#his name is Terrowin

[nhaomei]

So I drew this guy for an RP server and well, only realized he resembles Thorin after I was done, but here I go posting it anyways.

[usmsgutterson]

Page Eighty-Three- Kaz Brekker

Real (Page Eighty-Three series, part 3)

And thus, here we arrive at the end of the Page Eighty-Three series! I’ve been working on it almost a week now, and had the idea brewing in my brain for two weeks beforehand, so, considering the way that I’ve chosen to publish all the parts, it’s not gonna be a very emotional goodbye for you guys, but for me, oddly enough, it is?

Its the first fic I’ve done that’s been more than two parts, and I guess that adds to it? I don’t know! But, anyways, on with it!

Also, a gentle reminder, I only have Kaz being a little on the touchier side because this is a bit of an AU of sorts, and they’re around twenty four in this last part, which gave him time to work on his trauma more and get comfortable with touch!

Fic type- fluffy as fuck

Warnings- a very brief mention of the flashback in the first chapter (to be specific, nina says ‘stopped you from getting hatecrimed’) and a brief sexual innuendo

T H R E E Y E A R S L A T E R 

You knocked out after you’d killed your father, and went home completely unconscious on Inej’s boat, tucked onto a cot with Kaz at your side. Genya had decided to spend a little time around Ketterdam, get to know the ins and outs and provide intel for Nikolai when he asked for it, and Nina had decided that her home could be Ketterdam for four months of every year. 

Inej did her thing, catching and killing slavers all around the globe, but her visits to Ketterdam became more frequent after you’d gotten back. 

Jesper took your amplifier and made it a project for himself, removing the claw from the obsidian and instead using his fabrikator abilities to turn it into a bracelet that you wore on your right hand, made of gold, with the claw dulled out so that it didn’t poke you when you moved your wrist.

A year after you’d returned home, when yourself and Kaz had gone into his office one morning, book clutched in one of your hands, the other interlaced with Kaz’s fingers, you found a box sitting on his desk.

A note from Zoya was taped to the top of it. 

A top tier bitch deserves a top tier amplifier, it read. Bracelet. Wear it on your right wrist. It’ll go with the bear claw wrapped in gold.

You kept the note, reading it to yourself whenever you needed a laugh, giggling about it with Nina when she needed a laugh, too. 

All of those small moments ended up leading to a much bigger one, though. The day that Kaz proposed. 

It was a pretty simple proposal, but you loved it. 

--

“I had to get advice from Jes about this,” was how he started it, even before he’d gotten down onto one knee. “He proposed to Wylan in the fall, and I know that the Winter makes Ketterdam look absolutely stunning, and I know that you like the scenery, so, well, here we are.” 

You’d been walking around Ketterdam, the clicking of Kaz’s cane against the pavement a soothing sound for the both of you. 

You’d managed to make it near the outskirts of Ketterdam just by walking, as Kaz’s leg was being decent to him and he wanted to walk until you’d arrived at one of the more scenic spots. You indulged him for the sake of it, making sure you took breaks and that he got water when he was tired. 

It’d been snowing, and the sky had yet to darken beyond a light grey. You and Kaz both had snow in your hair, but to one another, it just added to handsomeness, so neither of you moved to brush the snow out of your hair or off your faces. 

“When we were seventeen,” he began, feeling for the box in his pocket. The one with a ring inside, cushioned by red, velvety fabric. “You read me a quote from the book I’d gotten you that day. You’ve memorized just about every poem in it since, and I happen to have done the same thing.” 

“The quote that you read to me was from The Sun and Her Flowers. It was on page eighty three,” he grinned at you, a fully fledged smile. Something he saved for you and you exclusively.

“I’m going to change the wording a bit, because it’s in the past tense, and we’re not past tense. The quote was ‘you were mine, and my life was full,’,” he said. “I’m changing it to ‘you are mine, and my life is full.’ Because thats how I feel.”

“Kaz?” You asked. “Do you have something planned?” He raised an eyebrow at you as he clutched the box.

“I suck at words, so, from Rupi Kaurs book Milk and Honey, I offer you this,” he carefully got down onto a knee, using his cane to keep him steady for a few quiet moments as you realized what was happening. 

“‘You are every hope and dream I’ve ever had, in human form.” He pulled out the ring, opening the box and holding it out to you. “That’s page forty nine, love.” 

