by CanisMajoris » Mon Oct 15, 2018 6:12 pm
Username: CanisMajoris
Pruvian name: Orpheus or Solus, not sure yet (using Orpheus for now)
Pruvian gender: male
How does this pruvian deal with its dark magic?: Having dark magic, whether one intends to use it or not, is cause for exile. From a young age Orpheus had been outcast from his coalition, driven out of the forest where he was born. He wandered, searching for a place to call home. He now resides in desert caves where he can release his magic without any loss of life. It has only grown stronger, unchecked, over the years, and it now constantly sloughs off in visible flecks. Orpheus has made sure to make his home distant from any living thing, and other creatures avoid the inky cave entrances where he resides. He generally only ventures out to scavenge or hunt, preferring to spend his time in his cave practicing with his magic or piecing together art out of things he's scavenged.
Extra: The magic seeped out of Orpheus with every step, leaving a shimmering, uncanny trail behind him. Wildlife fell silent as he approached, fleeing or hiding. This was the third forest he had been driven out of by the pruvians living in it and he was starting to think that perhaps he should look elsewhere for somewhere to live. Somewhere less inhabited, where no one would hate him for his corrosive magic. The second settlement he had visited he had nearly been killed at. Maybe it really was time to move on. And with this thought, he turned his paws away from the next forest and towards the neighboring grassland. It would take days to reach the desert across it, but there were no pruvian settlements to drive him away from his destination, so the journey should be at least safe.
Days later, the grass withered and melted around him as it brushed his shoulders, but he had no choice. His magic was sparking worse than ever before. If Orpheus could not isolate himself in time, it would spell destruction for miles, and there was no doubt he would be hunted down for it. He had already quickened his pace, and he could do nothing more if he wanted to keep from tiring before reaching the desert, so all he could do was clamp down on his magic and hope he would make it in time. The desert was still a few hours away, but he thought he could see the vague shimmering of sand on the horizon. He only needed to last a few more hours.
With the desert finally in sight, Orpheus moved forward with a renewed determination. His magic sparked off him in increasingly stronger waves, but he pushed it back, straining to both keep it in check and continue moving forward. His containment stuttered and wavered, and he broke into a run, desperately trying to keep the magic in check. He failed.
The wave of destructive magic covered miles of both grassland and desert. Plants withered and died, insects shriveled, and any creature unlucky enough to be caught in the path mutated into something grotesque and unfathomable. The sand shimmered and flickered, becoming slick and dark, almost glassy. He had managed to get far enough away from settlements that it was unlikely he would be hunted down, but the lands destroyed would never again be able to sustain true life. The magic released would feed itself and consume anything it touched. This was not something that could be fixed. The only thing Orpheus could do now was keep this from happening again.