#Kiru Species

[wewerebornsextuplets]

back in like march i put together a chart of kirus nicknames for the sextuplets and vice versa. i went back to it last night and realized that not only was it ugly but it was outdated. so. i remade it 🔥

[voidarkana]

I've been a bit busy with making an ilustration for a portfolio so for now have himb, my boy Kiruvian, or Kiru for short (he/they). He's an air Amp, which are basically humanoid elementals whose mere existence keeps the balance of magics in the world, also amplifying it so that the world can keep working as intended (hence the name "Amp", short for Amplifier).

[pickerelstripe]

Lexicon Changelog - 8/28/24

I'm back! Recently I've been working on a bio survey for ClayClan territory, which involved fine-tuning my species list. This led to some changes that necessitated a lexicon update. I hope to make some lexicon posts now that there's new content, but I'm also a college student now (yay!) so I don't know when they'll be up.

Added words:

Nanlo, Christmas fern

Kaonan, Common bracken

Kemwo, Cinnamon fern

Mwich, Interrupted fern

Nailu, Royal fern

Eekaon, Broach beech fern

Holfe, Rock polypody

Hossan, Sensitive fern

Oskwen, Sweet white violet

Luwoo, Marsh blue violet

Kiru, Lance-leaved violet

Erfso, Northern blue violet

Raofoo, Ruffed grouse

Kao, triangle

Och, middle

Rran, end

Hossow, meandering; the shape of a slow river, lobed leaves, etc

Removed words:

Ee'earp, Yellow-throated vireo (range conflict)

Pikchikawee, White-eyed vireo (range conflict)

Changed words:

Pail -> Pairru, Blueflag iris Changed to reflect the fact that blueflag iris is toxic to cats, the 'rru' sound sounds similar to growling (a commonality among words for toxic things).

It was really nice to revisit this project! As always, if you have any questions or comments feel free to send an ask.

Also... we passed 200 words! Yay!!! The lexicon is now at 209.

[garthcelyn]

not writing, but thinking hard on what other species of Kirus look like as werewolves

[fascinatedhelix]

So, I’ve been on a bit of a Chaotic binge lately, and have some thoughts about the timeline:

It's very ambiguous whether the time period in the book The M'arrillian Chronicles: Khilaian Sphere was supposed to take place before or after the time period of the show's Dranakis Threshold Arc.

Evidence points to the events of Khilaian Sphere taking place both before and after the Past Arc. For the "before" argument, you have the fact that they never mention Kiru Village/City, Najarin, human visitation, or Gigantempopolis over the course of the book, even when the story travels into Overworld territory. For the "after" argument, you have the fact that the Mipedians live in a desert, the Danians being an established tribe in Mount Pillar (whereas a hive potentially predating Mount Pillar is seen under construction in Loser's Circle), there being an established tradition of High Muges (whereas Najarin is only referred to as a "wise one" in the past, making it seem as though he predates the title), among other things.

The Doylist explanation is pretty simple: The writing teams weren't really communicating and wound up concocting very different ideas for Perim's history. Wouldn't be the first time, given the contrast between the flavor text of the cards and the show's depiction of characters.

Of course, I thought about doing a sort of cleanup timeline to make things work more smoothly, but ultimately there's a little too much to go over, so here's a simplified version specifically regarding these two stories:

The storyline with the "Ancient Danians" (in reality, their predecessor tribe, which was a mix of several distinct species that lived together) draining the Mipedim Tropics is the earliest in the timeline.

Time passes, and eventually a power-hungry ant-like queen discovers parasites, and begins using them to assimilate the other species in the tribe. Many flee to the Underworld and beyond, but once the dust settles, this new tribal leader declares her campaign a success, and christens the tribe Danians.

Time passes, and eventually the High Muge system is established, in which the most powerful muges of each of the four tribes meet once a month. What for? A mixture of academics, peacekeeping (or as much as they can keep with the nature of Perim), and solving problems that threaten all the tribes.

At some point, one of the High Muges discovers Kaizeph, and begins arranging High Muge meetings in its citadel with the blessing of the Elemental Emperors.

Years pass, and things stay about the same, until the First M'arrillian War happens. (A small underwater cave-dwelling folk find themselves in a bind after some medical advancements lead to a substantial population increase, rendering their existing territory unable to support them. They're more or less boxed in on all sides, with the constant war over the waters of Cordac Falls to the north and the Danians to the south. The M'arrillians were a clever folk, but they couldn't match the firepower of their terrestrial neighbors, and they were ill suited for spending long periods of time above water.) (The Oligarch, Pheren'tal, knew they were maybe only a generation or two from starving themselves out, so she sent scouts through the waterways in search of either new territory or something they could use to push the other tribes back. What came back was a mysterious stone that contained a great deal of Mental Power, and she discovered that with it, she could simply command the other tribes to clear out space for them. But Power corrupts, and she was no exception; the influence of the Khilaian Sphere drove her to expand her influence outward, and drag the whole of Perim into a war unlike any it had seen before.)

By some miracle, the High Muges figure out how to counteract the mind control of their comrades and take down Pheren'tal, forcing the M'arrillians into retreat. However, the cost of the war has devastated Perim. (As a last little "fuck you" to the land-dwelling tribes of Perim, Pheren'tal's surviving son Aa'une sent out a memory-wiping pulse. Without the context of mind control, grudges between and even within the tribes boiled over as the memory of the war lived on. Compounded with the destruction and dispersion of a number of important agricultural and government centers, as well as the weakening of Perim's mugic following the destruction of the Vortices of Kaizeph, the ensuing civil and intertribal wars functionally destroyed the near-modern society the ancient Perimians had built for themselves.)

And so begins the Dark Ages of Perim. The Overworld and Underworld government systems had all but dissolved in the name of more localized governance and survival, the Mipedians would make the move away from the devastated remains of the City of Kehn-Sep and towards the last Oasis of Al Mipedim, and the Danians withdrew into themselves to try and rebuild.

This would be the era of Kiru. One group of survivors decided to set up shop on this nice, defensible hill in the middle of nowhere, and began running into trouble with Underworld raid parties stealing away their neighbors for mine work, under the warlord Kaal.

In an effort to petition for the return of these Overworlders, Kiru would lead an expedition to end Kaal's tyranny, though for circumstances yet unknown Kiru would decide to stay in the Underworld and forge a lineage there.

[yawneko]

hmmm which one do i do, the conceptual sona that's a member of a original species i infodumped about with Kiru, the fucked up cat(tm) i created that likes bootleg Fanta, the form that's similar-ish to how i see myself, uuugh

Grow up. Make a fursona. Show me your fursona. It's time to get real. No more messing around. Act your age. Become a furry.