“If you can’t think of an answer, please, just-- anything works,” if Jesper had told sixteen year old Kaz Brekker that he’d end up on his knees, begging you for a response to his proposal at just twenty two, he’d have called Jesper crazy.

“Yes,” you mumbled. “Yes, Kaz Brekker. If you’re asking me to marry you, it’s an immediate yes.” He used his cane to get himself up to standing again, slipping the ring onto your ring finger and accepting the hug that you pulled him into.

You were going to marry Kaz Brekker, the love of your life, and you couldn’t wait for it. 

--

The day seemed to come at you quickly, even though you’d not set the date until Winter of year that you turned twenty four. 

First, it was calling Nikolai and asking if you could cash in the reward for killing your father and doing him and the world a justice that they deserved, then it was finding suitable tuxedos and sending out invitations and planning a million different things at once. 

But, eventually, you, Jesper, Wylan, Genya, and Nina, were all on Inejs boat, headed toward the Little Palace.

Then, all of the sudden, you were in the last stretch of time before the wedding. Alina, Mal, Genya, Zoya, and Nina were talking as Genya tailored you, getting rid of some of the blemishes and fixing up little things about your face that you’d asked her to tailor until the end of the ceremony. 

“It’s weird,” Alina said, pressing a kiss to Mals cheek as she glanced at her own wedding ring. “I remember you as this fourteen year old boy who used to gawk at the attractive guys in the Second Army, the boy who resented his powers and swore at his father at any chance that he got, and now you’re and you’re completely different.”

“Different how?”

“Kaz Brekker,” Genya said, running her finger under one of your eyes gently, as to get rid of your eyebags. “He’s good for you.”

“And you don’t resent your powers anymore,” Zoya adds. “You don’t use them often, but you don’t resent them.” 

“You use them, don’t you, mate?” Mal quipped. “Or were my eyes tricking me when I went to wake you and Brekker up this morning, only to find you keeping light out of your room with a flick of your bloody wrist?” 

“I was tired,” you pouted. “Kaz and I both were!”

“Ah, newlyweds,” Nina joked.

“It’s not like that!” You shouted. “Zoya, help me out!”

“He’s able to kiss you now,” she said. “Like, with tongue and stuff. Theres no reason he wouldn’t be able to enjoy a fun little tumble with you here and there!”

“’Tongue, and stuff,’” Mal repeated. “Yes, Zoya, because, as a twenty six year old woman, that’s totally adult phrasing.”

“I wouldn’t have been able to describe it any better,” Nina quipped. Genya and Alina hummed their agreement as Genya moved to your hair, fluffing it and styling it so it that it looked nice as you adjusted the cuffs on your dress shirt. 

“Wheres my blazer?” You asked, grabbing your tie from Genyas lap, tying it as she evened out some of the color near your roots. 

“Closet,” Alina answered. “I’ll get it for you!” Mal checked his watch.

“We’ve got three minutes to get down there,” he said. “Lets make the most of Y/Ns remaining 180 seconds unmarried.” You laughed, rolling your eyes as Genya stood, helping you up after.

Nina shot Genya a glance, and she took the hint, ushering Alina, Mal and Zoya out of the room and passing Nina your blazer as she left. 

Nina helped you into your blazer, running her thumb along your cheek with a smile. 

“I never thought I’d see Kaz Brekker married,” she said. “But hey, I guess stopping you from getting hatecrimed had it’s benefits, didn’t it?” 

You laughed, shrugging.

“I think that we’ll rebuild some of the Slat,” you said. “Make the rooms bigger. Get plaques declaring whos room is whos.”

“A golden plaque with Nina Zenik emblazoned on it?”

“Bolted to your bedroom door, Neens.” 

“I love you, Morozova.” She said, trapping you into a tight hug.

“I love you back, Zenik.” You said. “Now, c’mon. I don’t think anyone would take too kindly to me being late for my own bloody wedding, would they?” 

--

The wedding was small, taking place close to the entrance of the Little Palace. There were no chairs to sit on, but the few guests you’d invited didn’t mind it whatsoever. 

The guest list was fairly small, considering your tight knit little family. Wylan was Kaz’s best man, Your best woman was Nina. The people standing in the small crowd were all familiar faces.

