he had decided, as Daisy tried to lie the feelings she had once had for him, to finally drop the truth boom.
“Catsby is a werecat.” Tom blurted out and went on to his wife, where exactly, all of the fae’s money had come from.
Mr. Catsby had pleaded with Daisy after Tom had finished speaking. He told that he had done everything thing for her and had been the honest truth. Although, in the end, Daisy still chose Tom over Aghar because the wildclaw’s money had been honestly and thus wouldn’t be confiscated randomly by the gods. The coatl let Tom lead her back to the Icefeather Mansion and never looked back at the heartbroken fae.
It was at that point that Mr. Catsby realized Daisy heart were only driven by two things: money and pleasure.
...
On the walk back to the Icefeather Mansion, Tom and Daisy passed by a tundra with blood-red fur, who had been standing in the shadows. For a moment, wildclaw’s eye locked with tundra. Tom didn’t say a word, but he nodded without breaking the furry dragon’s gaze. Instantly, the tundra moved from her post and started to walk casually, but still purposely towards Catsby’s mansion.
She had been hired to kill the fae and money she would be rewarded with was enough to get the Plaguebringer off her back indefinitely. Her new mentor, Umira, had advised her not too, but the tundra didn’t want to spend the rest of her life looking over her shoulder and constantly endangering all of those near her.
The tundra slipped in between the mansion’s front doors, which Tom had conveniently left open for her, with deadly stealth. Without the slightest sound, she made her way deeper and deeper into the mansion until she finally saw Catsby. The fae dragon was walking towards the balcony, with head held low and his tail dragging on the ground. Normally, the tundra would have tackled the dragon and stabbed him, but she pause when she noticed rather sad demeanor.
Then, the tundra saw the fae step out into the moonlight-glazed balcony and do something that took her breath away. The fae shifted. And once the transformation had been complete, a cat stood in the fae’s place.
It was then that the tundra realized that fae was diseased and likely going to be killed for it, just like she almost been...
The tundra took a deep breath and fixed her eyes on the werecat. She knew what she had to do.
...
Mr. Catsby woke up in a cat-carrier, which he presumed was on ship based on the way the floor gently rocked him back and forth. The cat peered outside the bars of his carrier and saw the tundra, who had smashed his head with a pan so hard he’d passed out, lying on the bed beyond his plastic container and writing something with a quill feather pen.
Mr. Catsby wanted to demand answers from the tundra, but all he could manage do in his current form was meow to get her attention.
The tundra instantly flicked her ruby eyes in the cat’s direction. The crimson-furred dragon, who’s name was Belladona apparently, began to explain to the werecat that she had been hired by Tom to kill him, but had decided to fake his death and take him to a place where he’d be safe: the Aquafire Clan.
“Although, I’m curious,” She drawled. “Why exactly did Tom want you dead?” In truth, the tundra already had a hunch, but she just wanted to make sure.
Mr. Catsby gestured the circular window on the side of the wall, which had moonlight pouring through it.
“Oh, I forget you werecreatures need the moon to shift.” Belladona said and walked over to Mr. Catsby’s cage and popped the door open. Aghar leapt out and strode into the moon’s light. The werecat instantly shifted into his fae form and Belladona watched in amazement.
Once the fae dragon’s joints clicked back into place, the dragon sighed and said, “It’s a long story.”
Then, he told her the honest truth about everything. Starting with his life on the farm and ending Daisy inevitable rejection. He started to Belladona that he doubt he’d ever find love agai—
Belladona outright slapped him.
Mr. Catsby jerked his in the tundra’s direction with a face still stinging.
“What?!” He asked, eyes wide.
“Don’t you dare tell me you are going to waste that big heart of yours on that self-centered b*cth.” She growled.
The fae blinked at the tundra. He had spent five years thinking about Daisy, dreaming about being with her. That dream had become his very identity...but now that he stood there, staring at Belladona, he couldn’t help but notice that those ruby eyes of hers were beautiful.
Perhaps it was time to move on.
@Decaffeinated
I saw that the hold expires after one day which I think means that I can put this guy on hold? I double-checked the rules but I might be wrong, I'll try to hold this guy for myself anyway.
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@Decaffeinated
I saw that the hold expires after one day which I think means that I can put this guy on hold? I double-checked the rules but I might be wrong, I'll try to hold this guy for myself anyway.
I saw that the hold expires after one day which I think means that I can put this guy on hold? I double-checked the rules but I might be wrong, I'll try to hold this guy for myself anyway.
