Tennebrae
Owner: ℑʜᴇ ℬᴜʀɴɪɴɢ ℛᴏsᴇ
Gender: Male
Breedable: Not likely; but possible
Type: Bitter Ink Rune"When Does Creativity Stop""I would have never thought the day would come when my spirit left me.
All of my energy, all of my creativity. It just upped and walked out of my life. I remember sitting there, staring blankly at the sheet of paper before me. My quill in hand, then ink at my side. Yet nothing came. Not a spark of a story, nor the idea of a picture. I felt sorrow beginning to engulf me as I turned away from the blank sheet, looking out at the window beside my desk. I felt as if my life was over. Ever since I was a little girl, I had drawn and written what my heart desired. I had flourished beneath the praise and criticism that I received. Even when I was alone, and felt as if my head would burst with frustration, I still continued. And now, as an accomplished writer and artist, I had nothing. Nothing inspired me anymore. Nothing gave me a spark of an idea. it wasn't an artist, or writers block. No. It was something worse than that.
It was simply just gone.
As I slowly grew numb over the shock, my eyes picked up something on the window sill. In the farthest corner, hidden from my sight, was a drop of ink. Confused, I stood up and opened the window. There it was! A little blotch of ink, no bigger than a fingernail. And yet, as I stared at it, I felt my breath catch in my lungs. It swirled with blues and grays. So beautiful. Awed, I looked around, searching for the source of the strange ink. It was then, that I saw it for the first time. A dragon, black as night and yet blues swirling within the depths of it's liquid like form, it's ice blue eyes stared at me from it's perch. I froze, astounded by the sight before me, for it was surely one of a kind. Despite it's piercing, almost eerie, gaze, it's eyes held a spark of warmth and wisdom. As if it understood my pain and pitied me. Blue markings on it's face made it appear as thought it was the one crying, and not myself. It was my first time experiencing a rune such as itself. I had been around them for a while, being an occasional passerby of Benathorn and Jendalie's place. And yet never had one stopped before me.
Leaving my house, my mind still numb from sorrow and my heart breaking with each step, I carefully stopped before the rune. Holding out a hand, I watched with amazement as it's liquid like wings lifted and it flapped to my arm, perching easily. I tickled it's chin, feeling a smile work it's way onto my face.
It was from then that I sought out a home for the Bitter Ink Rune, which I later found out about."
A Little Info on Bitter Ink Runes
Bitter Ink Runes are a rare species of rune. With a variety of colors shifting in their fur, they have a liquid like appearance. Due to their short fur, they tend to dislike harsh sunlight and are often known for staying in cool, wet places. Never is a Bitter Ink Rune's base color something other than black.
Although they don't have any liquid covering their bodies, where ever they walk, they leave black ink footprints behind. On occasion, they'll rub against something or flap their wings and droplets of ink will fly. This is due to the fact that Bitter Ink Runes have black blood, and because of their short fur and paper like skin, their isn't much to protect them from sharp objects that could cut them. So Bitter Ink Runes need a good keeper who's willing to be on the lookout for these delicate creatures.
Bitter Ink Rune's blood was sold on the Black Market, due to it's rare qualities, and it's why their so rare to find these days. Otherwise, these guys are great companions, often known for their loyal and affectionate nature and their immense intelligence. Often companions of lonely writers or artists in need of inspiration, these guys pop up back in the Baroque ages. Shakespeare had a Bitter Ink Rune named Balthazar, inspiring his play 'The Merchant of Venice.'
Bitter Ink Runes are a rare species of rune. With a variety of colors shifting in their fur, they have a liquid like appearance. Due to their short fur, they tend to dislike harsh sunlight and are often known for staying in cool, wet places. Never is a Bitter Ink Rune's base color something other than black.
Although they don't have any liquid covering their bodies, where ever they walk, they leave black ink footprints behind. On occasion, they'll rub against something or flap their wings and droplets of ink will fly. This is due to the fact that Bitter Ink Runes have black blood, and because of their short fur and paper like skin, their isn't much to protect them from sharp objects that could cut them. So Bitter Ink Runes need a good keeper who's willing to be on the lookout for these delicate creatures.
Bitter Ink Rune's blood was sold on the Black Market, due to it's rare qualities, and it's why their so rare to find these days. Otherwise, these guys are great companions, often known for their loyal and affectionate nature and their immense intelligence. Often companions of lonely writers or artists in need of inspiration, these guys pop up back in the Baroque ages. Shakespeare had a Bitter Ink Rune named Balthazar, inspiring his play 'The Merchant of Venice.'