Wylans mother, Marya Hendriks, and Jespers father, Colm Fahey were the oldest there. Among them were Nikolai, Alina, Mal, Genya, Rotty and Specht, and the two members of the Dregs who’d originated the King of the Barrel nicknames. Their names were Terrowin and Kira, and when you caught their eyes, they were beaming at you both.

Jesper was officiating, and as you met his gaze, you remembered how he was practically bouncing off the walls the day that you’d asked him to officiate. 

“Okay, now that they’re both here, we can begin!” Jesper couldn’t hide his excitement.

“Mr. Brekker,” Jesper laughed through the words. He’d not called Kaz ‘Mr. Brekker’ unless he was doing so in a jokey context. You knew that, had it been anyone elses wedding, they’d probably have gotten angry at Jesper for giggling through the words, but for you and Kaz, it just added to an already perfect day. “Do you take Y/N as your lawfully wedded husband?”

“I do,” he said. 

“Mr. Morozova,” Jesper glanced at you, and you met his gaze, having to stifle laughter when you realized just how wide his grin was. How happy he seemed. He looked like he was about to start bouncing off the walls and screaming with joy. “Do you take Kaz as your lawfully wedded husband?”

“Hells yes,” you said, giggling slightly. For a moment, Kaz let his lips lift into a grin. You matched it with your own smile and took his hand into yours.

“You’ve prepared your own vows, so, Mr. Brekker, sir, you go first!” Kaz glanced at Jesper inquisitively, grin still on his face as he started talking and met your eye.

“I’ve loved you as long as I’ve known you,” he said. “And when my heart says something, I’ve learned to listen to it. I love you with my entire heart and so much more, and I hate that I’m not good with words, because that’s all I can say. Nothing else accurately cultivates the feelings I’ve felt for you since that night, when you were broken and bruised underneath that saintsforsaken lamplight. I promise to love you every minute of every day, Brekker.” You’d agreed to change your last name to his. You’d be Y/N Brekker by the end of the night.

“Mr. Brekker,” Jesper said. “Since you’ll be married in a few minutes and I have to get used to that last name on you, you may say your vows!” 

“When I was fifteen, I was caught and beat broken by a group of eight eighteen year olds,” you began. “But you saved my ass before I was killed, and it seems as though our relationship has been a series of saves ever since. Kaz Brekker, with the ring I’m about to put on your finger, I’m promising that I’ll do that forever. Please, though, try to avoid getting yourself kidnapped too often, okay?” His chest shook in silent laughter as he nodded.

“The rings, gentlepeople?” Jesper asked, Nina passed you the ring you’d slip into Kaz’s finger, and Wylan passed Kaz the one he’d put onto yours.

“Put them on,” Jesper said. You and Kaz both glanced at him once more, meeting each others eye thereafter, grinning and shaking your heads. It’d become very clear to you that the twenty four year old who you’d recruited to officiate your wedding was damn near close to letting out an excited squeal. 

Kaz put the ring onto your ring finger and you did the same for him, waiting for Jespers next words as you took a half a step closer to Kaz. 

“Kiss, you idiots!” Jesper said. Kaz laughed, pulling you close and pressing a kiss to your forehead.

He’d kiss you like nothing else later in the evening, when the only thing to bug you was a lamp that you’d left on, but you both agreed that a forehead kiss would be as far as you’d go in front of others. Kisses, to Kaz, were personal, and you respected and loved that about him. 

“Saints, bless this fuckin’ union!” Jesper shouted. You glanced at Alina, who shot you a thumbs up and a nod as the party part of the wedding kicked off. 

Terrowin and Kira were the first people that you and Kaz talked to.

“Did you secure it?” He asked.

“The property?” Terrowin was a Zemeni boy, with skin dark as night and eyes as warm as the sun. 

“Or the trip?” Asked Kira, a girl from Shu Han with hair black as the feathers on a crow and blue eyes as cold as the Fjerdan ice. 

“The property, first and foremost,” he said. “Did you get it? Did you give it the name I asked you to?”

“Yes, and yes,” said Terrowin. “Beside The Silver Six is a bookstore called Page Eighty-Three. It’s scheduled to open in the fall.” Your eyes widened as you made the connection.

“Page eighty-three?” You asked, smirk on your lips. Kaz shrugged.

“And the request?”

“The line from the poem will be put on the wall behind the clerks counter,” Kira said. “Just as you requested.”