@Decaffeinated Oh man I'm sorry about bothering again so early but I just had such a nice idea for this guy
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Can I ask to have him on hold please? I'm about to leave work but I'll have something written for him tomorrow, I already have a vague idea that I need to put into words
@Decaffeinated Oh man I'm sorry about bothering again so early but I just had such a nice idea for this guy
Can I ask to have him on hold please? I'm about to leave work but I'll have something written for him tomorrow, I already have a vague idea that I need to put into words
Can I ask to have him on hold please? I'm about to leave work but I'll have something written for him tomorrow, I already have a vague idea that I need to put into words
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@Furiku Held!
@Saraceaser Here's hoping the sun won't bother him too much during his travels!
@O1iviaDragon That was one heck of a wild ride xD I'll send Agharna - er, Mr. Catsby over in a moment!
@Yonaishere
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Dragons not listed as open are never available regardless of if their hold seems expired or not.
@UndeadFae Yes! He's held for you ^-^
@Furiku Held!
@Saraceaser Here's hoping the sun won't bother him too much during his travels!
@O1iviaDragon That was one heck of a wild ride xD I'll send Agharna - er, Mr. Catsby over in a moment!
@Yonaishere
Dragons not listed as open are never available regardless of if their hold seems expired or not.
@UndeadFae Yes! He's held for you ^-^
@Saraceaser Here's hoping the sun won't bother him too much during his travels!
@O1iviaDragon That was one heck of a wild ride xD I'll send Agharna - er, Mr. Catsby over in a moment!
@Yonaishere
Decaffeinated wrote on 2019-01-08 18:02:54:
- Do not ask to hold dragons that are not on the list or not listed as "open". There are no "wait lists" for held dragons; when their hold reopens they will be offered at a first come, first serve basis once more.
@UndeadFae Yes! He's held for you ^-^
@Decaffeinated
Here's the lore I came up with!
Most dragons native to the Ashfall Wastes didn’t mind fire. While not every dragon was outright immune, having the natural resistance to most had as simply being born with the Flamecaller’s blessing usually resulted as dragons just treating fire as just another aspect of the environment.
Hanabi wasn’t that lucky. From his hatching, he feared the fires around him. No one understood why, and any attempts to rectify that lead to simply making things worse. Eventually they stopped trying to help, some dragons even whispering of a curse on the family line- Hanabi didn’t know the stories but it seemed he was not the first of his family to be considered odd. Maybe they were right.
Hanabi simply suffered quietly for a time, avoiding any fire he possibly could and running at the first chance available if he’d been forced to stay near flames. Dreams of leaving and finding a new home circled in his mind but there was never a chance to safely leave. And even if he did...where would he go? Dragonhome and The Southern Icefield came to mind, neither seemed like they’d be likely to have many fires after all, but how would he get there? And he didn’t know enough about the surrounding lands to make a choice between all of them.
So he was stuck. Or at least until the Flameforger’s Festival came around. Clans and ambassadors came from all around to celebrate, the fireborn living with the other elements still drawn to the place of their birth. No one paid attention to the small Fae fluttering between dragons and camps, watching everyone go about their lives. Even his mother was too busy with preparations to keep an eye on him. Besides, he was old enough to make his own decisions.
When a new batch of travelers and clans settled outside the main hub of the celebration Hanabi took his chance and snuck out to inspect the temporary camps. Most ended up in disappointment, the small fae spotting an abundance of fire and fire themed memorabilia as he snuck around. It could just be for the duration of the holiday but even he could tell that they didn’t understand how destructive fire could be. They were careless with their use of it- it would be just like living in the Wastes if he went with any of those clans.
But still he searched, dreaming of the possibility of a new home.
And eventually he found hope. What caught his attention at first was that most of the light in the camp wasn’t provided by a bonfire. Instead it was from little glass encased globes of light strung together over the area, the illumination provided a steady glow instead the flickering of fire. He’d learn later these were called fairy lights. There was a small bonfire area but it was neatly to the side and there was no flammable items near the fire itself. Right, okay. Still celebrating but celebrating responsibly it seemed. Better than most around here at least. But it was what happened next that really caught his attention.