[ask-chaotic-creatures]

How much is known about the spirit lands?

Maxxor: I thought it was a myth until Heptadd told me it was real. Tangath never told me he came from the Spiritlands. When he traveled to Kiru City long ago to join the OverWorld Army, he said he came from an outlying OverWorld village... I don't know why he never told me. We shared and kept many secrets--and with the dangers of a spirit venturing here for too long, I may never know.

Heptadd explained the Spiritlands to me after Tangath's memorial. It's someplace far from here and unmapped. Well, we know the land masses of Perim, just not exactly what's in all of them. I've had Blazier get to work on filling in the blanks... The people of the Spiritlands aren't one tribe, but many small ones. Some are made up of a single species, like Tangath's. But most are mixed. Tangath looks like one of us, but many Spiritlanders, like Vitog, are a cross between OverWorlder and UnderWorlder. There are also a few lizards and bugs, but not the Danian kind. Its's not uncommon to see Spiritlanders, as they're called, with metal implants or even limbs. Heptadd said it helps enhance the spirit powers they use.

That's all I know, for now. Heptadd didn't describe these peoples' feelings towards the major tribes, but with how secretive Tangath was about his origins, something tells me they're not exactly friendly.

[xestuck]

really hope the name part makes sense

transcript under cut

APPEARANCE

Siluri are short, “cute” creatures with two arms and two legs that stand upright, but also have a thick fleshy fish-tail.  

Their skin is smooth and rubbery, and comes in tones of grey and grey-brown. Patches, markings and simple patterns on the skin are fairly common. (Think markings found on cats, but simplified)

Siluri have large, round eyes with rounded pupils and coloured sclera, and have wide mouths with curved thin lips, sometimes with their fangs showing. 

Two fins resembling cat ears grow out of the top of their head, and they have thin whiskers on their cheeks, which can either be pointed or rounded. 

Siluri hair is off-white and slightly translucent, and it is common practice to keep their hair long, and put hair up in fancy hairstyles, or dressed with hair accessories.

Common siluri are around 3-4 feet tall, and reach their maximum height around their teens.

Siluri blood is always a dark red, slightly brown in tone.

NAMES

Siluri have a specific way of naming each other. First names are ALWAYS one of the following:

MALE

Kira

Kire

Kiri

Kiro

Kiru

FEMALE

Kita

Kite

Kiti

Kito

Kitu

GENDER-NEUTRAL

Kipa

Kipe

Kipi

Kipo

Kipu

NON-BINARY

Ki_a

Ki_e

Ki_i

Ki_o

Ki_u

Siluri last names are always 4 letters and are in a consonant-vowel-consonant-vowel pattern. Both names are pronounced with two syllables each.

It is formal to refer to siluri individuals by both of their names. Within families, they use their first name, and among friends, they use their last.

SYMBOLS

As of yet, siluri have no symbols. However, they type in their eye colour, and their clothing choices usually match their eye colour.

CLOTHING

Siluri almost always dress in colourful robes, mainly in hues matching their eye colour and analogous hues. Siluri involved in close trading with a specific species may dress in a style similar to that species in an effort to make both species more comfortable and understanding of each other. While siluri rarely involve themselves in conflict, they will don lightweight armor similar in style to chirufe armor when faced with a battle.

[wewerebornsextuplets]

cousin on cousin violence and the cold-hating origins

[garthcelyn]

aight I am firmly on my bullshit, and behold, my weird little vampire man, Father Elias Arkinstall. He's a cultist and completely unaffiliated with my Kirus "Vampire" Species

[The name of the recipent has long since faded, all is left is the date; 1952]

To come into this world you must feed on the flesh of The Mother, the one that is us all. Dripping and raw, you must feast, chewing and forcing it down til there’s nothing left.

The Mother thanks you. Feeds you. Makes you. You thank her. Feed her. Owe her. You are beginning and end, choking on your own tail until you are nothing and everything. What you are is nothing, everything. What you crave is sacred, bathes you in holy light as you eat and eat.

The Mother loves you. She protects you in her nightly sanctum. The moon is yours, it’s people one of your own. Go forth and feast with brothers and sisters, The Mother loves you.

Outside her Home is bright and painful. Louder than it ever had the right to be. The people are lost and broken. They do not understand your status, your nobility of night. They mock your sharpened teeth and fear your bloody smiles. The smell of them makes Mother sick.

You have been lost to us for some time, new blood. We await your return.

Remember, The Mother Loves you.

Signed,

Father Arkinstall

[voidarkana]

Souptober day 20 Mist

A very needed redesign of a very old OC, their name is Mist. They're an air Amp (I'll explain what that means another day), the same as my boy Kiru.

They don't have a story yet, might write it some other day.

[corishadowfang]

Cut Scenes: Putting Up Posters

Working on editing the current draft for On my Heart, and I’ve come across a chapter that I’m likely going to have to cut, and I am...so sad about it.  A lot of the stuff that’s here is going to be recycled and used in different places throughout the story, but I wanted to put the scene as-is somewhere.  (Disclaimer: The scene itself is currently only lightly-edited.)

The scene itself is under the cut!  (Also, head’s up, this is about...13 pages in Word, so...not a particularly short scene.)

Trigger Warnings: Aiden has a panic attack and a flashback towards the end of the scene.  Please stay safe and don’t read if you think that’s something that might be difficult for you.

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           He stayed a few paces behind Jackie as she walked into the city, trying to ignore the glances she kept sending his way.  This is stupid, he thought bitterly.  I’m not going to do anything bad.  How the hell am I actually supposed to put these things up with her watching me the whole time?  He shot her a frustrated glance.  It’s not like she wants me to get pardoned.

           But he had to do it sometime.  Otherwise, what else was he supposed to do?

           Aiden took a deep breath, free hand slipping into his pocket.  Nothing met his fingers, and he fumbled around a bit, patting his pockets, before cursing quietly and slapping a hand over his face.  Shit, I forgot the tape.

           Kiru tilted his head and trilled quietly.

           Aiden’s hand ran down his cheek.  Okay, okay.  This is—fine.  It’s fine. I just have to—give them out, I guess.

           His eyes darted around the street, pointedly not focusing on Jackie’s back.  “Uh.  Hey!” He tried to wave a person down.

           Jackie stopped, giving him a confused look, before seeming to realize the statement hadn’t been directed to her.  Her eyebrows furrowed.

           Aiden’s cheeks burned. He tried not to look at her.

The man he’d waved down gave him a slightly befuddled look.  “Did you need something?”

           “Uh.”  He shoved the paper into the man’s hands.  “Here.”

           This is not fine.

           The man took it with a slightly confused expression, but Aiden turned on his heel and left, hurrying past Jackie.

