Name: sorcières en verre *glass witch* Or Cristal
Gender: F
Age: Unknown.
Story:
the weakest of the litter, she was despised. Her mother rejected her, and sent her out the pack. In secret her father, old and wise would tell her about lots of secrets about the world. She waited at the beach every day, where he would meet her. One day he did not arrive. She waited and waited, but he never came. She died howling his name. Her body, was buried over ages, sand gently caressing the skin and fur off her thin delicate bones. Many many years later, men arrived, and were collecting sand to make glass. unknowing what they had scooped up, the went back to the factory. As the sand poured into the flames, the bones lay. The became coated with the glass. The secrets told by her father bound to the bones and skull. They swirled out around the glass, and slowly but undeniably, a paw formed. Then a tail, and ears, then a whole new body. A wolf, with wings which sung out in song when the moved. A white powder that glittered like the stars flowed from her wings. When they made contact with the awestruck workers, they suddenly knew something, which was not known before. it was the snow of knowledge. Through the glass, everyone could see a big heart, pumping the knowledge through her veins. Anger grew within. They were crowding round her, craving more. With a savage swipe of her wings, they lay cut into a bloody mess. A discarded bandage was placed on one side, as this only part was not formed properly, and became a mutilated mess. Out of sight, out of mind she though. She had to get away. Before she went, she saw the calender. October 31st. She glanced at a worker, and saw the earrings she wore. 'How convenient' she muttered, before grasping the earrings and poking them cleanly through the delicate glass ears. The bright orange reflected into her eyes, giving them a ghostly orange glow. She flapped her wings and glided silently out into the night. A man Named Gautama watching with bright eyes. She is enlightenment. After a while, she became lonely and haunted by her past. She had claimed a day of the year as a feared day of her, she had a worship, and had the unspeakable power to which all bow down to. Now, what would be the perfect little creature to help?
A Dragon. They live for goodness knows, they are trustworthy, elegant and Everything i need. So her vast knowledge was put to the job. The results were pleasing, as you may see... for yourself :3
Sorry i hope i didn't bore anyone with that long story... im sort of notorious for them X3
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