A Wildclaw and an Imperial approached the flames and coaxed the bonfire higher without even touching it. Magic of course, he’d seen it before, but they controlled it so well...and when a flame flicked off and landed too close to the wood presumably meant for fuel for the fire it was quickly snuffed out. Not by the two using fire magic, who had paused as they noticed the wayward flame, but by a small puff of white colored foam handled by a dark scaled guardian holding some sort of strange canister. A small fae moved after the guardian, seemingly pulling a bit of water from a jar on her waist with magic and cleaning up the foam before wetting the area around the wood without getting the wood itself wet and coaxing the water back into the jug once she was done.
Obviously they knew how to deal with fire if this reaction was anything to go by. That...that was encouraging. If they knew how to deal with fire and they didn’t have the resistance that fire element dragons did...maybe they could help him come to terms with his fear of fire. After all if he knew various ways of putting fire out it would help immensely.
His crest raised as his hope grew.
Maybe he wouldn’t have to always be afraid.
Only one way to find out.
He just ask to ask.
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(And yes, my clan does have fire extinguishers because a majority are scientists who consider any reaction valueable data. And the others banned them from experimenting until they came up with fire suppression options.)
Here's the lore I came up with!
Most dragons native to the Ashfall Wastes didn’t mind fire. While not every dragon was outright immune, having the natural resistance to most had as simply being born with the Flamecaller’s blessing usually resulted as dragons just treating fire as just another aspect of the environment.
Hanabi wasn’t that lucky. From his hatching, he feared the fires around him. No one understood why, and any attempts to rectify that lead to simply making things worse. Eventually they stopped trying to help, some dragons even whispering of a curse on the family line- Hanabi didn’t know the stories but it seemed he was not the first of his family to be considered odd. Maybe they were right.
Hanabi simply suffered quietly for a time, avoiding any fire he possibly could and running at the first chance available if he’d been forced to stay near flames. Dreams of leaving and finding a new home circled in his mind but there was never a chance to safely leave. And even if he did...where would he go? Dragonhome and The Southern Icefield came to mind, neither seemed like they’d be likely to have many fires after all, but how would he get there? And he didn’t know enough about the surrounding lands to make a choice between all of them.
So he was stuck. Or at least until the Flameforger’s Festival came around. Clans and ambassadors came from all around to celebrate, the fireborn living with the other elements still drawn to the place of their birth. No one paid attention to the small Fae fluttering between dragons and camps, watching everyone go about their lives. Even his mother was too busy with preparations to keep an eye on him. Besides, he was old enough to make his own decisions.
When a new batch of travelers and clans settled outside the main hub of the celebration Hanabi took his chance and snuck out to inspect the temporary camps. Most ended up in disappointment, the small fae spotting an abundance of fire and fire themed memorabilia as he snuck around. It could just be for the duration of the holiday but even he could tell that they didn’t understand how destructive fire could be. They were careless with their use of it- it would be just like living in the Wastes if he went with any of those clans.
But still he searched, dreaming of the possibility of a new home.
And eventually he found hope. What caught his attention at first was that most of the light in the camp wasn’t provided by a bonfire. Instead it was from little glass encased globes of light strung together over the area, the illumination provided a steady glow instead the flickering of fire. He’d learn later these were called fairy lights. There was a small bonfire area but it was neatly to the side and there was no flammable items near the fire itself. Right, okay. Still celebrating but celebrating responsibly it seemed. Better than most around here at least. But it was what happened next that really caught his attention.
A Wildclaw and an Imperial approached the flames and coaxed the bonfire higher without even touching it. Magic of course, he’d seen it before, but they controlled it so well...and when a flame flicked off and landed too close to the wood presumably meant for fuel for the fire it was quickly snuffed out. Not by the two using fire magic, who had paused as they noticed the wayward flame, but by a small puff of white colored foam handled by a dark scaled guardian holding some sort of strange canister. A small fae moved after the guardian, seemingly pulling a bit of water from a jar on her waist with magic and cleaning up the foam before wetting the area around the wood without getting the wood itself wet and coaxing the water back into the jug once she was done.
Obviously they knew how to deal with fire if this reaction was anything to go by. That...that was encouraging. If they knew how to deal with fire and they didn’t have the resistance that fire element dragons did...maybe they could help him come to terms with his fear of fire. After all if he knew various ways of putting fire out it would help immensely.
His crest raised as his hope grew.
Maybe he wouldn’t have to always be afraid.
Only one way to find out.
He just ask to ask.
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@Decaffeinated
Here's the lore I came up with!
Most dragons native to the Ashfall Wastes didn’t mind fire. While not every dragon was outright immune, having the natural resistance to most had as simply being born with the Flamecaller’s blessing usually resulted as dragons just treating fire as just another aspect of the environment.