           Jackie, to his surprise, didn’t say anything, and he didn’t stop to look at her expression.

           This is stupid.  This is so dumb, they’re going to figure it out, I’m going to get caught, or they’re going to think I’m some weird—I don’t know, criminal sympathizer, even though I’m not, I’m not a criminal, I—

           Kiru tugged on the papers.

           “Wha—Kiru, wait, what are you doing?”

           Kiru pulled one free, in the process causing Aiden to lose his grip.  Some of the papers scattered, and Aiden fumbled to catch them.

           Kiru ignored him, instead taking the poster and running to a passing woman.  She bent, looking slightly confused.

           Aiden ducked his head, cheeks burning.

           Abruptly someone shoved a poster in his face.

           Aiden yelped, tumbling backwards.

           “What is this?” Jackie asked, voice pitching incredulously.

           “A, uh.  A poster?”

           Jackie gave him an exasperated look, then looked at Aiden’s crudely-made poster. “‘Provenance’s Dragon isn’t the monster you think he is.  He acted in self-defense.  He was attacked by a man named Tyson Gable.’”

           “Well, I—he was.”  Aiden looked glumly at the stack of posters.  He wasn’t much of an artist; his attempts at rendering a dragon looked more like blobs (but he supposed that made it less real).  He couldn’t say he was much of a story-teller, either, and had ended up throwing whatever he could think of haphazardly onto the paper (but it was the truth, wasn’t it?).  The posters were obviously created by an amateur, and probably wouldn’t be taken seriously.

           This was dumb.

           Kiru returned and stole another poster, running back down the street.

           Jackie asked, “What exactly are you trying to accomplish here?”

           Aiden struggled not to grind his teeth.  “I don’t know.”

           “You don’t know?”

           Aiden stood, clutching the posters a little tighter.

           “What the hell are you trying to do?  Stir up sympathy?”  Jackie waved the poster at him.  “Did you think these would work?”

           “Not so loud,” he hissed. “Just because you might want to get caught—”

           “I don’t,” she growled, looking like she was a half second away from throttling him.  “I want to get to the bottom of—whatever this is.”  She gestured vaguely at him, and at Kiru, who had returned for another poster. “But I don’t want to babysit you while you’re throwing these half-assed attempts to get out of punishment at people, especially if you might get us caught.”

           Fury burned bitter in Aiden’s throat and chest.  He whipped around, stalking up to someone.

           “Aiden—”

           “Hey,” Aiden said, sounding bolder than he actually felt, “you know Provenance’s Dragon?”

           The man blanched, then looked around wildly, confusion flashing across his face.  “Yes?”

           Aiden shoved a paper towards him.  “Well, there are things you don’t know about his case.”

           Kiru trilled approvingly.

           Aiden tried not to feel self-conscious as the man took the poster.  ‘Half-assed attempts.’  We’ll see.  I’ll show you that I’m not—

           The man’s exasperated sigh broke through his thoughts. “Sure, kid.  I’m sure this is accurate.”

           “Wha—it is!”

           “Sure, sure, and you know more than the police.”  The man gave him a patronizing look.  “We don’t need any more people trying to justify dragons.”

           “I’m not—”

           The man shoved the paper back into his chest.  “Listen, I don’t care if you want to play at social justice, or whatever, but leave me out of it.”

           Aiden gawked as the man left.

           Kiru let out a hiss, then snorted decisively.

           “See?” Jackie said.

           “It’s one person,” Aiden insisted, turning away pointedly.

           Jackie caught his arm.

           “Let go.”

           “If you want to get yourself caught, then be my guest, but I’m not letting you act reckless while I’m still around.”

           Kiru bit her.

           Jackie jerked free, holding her arm tightly to her chest, eyes blown wide.  “And call your Familiar off.”  Her voice went unusually high.

           Aiden muttered, “Like he’d listen,” at which Kiru made a pointed snort.  Aiden took a deep breath and hurried forward, hoping Jackie would keep her distance long enough for him to do something. “Hey,” he said, flagging down another person, “can I talk to you about Provenance’s Dragon?”

           The woman made a disgruntled face.  “I’ve heard enough about that brat on the news.”

           “I-I, I’m not—it’s not really like that, I just—oh, you’re leaving, o-okay.  Uh, hey! Hey you!  I have some information on Provenance’s Dragon.”

           The man said, “That should really go to the police.”

           “It’s, um—it’s not really that kind of—hey, wait!” He turned in a tight circle, trying to catch the eye of someone else.  “Here!”  He shoved the paper into their chest.

           They jumped back, startled, crumpling the paper and walking away.

           “You know,” someone said, startling him, “if you’re interested in Provenance’s Dragon, you’re talking to the wrong crowd.”

           Aiden whipped around.

           A man leaned against a building, watching him with a wry look.

           “I-I’m sorry?”

           “Your average person?  They don’t give a shit about this whole thing.  Well, aside from the whole ‘dragons may attack us’ thing.” The man pushed away from the wall. “But I can tell—you’re a kid who gets it.”

          “I—thank you?”  Aiden blinked, ignoring Kiru as he stood tense on his shoulder.  “Who—who are these people?”

          Someone grabbed his arm roughly, and it took him a moment to realize it was Jackie.  “He’s not interested,” she growled.

          The man lifted his hand.  “Easy, easy, just trying to pass along information.  Kid seemed curious—”

          “We don’t want anything to do with Familiar users.”

          The man barked a laugh.  “Lady, you know that there are tons of Familiar users out there, right?  What, do you put them all under the same label?”

          Jackie tugged him away.  “We’re leaving.”

          “Jackie, wait!”  

          But Jackie was still stronger than him, and she tugged him unceremoniously into an alleyway, whipping him around to face her without letting go of his arm.  “Drop the posters.”

          Aiden tensed.  His grip on them tightened a little.  “No.”

          “Drop them.”

          “N-no!”

          Jackie narrowed her eyes.

          Aiden struggled to meet her glare, steeling himself as best he could, heart thundering.  He managed a few seconds before he lowered his head, his grip on the posters loosening a little.

          Kiru, however, didn’t seem ready to relent; he twisted down Aiden’s arm, chittering angrily in Jackie’s direction.

          This time, Jackie didn’t move, though she did tense a little.  “This is both dangerous and pointless.  You understand that, don’t you?”

          “It’s not.”

          “It’s not?  How is going up to people in the street talking about Provenance’s Dragon, unprovoked, not dangerous?”

          “Y-you know, ‘unprovoked’ makes me sound like—like a criminal, and that’s probably a little harsh for handing out posters.”

          “Like it or not, you are, a criminal, and—why is this thing still growling at me?”

           Kiru’s flames whipped wildly, a low rumble running through his throat.

          “Because he doesn’t like you.”

