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mermaidlorelei
ok I've written lore for Alseides! It's a bit long so I'm only gonna post the first 600 words here, but here's the link to the forum post I made with the full story if you wanted to read it :-)
http://www1.flightrising.com/forums/cc/2680400#post_2680400
The sky was dark, a starless night. Warm winds stirred the dry grass. Dragons gathered to give congratulations to Arkania after hatching her clutch of eggs, three healthy males and a beautiful girl. At least, until they saw her eyes. None of the other hatchling’s eyes had opened, and they wouldn’t for several hours. But hers were open wide. Two bright spots of light; glaring and harsh in the darkness, glowing a steady orange. Pupiless and gaping. Grey wisps rose across her scales with the impression of smoke, her eyes the flame that cast them.
Immediately the dragons stepped back, murmuring fearfully to one another. This had never been seen before. All of her other hatchlings seemed healthy, but what could be done about this one? Is she blind? Would her eyes ever cease to glow? These were fearsome questions and there was little time to decide, for within the hour rumors were already beginning to spread that this hatchling was an ill omen. While her brothers ambled about slowly, she moved with abnormal skill and strength. They named her Alseides, in hopes that she would grow into the name; perhaps become gentle and normal over time. But this hope was soon abandoned. Alseides could already walk, while her brothers had not gotten up. The dragons watched her nip at the dead grass and pounce after insects. Their attention soon diverted to the worsening conditions of her hatchmates.
The dragons watching began to panic. A nocturne spoke out, his voice rising above the murmurs of the other dragons. “Something must be wrong. She shouldn’t be acting like this. And look- her brothers: they’re hardly breathing.”
Arkania reached down and nudged the males with her nose. Fear struck her, heavy with truth. “H-he’s right- they’re barely alive.” This was met with outcry.
The decision to outcast Alseides was instant. It appeared she had stolen her hatchling’s strength, sapped their energy to near death. She used their essence to fuel herself. While she romped across the ground, her brothers were recovering with a medic. Who else might she harm and what if she never grew to control it? The implications of this curse were impossible to ignore. They had killed dangerous dragons before- Alseides would be no exception.
Yet Arkania would not let them. She begged the clan leaders to give her daughter another way, a second chance. They agreed, but she was too dangerous to stay with them. They sent Alseides immediately into the wilderness. “If she has the strength to survive, then she will.”
Alseides didn’t remember her first years in the wild. Somehow she lived. She wandered from clan to clan, always exiled after a month or so. To survive, Alseides had to feed off the energy of another. This made her incredibly strong and adept in battle but eventually killed her host. When healthy, her eyes glowed a brilliant orange, and they dimmed as she weakened over time. She required something as large as a dragon to fuel her for a month, the likes of which she never found in the wild. Deer and rabbits were simply too small. Alseides would move to highly populated clans in the hopes of draining life from many dragons at once, but she discovered that this was not how her curse worked. She needed a single host. And so she would become fast friends with some unfortunate soul, live in the same dwelling, and sleep nearby at night, cementing her bond to them. After a month, the dragon would wither and die- their body diminished to ash, forcing Alseides to quickly move to another clan before they began to suspect the mysterious newcomer with glowing eyes. Alseides didn’t prefer living this way, but she must. There was no other option. Her heart became hardened to those around her. She couldn’t afford to care for anyone. It was a matter of survival.
