(I’m unfortunately in a noisy enviornment and can barely hear myself think, but I felt like writing, which is a rare compulsion, so I finally made Arokh’s bio. Hopefully it’s ok. ;;)
Before he was even born, Morrigan had sensed great magical potential within his egg. It was from this moment on that Arokh’s fate was sealed to live under great pressure and expectations; a burden that even to this day, he has yet to escape.
It’s warm.
Nalvanka holds long, clawed fingers to the fire, a little too close. The skin
begins to ooze, pearling up with translucent fluid before it slips down across
her palm, tickles the skin of her wrist before hitting the tiled floor.
Is it? She can feel it. She knows she can feel it, because there’s pain running
along the fingers she’s burning, the smell of sizzling flesh as smoke curls,
and she can smell it in her nostrils, it’s faint but it’s there between the
blood. With a thump she sits back and holds her burned hand to her face,
studying it. The dull ache, the buzz that has always permeated her mind, is it going away? Flashes of a skull, black eyes, hollow eyes. Hidden. Someone
call her ma’am-
But they do that, here. She’s the matriarch. They bow. People like to bow, and
their eyes follow to Koschei afterwards, because he’ll break their fingers if
they don’t acknowledge him.
Does that happen? Did that happen?
For centuries, dragons have believed that the solar eclipse brings ill omens. Since the Arcanist unwittingly brought forth the Shade into the plains of Sornieth, anything that appears in the sky to blot out the sun, moon and stars has been regarded with warranted paranoia.
Light scholars and acolytes believe the Shade to be trying to manifest at this time. They take precautions, spreading talismans and spell tags to keep the population safe. It isn’t uncommon to receive a good luck charm at this time
Lightning dragons believe them to be foolish. Surely they know it’s only the moon passing before the sun? A phenomenon like this can’t cause Shade powers to rise, they believe. …still, though, they accept any and all safety gifts from their Light friends.
The flight that believes eclipses to be the most dangerous, however, is Arcane. After all the tales and written histories of their god bringing forth the Shade, they prepare for eclipses quietly with no spoken word. Weapons are sharpened, potions taken to instill stronger magics. Should the Shade come once more, the children of the Arcanist are prepared. They will not lose this battle again.
Shader dragons, whether they believe such superstitions or not, observe the eclipse with their clan mates.
They could never let their unBlighted friends know the power surge they feel at this time.
He had watched dragonkind for as long as he could remember. He’d seen the kindness, the fear, the rage and everything it had to offer, but he had only witnessed fear and hatred aimed towards him. He supposed it’s what happened when you were a symbol of evil to most, a living embodiment of Shade.
Over the centuries, he had gained more sentience, more mobility, eventually gaining enough power to leave the temple he’d lived in the Shadows of, wandering through Light. While he was able to form a body of any shape and form he liked, faces eluded him. It was in an accident he realized he could steal the faces of those he killed, and at first he didn’t understand the terrible act he had committed.
It took time for the shame and the guilt to sink in. Learning the names and proper ways to deal with these feelings was hard for the Shade entity. The Shade didn’t feel shame, didn’t feel remorse or guilt. Had he been separated from the Mass Shade too long? If so, what did that make him now? He wasn’t sure, but dragons made sure to point out he wasn’t one of them either, once they broke through his stolen face and revealed the Shaded creature he was.
They gave him the name Delude, and he accepted it. He had tricked them, but his want to be In the world made it so he was willing to do so again… Perhaps more carefully this time.
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