name;; Xiuhcoatl - a mythological serpent
gender;; male - he/him
something they've lost;;
Tales of the old and new, lost and forgotten...all except one.
There is a tale of a legend, if you were to travel to the highest mountain, where the snow covers ash-covered ground...you will find him. The one of scorching breath. Scaly wings, a temper of pure fire.
No one who meets him...lives the day to tell the tale.
They all go missing...perhaps due to him? Or due to the journey?
No one has survived, no one has been able to call for help...not until now...
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"Come on Starr, let's go!"
A brown vaiki stared at their darker pelted friend, flowers littered around her head, who looked exhausted and unsure.
"It could be dangerous Nuri..."
"Who cares? It'll be fun, come on!" Nuri stated. "They said there are gems around here...we could make more stuff with them, decorate our homes!"
They had taken a step into the cave in front of them, the day when the path was possible, on a single, peaceful day...
"Look!"
A set of eyes flickered open in the deaths of the cave, irritated by a voice wavering down the tunnel.
"Who dares to enter?"
His growl sounded, silencing the voice...before he heard a crash.
The large dragon was on his feet, running as he came to the main chamber to see two creatures touching his precious gems...a loud snarl escaped his muzzle, and all he heard was a shriek as he lashed out, sending the small brown vaiki flying, crashing into their friend.
"LEAVE!" He bellowed, to which they did, he did not notice the brown one limping or bleeding, only seeing red as he watched them leave, before he turned to the fallen pile of gems...passed from generations of protection, they were his...had been for centuries, he was not about to let some...some unrespectable creatures take them...they were his.
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"...who dares."
His eyes awoke again from his second nap of the day, once interrupted by voices. But this time it was not of being annoyed...but surprise, loss, maybe.
"...Bliss?"
He turned his head to view the shadowy figure, one of which he still remembered to this day to be by his side, although she was long gone...instead of the kind, gently and warm face, she looked almost distraught...angry.
"Why?" The figure murmured. "Children...they were just children."
Xiuhcoatl went to open his jaws, but she stopped him.
"...betrayal..."
No sooner had the words left the ghosts mouth, then had she surrounded him, much more aggressively.
"...harm...danger...destruction...why?"
He was left at a loss of words as he felt her cover him, constrict him.
He couldn't breath.
He soon blacked out, but her voice...her voice was still as clear as day in his head.
"Change...travel...better."
But what did those mean, he did not know, and he could not ask.
"...forgiveness...loss..."
The next time he opened his eyes, he no longer was in his cave or on the mountain, he did no longer feel old, centuries old...or young, not a child...what was he? He was surrounded by a grassy field, one pond straight in front of him.
"Help, please help!"
No time more had he turned his head, to what he knew was happening...the small brown vaiki, their friend half carrying, half dragging the poor thing, who had fallen unconscious.
"Please help us, my friend is hurt!"
Were they not scared? He turned his head to stare into the pond...he was not himself, he was not a dragon...like them, he was much bigger...but smaller then his old self.
"Please..."
He looked at the tearful gaze of the dark vaiki, staring at her friend before he huffed.
"Fine...follow me, I will try."
He had lost his flame...his old self, who he used to be.
But maybe, just maybe...
This could be him.