          Jackie gave him an unimpressed look.  “Familiars can’t form opinions on people.  They can figure out whether someone is a potential threat—which is what I guess it’s responding to.”  Jackie made a face, her grip on Aiden’s arm slackening enough that he could pull it free.  “But they can’t think for themselves.  They’re not really alive.  They’re man-made abominations.”

          Kiru’s growl deepened, and he jumped off Aiden’s arm.

          Aiden rubbed his wrist.  “What’s your problem with Familiars, anyways?”

          Jackie gave him a look that he couldn’t read, one hand twitching towards her leg.  She glanced aside.  “Humans were never meant to use magic,” she began, carefully.  “According to the Old Stories, humans and dragons were created at the beginning of time as balancing forces: one to guard magic, and one to guard creation.  They were meant to shape the world together.  But they fought instead, leading to dragons’ extinction.”

          “Didn’t peg you for the religious type.”

          Jackie turned her stern look back to him.  “And now we think we can use what remains of these creatures we drove to extinction for our own benefit?  Like we didn’t cause the genocide of their species?  How arrogant are we?”

           Aiden’s throat went dry.

           “Familiars should’ve never been created.”  Jackie released a heavy breath, kneeling reluctantly and fiddling with her bag. “I need to—to fix my prosthetic,” she said quietly.  “And then we’re going back.”

           A vague sense of hopelessness washed over Aiden, a heaviness in his chest and a bitter taste in his mouth, his mind turning over Jackie’s words slowly.  That’s not—that wasn’t our fault. Not the fault of anyone living now, anyways.  And—if we didn’t have Familiars, magic would’ve just disappeared entirely, right? Another, more terrifying thought fled through his mind.  If we’d never made Familiars, then I would’ve never met Kiru.

           It wasn’t until then that it dawned on him that his Familiar was still missing.  He whipped around, looking for some flash of blue.  “Kiru?  Kiru!”

           The Familiar didn’t reappear.

           Jackie didn’t seem to be paying attention, slowly detaching her prosthetic, her attention focused on her bag.

           Aiden sidled down the alleyway.  He couldn’t have gone too far, right?  He has to be this way somewhere.

           When he came to the mouth of the alley, he still didn’t see Kiru immediately.  Then blue flashed in the crowd, weaving amongst the people.

           “Hey,” Jackie called, “what are you doing?”

           “Just need to get Kiru,” he answered, ignoring Jackie’s cries of protest as he hurried down the street.

           The Familiar had some distance on him, and had always been faster, leaving Aiden struggling to catch up as he wove through the crowd.  “Kiru!” he shouted, hoping the Familiar would listen and come back.  He didn’t—whether because he didn’t hear or because he didn’t want to, Aiden wasn’t sure.  Aiden picked up the pace, trying to weave his way through the crowd a little better, eyes firmly on the distant speck of blue.

           Kiru slowed after a time, eyes turning to something up ahead.

           Aiden took the chance to close the distance, lunging and catching the Familiar.  “Got you!”

           Kiru yelped, squirming, before seeming to realize who held him, tilting his head backwards.

           Aiden quirked an eyebrow at him.  “What are you doing?”

           The Familiar huffed, then struggled free.  Aiden let him, watching as Kiru moved to get a stick.  The Familiar dragged it through the dirt, occasionally glancing back at something.

           Aiden tilted his head, then moved closer.  The shaky lines in the ground vaguely resembled letters: a squiggly ‘s,’ a lopsided ‘c’, something that vaguely resembled an ‘o.’  “What are you—why are you writing?”

           Kiru dropped the stick with a huff, looking away.

           “Kiru.”

           The Familiar reluctantly returned, phasing into Aiden’s hands.  Vague frustration wormed through Aiden like a faint flame, along with images of Jackie scowling at them, echoes of her words about Familiars ringing through the back of Aiden’s skull.  He blinked several times.  Because of Jackie?  It doesn’t matter what she thinks.  We know better.

           Yeah, but—  More images, this time of reports on Provenance’s Dragon.

           Aiden’s eyebrows furrowed.  I’m not sure I get what you’re trying to say.

           Kiru huffed, the frustration bubbling briefly before it was roughly shoved down.

           Kiru, come on.

           The Familiar didn’t respond.

           Aiden bit back a frustrated sigh.  Be that way, then.  He leaned forward, brushing his fingers through the dirt.  What were you trying to write, anyways?  You’re not normally all that interested in writing.  

           It wasn’t until that moment that he finally glanced upwards.  He stiffened.  White Water High School stood in front of him, quiet for the moment, students and teachers likely still inside.

           Aiden scrambled to his feet and stumbled a few steps away.  Something clenched tightly in his chest.  Oh.  His hands shook.

           Kiru tuned back in briefly, faint curiosity and concern briefly bubbling underneath his frustration.

           Aiden took a couple of measured steps forward, fingers locking around the chain link fence.  He swallowed convulsively.  What period is it?  It’s not even noon yet.  Second period?  Third? I’d be in Math or History, then.

           His fingers tightened, hard enough that faint pain radiated through them.  Did any of them notice when I disappeared?  Did they care?  Did James and the others wonder if something happened because they didn’t show up?  His throat felt too tight, his eyes hot.  If they had—if they’d just come like they said they would—then I would’ve never been on River Road when Tyson was there, and I never would’ve been attacked.  The school blurred.  I should’ve known better.  I shouldn’t have gone.  Stupid, stupid—of course they didn’t actually want to hang out with me, I’m just that crazy kid who talks to his Familiar, they were just humoring me, and now—hell, who’s going to want to be near me know?  No one trusts a dragon.

           “I should’ve just left you,” a voice spat, and for a moment Aiden thought he’d imagined it. He didn’t turn, waiting as Jackie stomped closer.  “You can’t just run off.”  She stopped, and several silent seconds passed.  “Why did you come to a school?”

           “I didn’t.  Kiru did.”  He took a shaky breath.  “It’s my high school.”

           Jackie didn’t respond. Several moments passed before she said, quieter, “We should go.”

           “Y-yeah.  Yeah, I know.”  Reluctantly, he pried his fingers away from the fence.

           “Hey!” someone shouted. “What are you two doing?”

           Jackie and Aiden whipped towards the voice at the same moment.  That was the first time Aiden noticed the police car parked in front of the building—and the officer coming their way.

           Every thought seemed to screech to a halt.  For a moment, he couldn’t breathe, his mind scrambling for purchase on the thoughts that kept sliding by, Kiru shouting warnings that weren’t made of words or images but sensations and emotions that said he needed to go, they needed to do something.

           They’re here because of me, he realized, managing to catch hold of one of the floating thoughts.  They’re here because I used Mach Five, and they need to find me, and now I’m right here in front of them—

           The thought was enough to shake him out of his stupor.  “Jackie,” he said, turning around.