Hanabi wasn’t that lucky. From his hatching, he feared the fires around him. No one understood why, and any attempts to rectify that lead to simply making things worse. Eventually they stopped trying to help, some dragons even whispering of a curse on the family line- Hanabi didn’t know the stories but it seemed he was not the first of his family to be considered odd. Maybe they were right.
Hanabi simply suffered quietly for a time, avoiding any fire he possibly could and running at the first chance available if he’d been forced to stay near flames. Dreams of leaving and finding a new home circled in his mind but there was never a chance to safely leave. And even if he did...where would he go? Dragonhome and The Southern Icefield came to mind, neither seemed like they’d be likely to have many fires after all, but how would he get there? And he didn’t know enough about the surrounding lands to make a choice between all of them.
So he was stuck. Or at least until the Flameforger’s Festival came around. Clans and ambassadors came from all around to celebrate, the fireborn living with the other elements still drawn to the place of their birth. No one paid attention to the small Fae fluttering between dragons and camps, watching everyone go about their lives. Even his mother was too busy with preparations to keep an eye on him. Besides, he was old enough to make his own decisions.
When a new batch of travelers and clans settled outside the main hub of the celebration Hanabi took his chance and snuck out to inspect the temporary camps. Most ended up in disappointment, the small fae spotting an abundance of fire and fire themed memorabilia as he snuck around. It could just be for the duration of the holiday but even he could tell that they didn’t understand how destructive fire could be. They were careless with their use of it- it would be just like living in the Wastes if he went with any of those clans.
But still he searched, dreaming of the possibility of a new home.
And eventually he found hope. What caught his attention at first was that most of the light in the camp wasn’t provided by a bonfire. Instead it was from little glass encased globes of light strung together over the area, the illumination provided a steady glow instead the flickering of fire. He’d learn later these were called fairy lights. There was a small bonfire area but it was neatly to the side and there was no flammable items near the fire itself. Right, okay. Still celebrating but celebrating responsibly it seemed. Better than most around here at least. But it was what happened next that really caught his attention.
A Wildclaw and an Imperial approached the flames and coaxed the bonfire higher without even touching it. Magic of course, he’d seen it before, but they controlled it so well...and when a flame flicked off and landed too close to the wood presumably meant for fuel for the fire it was quickly snuffed out. Not by the two using fire magic, who had paused as they noticed the wayward flame, but by a small puff of white colored foam handled by a dark scaled guardian holding some sort of strange canister. A small fae moved after the guardian, seemingly pulling a bit of water from a jar on her waist with magic and cleaning up the foam before wetting the area around the wood without getting the wood itself wet and coaxing the water back into the jug once she was done.
Obviously they knew how to deal with fire if this reaction was anything to go by. That...that was encouraging. If they knew how to deal with fire and they didn’t have the resistance that fire element dragons did...maybe they could help him come to terms with his fear of fire. After all if he knew various ways of putting fire out it would help immensely.
His crest raised as his hope grew.
Maybe he wouldn’t have to always be afraid.
Only one way to find out.
He just ask to ask.
----
(And yes, my clan does have fire extinguishers because a majority are scientists who consider any reaction valueable data. And the others banned them from experimenting until they came up with fire suppression options.)
Here's the lore I came up with!
Most dragons native to the Ashfall Wastes didn’t mind fire. While not every dragon was outright immune, having the natural resistance to most had as simply being born with the Flamecaller’s blessing usually resulted as dragons just treating fire as just another aspect of the environment.
Hanabi wasn’t that lucky. From his hatching, he feared the fires around him. No one understood why, and any attempts to rectify that lead to simply making things worse. Eventually they stopped trying to help, some dragons even whispering of a curse on the family line- Hanabi didn’t know the stories but it seemed he was not the first of his family to be considered odd. Maybe they were right.
Hanabi simply suffered quietly for a time, avoiding any fire he possibly could and running at the first chance available if he’d been forced to stay near flames. Dreams of leaving and finding a new home circled in his mind but there was never a chance to safely leave. And even if he did...where would he go? Dragonhome and The Southern Icefield came to mind, neither seemed like they’d be likely to have many fires after all, but how would he get there? And he didn’t know enough about the surrounding lands to make a choice between all of them.
