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Wolfish.Twins.
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Pandora Vitree
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Nonbinary, prefers the pronouns He/his
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Beautiful stained glass objects of all shapes and sizes. Color, size and form do not matter to Pandora, but instead the quality of the workmanship and glass itself.
His particular treasure is huge stained glass window commissioned by a long-dead king featuring a beautifully horrifying dragon. Pandora thinks the dragon resembles his quite noble self, and considers the piece to be the most exquisite of his collection.
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Wolfish.Twins.
. : Name : .
Pandora Vitree
. : S e x / G e n d e r : .
Nonbinary, prefers the pronouns He/his
. : H o a r d a n d T r e a s u r e : .
Beautiful stained glass objects of all shapes and sizes. Color, size and form do not matter to Pandora, but instead the quality of the workmanship and glass itself.
His particular treasure is huge stained glass window commissioned by a long-dead king featuring a beautifully horrifying dragon. Pandora thinks the dragon resembles his quite noble self, and considers the piece to be the most exquisite of his collection.
The backstory relating to the hoard of Pandora wrote:Hoarding things had always run within the family, his father collecting rare rocks and minerals, his mother oriental wall scrolls with swirling calligraphy. They both claimed that it was part of their linage and duty to collect, so that others would also find the beauty in such objects. Pandora did not understand their words for the longest of times.
He found himself unable to find that one particular item that would compel him to create his hoard; his own version of his father's Fire Opal and his mother's prized Edo period scroll.
Years upon years passed, and as Pandora aged, his parents gave up on helping him in his quest. When it was time for him to leave home, they said no farewells or gave him any comfort. They ignored his quiet goodbyes and continued to tend their respective collections as their offspring left the nest.
For months he traveled the lands of the European Nations, meeting many humans and Parras who tried to help him in his quest. Some suggested fabrics and books, others different creatures and flora of the world. They all failed, Pandora finding a fault in each item proffered. Fine fabric threads caught on his travel-calloused paws, books made him sneeze with their odd scents and dust. Animals shied away from his appearance and aura, and all plants died with a single one of his plague-ridden touches.
Nothing was working. Pandora built himself a home high in a mountain, hiring humans with the money sold from items he had filched from his parents collections over the years. The building was tall and elegant, windows stretching from floor to ceiling. Hooks hung from all over the walls and ceilings, to Pandora's mild confusion. It had seemed right to ask the builders to install the windows and ornate iron hooks at the time, but now it felt off. He had shrugged it off, and continued on his search, leaving his house empty until the day he found his hoard item.
But a single object caught his attention one balmy summer night, in a small town celebrating the bounty of their god's most recent blessing. A small circle of lead and glass, shining tiny red-tinted rainbows onto the earthen ground in the torchlight. It was a stained glass wall hanging, something the dragonish Pandora had never seen before. An Autumn scene greeted him from the thin glass and he carefully tread the air to get a better look at it.
Oh the detail! Pandora found himself fascinated by the outlining of the lead around each glass piece, how carefully the artist cut the glass to resemble the trunks and individual leaves of the trees. He just had to have it. The shop-keeper was understanding, and let the winged Parra buy the thin glass panel, and wrapped it ever so carefully in a long silk scarf.
Now you must take care of this piece. The human had said, their domesticated midget parra leaning heavily upon their ankles. Clean it with only the finest and softest of cloths, with the greatest care so you don't push the glass out of place. Pandora nodded ferociously, his cloth bundled purchase nestled safely in his wing hollow.
The piece found it's place hanging from the ceiling near the kitchen, sparkling in the natural sunlight let in by the windows. With his object of obsession found, Pandora set out to buy the best works of stained glass he could find.
He bought pieces from old churches and collectors, from newbie artisans and veterans of the craft. The largest works found their home in his collection, as well as the smallest. Pandora had windows, boxes, circles, drawings, and other items with stained glass embedded in their bodies. He learned to care for each piece, with water, Windex or rubbing alcohol depending on how much it had been touched in the past. He took workshops on how to fix broken windows, how to repair fine cracks in the glass and replace lead with metals much kinder to the body.
For many more years he collected, slowly filling up his house with the finest of stained glass, and a human he had met and befriended in the past moved in to help the dragon Parra care for his collection.The collection was nearly complete, thanks to their help. Pandora resented the fact that he was becoming "tame" and "domesticated", but the help this human friend had provided was priceless to him.
Pandora had bought every piece of stained glass that he had found beautiful, but still... something important was missing. The key feature, the masterpiece, the Mona Lisa of his collection. For months, he paced through his collection, searching the web restlessly and asking his circle if they had any new leads. He had to find that missing something, or his collection would never be truly finished.
A advertisement for an auction was noticed, and almost passed over until Pandora noticed a single sentence among many. "Medieval era stained glass window of German making will be auctioned off."
Curious, Pandora attended the auction, a hilariously tiny affair that barely had a working sound system for the auctioneer to use. He expected a broken work, with glass missing or lead starting to crack from improper care. Instead the dark parra of plague found himself standing before the most exquisitely beautiful of all stained glass works.
A huge gray and green dragon dominated the scene, flying above a calm country town. The sun almost glittered from where it was inscribed in glass, the cries of the seagulls flying in the sunset could almost be heard for they were so detailed. The border was of all colors imaginable, an exquisite riot of color that suited the image so perfectly well. The whole piece was done in segments for easy shipping; that were clipped seamlessly together with leaf-shaped latches that blended in expertly with the image. Never before had such a perfect stained glass work been found.
Pandora bid feverishly on the work, almost in a trance as he battled bids against a old Parra with a graying mane. Eventually the elder folded, a gentle twinkle of understanding in his eyes as he shook his head at the auctioneer. Pandora stared in astonishment as the gravel was brought down, finalizing the transaction. He wordlessly handed over the money required to the auctioneer's husband (for it was a lady auctioneer) and watched in silence as the window was ever so carefully dismantled and set into his human friend's car.
The silence continued as the friend set up the window in the last open area of the house, suspended carefully from the ceiling and restrained with delicate chains to the floor so it wouldn't hit anything if it swung. Pandora gazed silently up at the work, the human coming to stand next to him.
Sunlight shone through the crystalline glass, dying the room a thousand different colors as the two stood silently.
Pandora broke the silence with two simple words, spoken in a emotionally raw voice as he struggled to conceal his inner joy and tears threatening to spill.
"It's perfect"
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Art wrote:
Our art piece can be found in this folder on our DA.
It showcases primarily his treasure, and the first piece that inspired his hoard.
(It's a piece of traditional art, and was too big to scan so there are multiple photos showing the detail of the work.)