           But Jackie wasn’t there.

           Aiden froze, suddenly uncertain of what to do, his mind screaming, She left me, I knew she didn’t like me, but she was supposed to be watching me, how could she just—

           The frantic thoughts gave the police officer enough time to reach him.  “Shouldn’t you be in class?” the officer asked.  “And where’d your friend go?”  The officer frowned, staring down the street, likely in the direction Jackie had gone.

           Maybe he should chase her, Kiru thought.  She’s clearly the dangerous one.

           Aiden, mouth dry, heart hammering in his ears, couldn’t respond.

           The officer glanced down at him, eyebrows furrowed.

           Aiden tried to shift away.  It’s fine, he thought.  It’s fine. He doesn’t recognize me.  I’m wearing a disguise.  He doesn’t know.

           But is it good enough?  What if he sees right through it?  What if, what if, what if—

           “I’m home schooled,” he blurted, far too late.

           The officer gave him a scrutinizing look.  “Your parents just let you wander around during the day?”

           “I-I don’t have a set schedule.”  

           The officer was still giving him that same look.  Slowly, his attention turned to something lying on the ground.

           Aiden’s gaze followed, and his heart leapt into his throat.  The posters.  He swiped them, trying to clutch them tightly to his chest.

           The officer peeled one away.

           “H-hey!  Give that back.”

           The officer’s expression turned unreadable.

           Aiden held his breath, half-poised to run.

           “What,” the officer asked carefully, “are you doing with this?”

           “I-it’s for a project.”

           “Is it, now.”

           Aiden’s mind scrambled to find a response, but he couldn’t come up with something convincing, his brain screeching to a panicked halt.

           “Kid, you know this is a dangerous criminal, right?  I realize that the idea of turning into a dragon might be appealing, but you can’t just latch onto anyone who does that.”

           Anger forced its way past Aiden’s reservations, and he snapped, “He’s not a criminal!”

           The officer gave him a searching look.

           “I-I mean, wasn’t—there’s more to the story.  Probably. And everyone’s just—making assumptions.”

           The officer watched him a long moment.  “Maybe,” he said slowly, “but Mach Five is still illegal for a reason.  We need to set an example, or else we’ll have chaos.”  He gave the poster another careful look.

           Aiden’s heart stuttered.

           “Where are you even getting this information, anyways?  The Chief’s the one who has the most information on the case, but I don’t think he ever released some of this.”

           Whatever self-control Aiden had fled.  He turned on his heel, sprinting away, barely hearing the startled shout of the officer over the rushing of his own blood.  He hadn’t made it far when someone caught the back of his hood.  He jerked, struggling, trying to free himself from the confines of his jacket.  He’d just started to wiggle free when the officer caught his arm.  The officer mouthed something, eyebrows furrowed, but Aiden couldn’t hear anything over the thundering of his heart.

           He knows.

           He struggled, trying to kick free.

           He’s going to arrest me.

           The officer reached for something in his pocket.

           He knows he knows he knows he knows—

           He reached, desperate, for Kiru’s familiar warmth, and the Familiar answered.  Magic tugged free—

           Keep hold of it.  Guide it where it wants to go.

           —and pulsed towards his chest, bubbling through in a burst.  Blue flames streamed from underneath his shirt, billowing wildly beside his face.

           The officer whipped back towards him, a startled expression crossing his face. Electricity was already crackling along his fingertips.

           Don’t let him.

           Aiden wasn’t sure whether the thought was his or Kiru’s, but he funneled the excess magic into his hand, firing his own burst of electricity, however weak and unfocused, at the officer.

           The officer, on reflex, pulled away, releasing Aiden in the process and summoning a shield.

           Aiden fell back, posters scattering across the ground.  Whatever tenuous hold he’d had on the magic—Mach Stage?—fell apart, the flames disappearing and the strange, tingling, hot-cold feeling in his chest fading.

           Move!

           The voice was undoubtedly Kiru’s, the school and the street turning dark, shifting into a nighttime road beside the river, the officer morphing into the grisly form of Tyson, his own magic flaring unstably along his arms.

           For a moment, Aiden had the inexplicable, overwhelming urge to lunge at him, a guttural voice inside him growling, This is your fault, you did this, you made me—

           Aiden, run!

           But he couldn’t win, he’d end up back in the river, ad this time he might not come back up for air—

           He wasn’t sure where he was.

           He fell, hands skidding across the sidewalk, pinpricks of blood bursting on his palms where they scraped the gravel.  He took several shaky breaths.

           It was daylight. Wasn’t it night a moment ago? Where was Tyson?  Why wasn’t he on River Road?  Wasn’t he just—

           A car rushed by, and Aiden flinched away, scrambling into an alley.  He shoved himself behind a dumpster, head bent beneath his knees, hands lifted to clutch the back of his head, breaths shuddering in his chest as his stomach rolled.  Bile rose in his throat and filled his mouth.  He held it in, breathing sharply through his nose, in and out, swallowing it again and trying not to take great, heaving gulps of air.

           A voice that sounded eerily like his mother’s whispered, Breathe in slowly.

           I can’t.

           You can.  Steady. With me.

           Aiden tried to take a deep breath.  It caught in his throat and rattled against the top of his ribcage.

           Try it again.

           He did, still shaky, still not deep.  On a third attempt he managed to drag a decent amount of air into his lungs.

           Hold it and count to five.

           He scrunched his eyes closed and counted silently.

           Now release, slowly.  Count to five.

           Aiden obeyed.

           Repeat the process.

           He followed the instructions, taking slow, deep breaths until he felt less light-headed and nauseous. He rested his head against his knees, sweat slick against his pant legs.  Thanks.

           Kiru said, That wasn’t me.  His voice sounded oddly strained.

           Oh.  So I’m imaging it.  Good. Great.

           But then a voice—still familiar, but not the one he expected to hear—asked, “Steady?”

           He lifted his head so quickly it spun.

           Jackie crouched in front of him, hovering close by, like she wanted to approach but didn’t quite dare, an odd expression on her face.

           What had happened slowly trickled back to Aiden, and whatever shock he felt, whatever gratitude—had she been the one to talk him out of his panic attack?—fled in the face of the anger that rose in his throat, bubbling out like fire.  “You left.”

           Jackie didn’t deny it, just stared at him with the same unreadable expression.

           “Why?”

           Jackie glanced aside.

           The anger burned his throat, but it felt good, warm, because didn’t he deserve to be angry, after all this?  It wasn’t even my fault! “Oh, what, were you hoping the cop would just take me?  Was he one of your friends?  Real nice of you, glad to know where your loyalties lie.”