So he was stuck. Or at least until the Flameforger’s Festival came around. Clans and ambassadors came from all around to celebrate, the fireborn living with the other elements still drawn to the place of their birth. No one paid attention to the small Fae fluttering between dragons and camps, watching everyone go about their lives. Even his mother was too busy with preparations to keep an eye on him. Besides, he was old enough to make his own decisions.
When a new batch of travelers and clans settled outside the main hub of the celebration Hanabi took his chance and snuck out to inspect the temporary camps. Most ended up in disappointment, the small fae spotting an abundance of fire and fire themed memorabilia as he snuck around. It could just be for the duration of the holiday but even he could tell that they didn’t understand how destructive fire could be. They were careless with their use of it- it would be just like living in the Wastes if he went with any of those clans.
But still he searched, dreaming of the possibility of a new home.
And eventually he found hope. What caught his attention at first was that most of the light in the camp wasn’t provided by a bonfire. Instead it was from little glass encased globes of light strung together over the area, the illumination provided a steady glow instead the flickering of fire. He’d learn later these were called fairy lights. There was a small bonfire area but it was neatly to the side and there was no flammable items near the fire itself. Right, okay. Still celebrating but celebrating responsibly it seemed. Better than most around here at least. But it was what happened next that really caught his attention.
A Wildclaw and an Imperial approached the flames and coaxed the bonfire higher without even touching it. Magic of course, he’d seen it before, but they controlled it so well...and when a flame flicked off and landed too close to the wood presumably meant for fuel for the fire it was quickly snuffed out. Not by the two using fire magic, who had paused as they noticed the wayward flame, but by a small puff of white colored foam handled by a dark scaled guardian holding some sort of strange canister. A small fae moved after the guardian, seemingly pulling a bit of water from a jar on her waist with magic and cleaning up the foam before wetting the area around the wood without getting the wood itself wet and coaxing the water back into the jug once she was done.
Obviously they knew how to deal with fire if this reaction was anything to go by. That...that was encouraging. If they knew how to deal with fire and they didn’t have the resistance that fire element dragons did...maybe they could help him come to terms with his fear of fire. After all if he knew various ways of putting fire out it would help immensely.
His crest raised as his hope grew.
Maybe he wouldn’t have to always be afraid.
Only one way to find out.
He just ask to ask.
----
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@Decaffeinated Just finished the story for Gretchen! Hope you like it :)
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[i]I dangled the lustrous ring from my index talon. It was a striking orange sapphire princess cut silver engagement ring, encrusted with diamonds that scattered the steady rays of sunlight. “So, what do you say, my dear?” Bertram stood up, his long coat sweeping the marbled floor. His eyes were bright and hopeful, much like the ones of an innocent lover. But, innocent he was not. A lover, he was not. Behind the veil of warmth and fondness was malice and animosity. My mother nudged me, and my father hissed in my ear almost threateningly, “remember the agreement”. The agreement… It was what I wanted, wasn’t it? The agreement that I would be arranged to marry Prince Bertram and rule by his side, as a merger between our families that would create a new dynasty. It would grant me sovereignty, supremacy, all I’ve ever wished for and more. But, what kind of life would I be living? Bertram was a brutal and sadistic dragon, even abusive at times, particularly when he was intoxicated. On top of that, he despised me. A “worthless tramp”, he once called me. “Well, Gretchen?” This time, Bertram’s voice was sweet like honey, yet the delightful sound did not reach his face. Instead, his eyes were hardened with impatience and his lip curled. I stared back at him, anger and resentment towards not only the prince, but also my parents, welling up in my throat. Holding his gaze, I lowered my hand and placed the ring on the glossy floor. “What are you-” I heard my father whisper furiously. I suppose I knew at the time that I would suffer dire consequences later, nevertheless, without hesitation, I slammed my hand down on the ring. I could feel the smashed shards of gemstone digging into my palm, Bertram’s glare of disbelief and disgust, and the scorching heat of my parents’ fury behind me. Suddenly, I was looking into the crazed, rage-filled eyes of my father, but before I could speak, I felt a sharp impact on the left side of my face. “You filthy, ungracious… rat!” he bellowed, hot breath and drops of spit landing on my face. I glanced at my mother for support, however she -my own mother- would not meet my gaze. “You… you are not my daughter. Get out. Get… out!” I did not recognize this dragon, who I once called my father, anymore, and I could tell he no longer recognized me. So, I ran. Despite the piercing shards embedded in my hand and blood running down my cheek, I made it to Radiance River, the border between my former kingdom and its rival kingdom.[/i]