           “I didn’t want them to see me.”

           Aiden laughed incredulously.  “What? With a dragon?”  He spat the word, the tears that sprung to his eyes as hot as the words in his throat. “Well, you know what?  I guess that’s fair.  No one else wanted to be seen around me, either, but hey, who’d want to spend time around the crazy kid who talks to his Familiar?”  His fingernails dug into his scalp.  “I guess it’s fine, everyone hates me, anyways, so what’s one more?”

           Jackie turned back to him, expression twisting between discomfort and frustration.  “The hell, kid, you did use Mach Five—”

           “I didn’t ask to be a monster!”

           The words echoed through the alley.  Everything fell silent, save for Aiden’s ragged breathing.  For a moment they stared at each other, Aiden trying desperately to control his breathing again, Jackie studying him with a wary expression.

           Exhaustion swept through Aiden.  His head drooped beneath its own weight, and he planted both hands on it, staring blankly at the ground.

           Kiru sent waves of comfort, and Aiden allowed his own emotions to coil with it.

           Jackie murmured, “We should head back.”

           Aiden nodded, a quick, jerky motion that made his head spin.  He got unsteadily to his feet.  He reached for his hood before remembering he didn’t have his coat anymore, and instead opted for hunching his shoulders, trailing after Jackie as she moved out of the alleyway.

           He wondered if anyone would recognize him.  He almost didn’t care.

           His legs felt like lead. He couldn’t quite get enough breath into his chest.  The city passed in a haze, a not-quite-tense silence between the three of them. Aiden’s emotions ebbed into something more somber, and it left him feeling cold.  “I’m sorry,” he said eventually.

           Jackie didn’t react.

           “Why—why did you come back?”

           It took a few moments before she shrugged.  “We still need you.”

           Of course.  The thought didn’t feel as bitter as it might have before.  His mind wandered, touching briefly on something Kiru had mentioned after his panic attack, the thought briefly swamped by his own frustration.  His eyes drifted to Jackie’s left leg.  “Thank you.  For talking me down from, uh—”

           “It’s fine,” Jackie cut in, her voice carefully controlled.

           Aiden nodded tightly. The tension between them still hadn’t eased; even if Jackie had been willing to help him, things still didn’t feel fine.  I guess this is just the way things are, now.  Is it going to stay like this forever?

           He didn’t have an answer.

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[garthcelyn]

Kirian Folk: Humans

The newest to the inhabitant roster, they arrived several hundred?thousand? years before the current timeline.

Note: I refer to them as human plus on the basis of how they've evolved to fit on Kirus, and not because I think they're particularly special.

Build: Shorter and built far denser than their earthen counterparts. Their bones are thicker and there's more of them, ribs are longer and wider to cover their larger organs. In recent years, many have larger pointed ears or tail nubs depending on Kirian ancestry.

Height typically caps at 5'8, though there are some outliers.

Magic: The least magical of the roster, but many are still capable of wielding it. Typically elemental, with the majority of human mages using fire as their primary.

Skills: The most adaptable species, and annoyingly determind. They're capable of long treks, and adapt easier to changes in temperature than the other races, though it's best not too push them too far or they'll, y'know. Die.

Location: Everywhere and anywhere. They will adapt.

[sciencenewsforstudents]

The oldest directly dated human remains have turned up in a Bulgarian cave. The tooth and six bone fragments are more than 40,000 years old.

The new discoveries came from Bulgaria’s Bacho Kiro Cave. They support a scenario in which Homo sapiens from Africa reached the Middle East some 50,000 years ago. Then they rapidly spread into Europe and Central Asia, the scientists say.

Other fossils had been found in Europe that seemed to come from a similarly early time. But their ages — perhaps 45,000 to 41,500 years old — were not based on the fossils themselves. Instead, their dates came from sediment and artifacts found with the fossils.

Still other human fossils could be much older. One skull fragment from what’s now Greece might date to at least 210,000 years ago. It was reported last year. If true, that would be the oldest by far in Europe. But not all scientists agree it’s human. Some think it could be Neandertal.

Jean-Jacques Hublin studies ancient human ancestors at the Max Planck Institute for Evolutionary Anthropology. It’s in Leipzig, Germany. He led the team that found the new fossils. At first, he says, only the tooth was recognizable. The bone bits were too broken to identify by eye. But the researchers were able to extract proteins from them. They analyzed how the building blocks of those proteins were arranged. This can point to what species they come from. That analysis showed the new fossils were human.

The team also looked at mitochondrial DNA in six of the seven fossils. This type of DNA typically is inherited only from the mother. It, too, showed the fossils were human.

Helen Fewlass is an archaeologist at Max Planck. She led a second study that included many of the same researchers. Her team used radiocarbon dating to calculate the fossils’ age. Hublin’s group also compared their mitochondrial DNA to that of ancient and present-day people. The two methods consistently dated the fossils to around 46,000 to 44,000 years ago.

The teams describe the finds and ages May 11 in two papers in Nature Ecology & Evolution.

Humans reached what’s now Bulgaria as early as around 46,000 years ago, new studies show. The people made bone tools (top row) and bear-tooth pendants and other personal ornaments (bottom row). CREDIT: J.-J. HUBLIN ET AL/NATURE 2020

[froppy-butterflyfan2000]

My second entry for Tales of Mewni: Legends Contest. Originally she was suppose to be my third entry to the contest. She would be a squire for Slick Spiderbite and a heir to Ponymonium, but instead I scrapped her due to seeing better entries, like Jackson and Arty. After listening to Kururu418's Honorable Mention Video, it inspired me to bring back my Ponyhead, and made her a legend knight.

Effie Pony Head-Dragonbreath

Title: The Stormbringer

Age: 20

Birthday (Zodiac): December 28 (Capricorn)

Gender: Female

Sexuality: Bisexual

Species: Unicorn/[Storm] Dragon Hybrid

Former Alignment: Butterfly Kingdom/Cloud Kingdom aka Ponymonium/[Storm] Dragon Tribe. Queensguard

Former Rank/Position: A member of The Queensguard 5th Division, Princess of Ponymonium, and the 2nd heir to the Storm Dragon Tribe.

Power/Abilities:

1. Omnidirectional Rainbow Waves

2. Flight

3. Electricity/Lightning Generation: She can absorbed lightning from her horn and bring it back. She can produced them as well thanked to her (storm) dragon ancestry.

4. Fire breath

Physical Weapon:

1. Her claws

2. Her horn: She can shoot lightning bolts from it.

Fightning Style: Effie fights like Thor who awaken his powers in the film, Thor: Ragarnok. When using her other ability, omnidirectional rainbow waves, similar to Rainbow Dash from MLP.