@Decaffeinated Just finished the story for Gretchen! Hope you like it :)
I dangled the lustrous ring from my index talon. It was a striking orange sapphire princess cut silver engagement ring, encrusted with diamonds that scattered the steady rays of sunlight. “So, what do you say, my dear?” Bertram stood up, his long coat sweeping the marbled floor. His eyes were bright and hopeful, much like the ones of an innocent lover. But, innocent he was not. A lover, he was not. Behind the veil of warmth and fondness was malice and animosity. My mother nudged me, and my father hissed in my ear almost threateningly, “remember the agreement”. The agreement… It was what I wanted, wasn’t it? The agreement that I would be arranged to marry Prince Bertram and rule by his side, as a merger between our families that would create a new dynasty. It would grant me sovereignty, supremacy, all I’ve ever wished for and more. But, what kind of life would I be living? Bertram was a brutal and sadistic dragon, even abusive at times, particularly when he was intoxicated. On top of that, he despised me. A “worthless tramp”, he once called me. “Well, Gretchen?” This time, Bertram’s voice was sweet like honey, yet the delightful sound did not reach his face. Instead, his eyes were hardened with impatience and his lip curled. I stared back at him, anger and resentment towards not only the prince, but also my parents, welling up in my throat. Holding his gaze, I lowered my hand and placed the ring on the glossy floor. “What are you-” I heard my father whisper furiously. I suppose I knew at the time that I would suffer dire consequences later, nevertheless, without hesitation, I slammed my hand down on the ring. I could feel the smashed shards of gemstone digging into my palm, Bertram’s glare of disbelief and disgust, and the scorching heat of my parents’ fury behind me. Suddenly, I was looking into the crazed, rage-filled eyes of my father, but before I could speak, I felt a sharp impact on the left side of my face. “You filthy, ungracious… rat!” he bellowed, hot breath and drops of spit landing on my face. I glanced at my mother for support, however she -my own mother- would not meet my gaze. “You… you are not my daughter. Get out. Get… out!” I did not recognize this dragon, who I once called my father, anymore, and I could tell he no longer recognized me. So, I ran. Despite the piercing shards embedded in my hand and blood running down my cheek, I made it to Radiance River, the border between my former kingdom and its rival kingdom.
I dangled the lustrous ring from my index talon. It was a striking orange sapphire princess cut silver engagement ring, encrusted with diamonds that scattered the steady rays of sunlight. “So, what do you say, my dear?” Bertram stood up, his long coat sweeping the marbled floor. His eyes were bright and hopeful, much like the ones of an innocent lover. But, innocent he was not. A lover, he was not. Behind the veil of warmth and fondness was malice and animosity. My mother nudged me, and my father hissed in my ear almost threateningly, “remember the agreement”. The agreement… It was what I wanted, wasn’t it? The agreement that I would be arranged to marry Prince Bertram and rule by his side, as a merger between our families that would create a new dynasty. It would grant me sovereignty, supremacy, all I’ve ever wished for and more. But, what kind of life would I be living? Bertram was a brutal and sadistic dragon, even abusive at times, particularly when he was intoxicated. On top of that, he despised me. A “worthless tramp”, he once called me. “Well, Gretchen?” This time, Bertram’s voice was sweet like honey, yet the delightful sound did not reach his face. Instead, his eyes were hardened with impatience and his lip curled. I stared back at him, anger and resentment towards not only the prince, but also my parents, welling up in my throat. Holding his gaze, I lowered my hand and placed the ring on the glossy floor. “What are you-” I heard my father whisper furiously. I suppose I knew at the time that I would suffer dire consequences later, nevertheless, without hesitation, I slammed my hand down on the ring. I could feel the smashed shards of gemstone digging into my palm, Bertram’s glare of disbelief and disgust, and the scorching heat of my parents’ fury behind me. Suddenly, I was looking into the crazed, rage-filled eyes of my father, but before I could speak, I felt a sharp impact on the left side of my face. “You filthy, ungracious… rat!” he bellowed, hot breath and drops of spit landing on my face. I glanced at my mother for support, however she -my own mother- would not meet my gaze. “You… you are not my daughter. Get out. Get… out!” I did not recognize this dragon, who I once called my father, anymore, and I could tell he no longer recognized me. So, I ran. Despite the piercing shards embedded in my hand and blood running down my cheek, I made it to Radiance River, the border between my former kingdom and its rival kingdom.