Family:

Khrysthalle [Pony Head] Dragonbreath (Mother)

Kiru Dragonbreath (Father)

Kaizo Dragonbreath-Ponyhead (Big Brother)

King Pony Head (Grandfather)

Drayos Dragonbreath (Grandfather)

Lilacia Pony Head (Aunt)

Azniss Pony Head (Aunt)

Angel Pony Head (Aunt)

Jan-Jan Pony Head (Aunt)

Pamanda Pony Head (Aunt)

Shonda Pony Head (Aunt)

Shinda Pony Head (Aunt)

Hornanne Pony Head (Aunt)

Teta Pony Head (Aunt)

Chezna Pony Head (Aunt)

Whistine Pony Head (Aunt)

Pranciss Pony Head (Aunt)

Jackson Ponyhead (Cousin)

Background

The Dragon Tribe, now a smaller and less known monster tribe. A combination of strength, speed, and wisdom gained over the years made the tribe to be feared in the past. They also can live as long as seven hundred years. Some even make it to a thousand. Sadly, even if they’ve lived through the toughest times in Mewni, they came out worst in the wars. Their population have been declining ever since they have fought their battle against the Titans, and the MHC. This forced them to be separated into small groups (to avoid being spotted by the mewmen), became peaceful and secluded into the mountains covered in mist. In the Era of Hearts, the Star's second reign, the tribe leader, Drayos Dragonbreath decided it time for the Storm Dragon Tribe, (one of the small dragon groups who conquered storms, using their powerful wings to make a windstorm, and gather clouds to make huge rainstorm that caused flood. They are known for their weather manipulation as well.) to shown themshelves. He sent his son, Kiru hoping to spread words to the monster community that the monster kingdom. And he hope Kiru would marry a woman that is worthy of carry the descendant of dragons and if it must be a noblewoman or princess, then they will forms an alliance in order to thrives, but no kingdoms ever wanted them, except for Ponymonium where he lays his eyes on the most beautiful floating unicorn head in all of Mewni (who just had happened staring herself in the reflection of the pool), Khrysthalle Pony Head. That is the day he fell in love. After a few agreements with the elderly and former King Pony Head and the current Queen Ponyhead, the Dragon Tribe and Cloud Kingdom are allies as Kiru and Khrysthalle got married. Khrysthalle lived in the tribe, becoming the 1st member of the tribe to joined despite being in a different species. A year later Kaizo was born. Then 3 years later, Effie was born. Effie is the second born child of Khrysthalle and Kiru. She was born and raised in the tribe, yet visit Ponymonium at 13. Even though she was royalty and a daughter of the chief, Effie was not next-in-line to the throne to Ponymonium, only the second-in-line to become the chief of her Dragon Tribe. Effie does not mind at all, and did not bother in joining the competition in stealing the title as heir from Jackson (whose she never met, but heard about him), or bother training/studying to be a chief since it is Kaizo's thing. Effie preferred to be a racer in a flying competitions her tribe hold, especially an annual flying championship to see who is the fastest, and hanging out in the thunderclouds.

Effie Ponyhead was a Ponyhead with dragon ancestry – two species that could not be more opposite in nature, which made her never quite fit in with either group. Other dragons were envious of her beauty and disliked the horn on her head, while the Ponyheads were unimpressed by her wings. However, whenever she goes to towns, people hated her and ridicule her just because she is a half-breed and she did her best to ignore them. Effie seek shelter in the dark and stormy clouds, where she discovered she can absorbed lightning and shoot them back.

When the rebels and raiders had invaded Cloud Kingdom to hunted down the floating headed unicorns for their magic that have been leaking out of their neck and their mane, she was the first person to defend her, by generating bolt of lightning from her horn and awakened a new ability, an omnidirection raibow wave, creating a brilliant and powerful rainbow that could be seen throughout many regions of Mewni. Which would be the first step of gaining her title.

She was recruited by the former captain of the Queensguard Fifth Division at the age of 13 and given an offer to join the Queensguard and be his squire. Effie accepted the offer to strengthen the bonds between the Butterfly Queensdom, Ponymonium, and the Dragon Tribe. As well as making Effie the first Ponyhead to become a knight. For 7 years of being in the Queensguard, evil-doers were beware as a storm is coming, and that was Effie. During her service she was given the name, "The Stormbringer" because she was fast like the storm, generates electricity from her horn and strike it like lightning, and finally it due down with a rainbow.

Suddenly Effie died in line of duty of protecting her tribe, she was attending a celebration of her return with her captain she invited, until she have to battle a monster, a Dragon-Eater. It was attacking her tribe. When her fellow tribe members retreated by her brother's order, she was the only one to boldly fought the monster. She was going to win, thanks to her omnidirectional rainbow wave. The monster was finally dead. Well almost, before the monster die he caught her, teared off her wings, and she die from shock. Kaizo and her captain were the two people whose witnessed this. As the monster finally die from Effie's powerful ability, the injured captain and Kaizo took her corpse, and tell the tribe what had happen. All the dragons gave Effie their respect that she was truly one of them, but only to have die to become one of them. Her body is rested in the Field of the Fallen according to her, she wanted to be with her fallen comrades. The Cloud Kingdom and the Storm Dragon Tribe will never forget how she put her live on the line and fought bravely to protect the kingdom whose discriminates her. There is a statue remembering her sacrifriced in both kingdom and tribe.

Personality:

She discovers her passion for speed and for "winning," after winning a flying dragon race as a filly.

Her mood swings is her greatest weakness as Effie's mood can be as changeable as the weather. Partying is a negative influence for her because she will be a party animal. But thanks to her commitment in the Queensguard, she is able to keep her temper in check. Because of her dragon ancestory, strong-winged, wild and ferocious. But deep down, she is pure of heart, having held no grudge against the dragons and unicorns for shunning her. She is loyal to her friends and the Queensguard and will always try to help them in their time of need.

She maybe average smart, but she is only high intellect in Dragon histories tha ked to her father, whose also trained her to fight.

Appearance:

Effie is describe as the most beautiful unicorn and dragons. Effie's unicorn half consist of the head and neck of a unicorn. She has pale, light grayish cerulean scales, a brillant vermillion mane teal eyes with pink hearts for pupils, and a moderate purple, striped horn. On each side of her neck, there is a cloud with a yellow thunder bolt.

Effie's dragon half consists of 4 clawed legs, tail, feathery wings, and pale, light grayish cerulean scales. 

She wears an armor for her limbs and her helmet is similar to Thor: Godness of Thunder.

Relationships:

Her parents

They are overly supportive of their daughter and inadvertently embarrass her often, causing them to have a delicate relationship. Yet she loves them very much and is thankful for their overenthusiastic support that made her the successful flyer she is today. She also thankful for her father to teaching her how to fight. And if anyone ridicule her mom for being in love with a monster, Effie will hunts them down.

As Effie earns the respect of her people and joining the Queenguard to strengthen the relationship between her tribe and the Butterfly Queensdom. Her mother, Khrysthalle cry alot while her father boasts on how great his daughter is.

After their only daughter's death, Khrysthalle develop depression that she stay in bed almost 24/7, and Kiyu doing his best to comfort his wife, and have been failing almost his tribe's duties and responsibilities ever since, which pissed off his father, Drayos.

As for Kaizo, they used to be close, until as he got older, 23, their relationship became distant due to the fact that he have hatred toward Mewmans for slaying his ancestors long ago after meeting great dragon warriors who shared their perspective, and focus more on training and studying to be a chief. He was one of the dragons who called any half-breeds a mistake which made their relationship even further. She sometime go into the middle of his ridiculing if Kaizo went too far. After her death, he regret that he did not have time to bond with her. He wondered why Effie choose to be a knight, and protects Ponymonium, the kingdom that had used to shunned her almost all her life.

Jackson Ponyhead

According to his bio, his cousins bullied him because he is a half-breed even if he is a guard or not, so.... Jackson and Effie neither met each other due to their reasons; Effie being in the clouds and taking her duty as a knight of Queensguard, and Jackson training to use magic and swordmanship, partying, and trying his best to be the guard and heir whether he likes it or not. Effie really wanted to meet him, but understand that Jackson have always go somewhere else to avoid the same treatments she have gone through. After her death, Jackson would learnt from his mom or aunt that he have another cousin whose was also a half-breed. He would visit her funeral, wish he would meets her, and find out more about her.

Other Cousins

They often bullying her everytime she visit Ponymonium because she is a half-breed. Even when she saved the kingdom, they did not show any appreciation or gratitude for her. After her death, they seem to be satisfied that she is gone.

The Former Captain of the Fifth Division, Logan Wolfang

Logan Wolfang was a great knight to her. This man was the only person she met who does not hate half-breed. He is a monster who does not discriminate Mewmen and half-breeds. The captain can handled her moods very well. He retired after a serious injury from the monster attack at the Storm Dragon Tribe and old age. He witnessed Effie fought the monster with bravery and watch her demise.

The Butterfly Family

Effie is very close to Corona Butterfly (before Corona was the captain of the healing division), probably because they are not part of the royal line. They hangs out talking about magic. Effie is only one who know about Corona's love for Morel, and kept her secret safe. Corona is another person who can handled her moods. As for Astro and Effie... Well, she more of a hater, and would often say he is not worthy of being a knight and a prince. Nobody know why Effie hated him, either Effie herself.

When (resurrected) Effie found out that Astro is a half titan, the descendant of one of the Titans who wipe out dragons long ago after she was resurrection, she developed trust issue toward him even more. The reason for Effie to hated Astro is actually because of her dragon blood flowing through her vein that have an ancestral hatred for titans.

As for Nia... Well let's just say that she constantly asked her to carry her for a ride. But Effie refused because she knew that of she do it, Astro would be piss. And she cannot do it for free.

After her death, Corona grimace that she lost a friend, and wished she could have come to help her. If she was here, Effie could have been alive. Astro still remeber her, and respect her as an honorable knight. The two Butterfly Royals often visit her grave to bring flowers.

Slick Spiderbite

She heard story on how he defeated his kidnappers, and admired him alot. So she believes that Slick is stronger than Astro and Astro will lose to him one day. Slick lowkey admired her energetic nature, strength, and agility.

Puff

Mixed feelings for him. She thinks he is shy and would gives him space, and the other time she thinks he is boring and wish he can talks more.

Morel Moringstar

Effie does not see why Corona see Morel. He is lazy and unmotivated, he is only take actions if Corona is around. Which is confusing. She sometime take him to parties that are so crazy a few times in hope he could be active, and this caused Morel to avoided her because the partying broke 2 of his thumbs, but at least he got stamina after meeting some girls at the club.

(optional) Quotes:

"Yo, I am Effie Pony Head-Dragonbreath, also known as The Stormbringer, why because I can shoot lightning out of my horn and create a powerful rainbow when I go super fast!!!!"

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"Hey meathead!"

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"I'm more than just a royal! I am a member of a small monster tribe as well!"

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"I'm so sorry.... Captain...... For leaving you....." <----- Her final words

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"Wait you are Effie!" Jackson said with his eyes widen as he saw his cousin walking forward to see him. This was the first time he met her.

Effie ruffles her wings and threw her hair back.

"That's right I am," Effie said.

"But you are suppose to be dead," He said.

"Dead? I'm not....." Effie said as electricity from her horn charges up. It fired, Jackson dodge it by going sideways and rolled over to take cover. The blast hits the tree. It caught on fire, and timber.

"What the hell?!" Jackson cried. He glared at her. To his surprise, her appearance looks dull and her eyes are blackened. He have heard about the titans and rumors about one of them could bring back the death. But he knew it was just a myth, but he thought wrong.

"No.... The titan resurrected her?!" He thought.

Effie flew up and is floating above Jackson. The clouds are gathering to make a big dark cloud. Thunders can be heard.

"I do not know who you are, but you are a Pony Head, but different..... Never mind then, shows me what you got. Proves to me that you can face THE STORM!"

Jackson got his sabre, and levitate. He gulped.

"Oh fuck...." He thought.

Trivia:

• She is loosely based off of Rainbow Dash from MLP: FIM and Whirlwind from Skylander.

Effie was suppose to be my third entry for my previous contest, but been scrapped due to lack of motivation, fear, college, and believing that there are other people who are making Ponyhead kids are better than her.

Effie denied the promotion of being the captain because, she believed that she is not that someone whose is responsible in leading people. She is not her big brother, Kaizo. Her former captain was sad and accepted her decision.

Effie is a battle class monster.

Effie means "well-spoken" or "pleasant speech" in Greek. While Dragonbreath is named after the book series, Dragon Breath. She preferred her last name to be "Ponyhead-Dragon Breath".

Effie does not have weather manipulation like her father and brother, she only generate lightning/electricity, breath fire, fly, and make rainbow.

• She won some third place ribbon, second place ribbons, and until she finally won 1st Place ribbons in the annual flying dragon races thanked to practices. Due to her ego, was declares the fastest creature in Mewni alive. That is until she got defeated by Sear, and Astro high-key reminded her on how his brother defeated him.

• Dark and stormy clouds are her second home. First is the tribe, and third is Ponymonium.

Story:

Astro, Corona, Slick, Puff, Morel, Fum (mention in the lore) and Nia belong to @kururu418

Jackson Ponyhead belong to @hotsassbacon