“And the trip?”

“Your boat for Novyi Zem leaves in two days, Boss,” Kira said. “Two bells in the afternoon. It’s directly routed to Coftons docks.” Kaz nodded.

“Thank you,” he said. “We’ll see you when Page Eighty-Three opens.” 

“Damn right we will,” you said. Terrowin and Kira laughed as they walked away.

You glanced around the room, spotting Jesper and Wylan perched at a piano, playing the music that everyone was dancing to. Marya and Colm dancing close to them. Nina and Zoya dancing like idiots and laughing throughout. Mal and Inej making conversation and Genya and Alina heading your way.

“Congrats, you two,” Genya said. “Can I expect to see you both tanned and rested up when you get back from Novyi Zem?” 

“You’ll be in Ketterdam?” You asked. Genya nodded.

“For a couple of months, to make sure that your Jesper friend doesn’t colossally fuck things up while your friend Inej is doing her thing on the open ocean,” Alina said. “I’m there to visit for a bit, under the radar.” 

“Thank you, Alina,” he said. “Thank you both. For everything that you’ve done in these past years.” 

“No biggie, Brekker,” Alina said. “I don’t know you that well, but I see how happy you make Y/N, and he’s like a little brother. I care about his happiness.” 

“You two are absolutely bloody adorable,” Genya said. “Now, back to my question, will you be tan, or at the very least, well rested, upon your return?”

“Kaz is pale,” you said. “He’ll burn like a crisp. Me? I don’t really know. I guess it depends.” 

“We’ll be well rested,” Kaz said. “He’s a darkling. He can create shadow. I fully intend to use that to keep the sun out in the mornings.” 

“I won’t do whatever you ask of me!” You quipped.

“You had no issue with that last night,” he said, raising a teasing eyebrow. “Or this morning!”

“Mal was right!” Alina shouted, her and Genya bursting into giggles. “Damn it, I hate it when that happens!” You laughed.

You took another glance around you, spotting your friends.

No, wait. Scratch that.

Not your friends.

Your family. 

Your family was having a good time, eating, talking, dancing, laughing. They were enjoying themselves and congratulating you as you talked to Alina and Genya. 

Kaz had an arm around your waist, his cheek pressed against the side of your head as his other hand gently turned your wedding ring around on your finger. He was talking to people without arguing with them. He was holding you like you were the only thing that mattered to him.

Your life was perfect.

Kaz was yours, you were his, and your life was full. 

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[devilsneverycry]

Lorian X OC (something I found in my drafts)

The Queen of Lothric, her name is hushed. For those who speak of her offer great discomfort for the civilians around them. She had a name however it has not been spoken of since her death. Her last moments alive fell on the day Prince Lothric was born into the horror that would come later. The birth was difficult. Difficult to conduct, difficult to keep such a fragile child alive and difficult to keep the mentality of Othe King in check... Difficult to keep the Queen alive. Both, the King Oceiros and the queen didn’t survive long after lothric’s birth. The Queen passed and the king’s mind passed with her.

Lorian gave up a part of himself that day. His soul. The instant that the queen went into labour, he felt the suffering of his younger brother. The weak and desperate child trying to escape. First it would be the womb and later, his throne in the firelink shrine. The elder Prince was sharpening his sword and talking to a fellow squire when he felt this shift inside of his body. He remembers it clearly. He remembers falling to the ground, sword dropping out of his hand as he hit the dirt beneath him. The bones underneath his skin creaked with every moment and clicked out of place as he tried to rise to his feet. He wasn’t a proper knight as of yet, he had trained, fought and be beaten many times but nothing could prepare him for the pain he would be feeling.

Lorian soon got pulled into the arms of the squire, frantically carrying him to get help for the sudden fit of pain. Neither of them had any idea what they had just gotten themselves into.

The elder Prince briefly thought about the past, this particular situation playing back in his head and screaming at him how important this all was. Was...was what he said really true.

He suddenly got ripped out of his thoughts by the sound of rapid footsteps coming closer and closer to him until he was knocked off of his feet. Lorian was sent falling to the ground and a loud clashing sound vibrating off of his armour. It wasn’t until he actually looked at what knocked him over.

“My prince, I’m so happy to see thee!” said the voice from on top of him. Lorian looked up from the abundance of Lothric armour on both him and the knight above him to see that very squire positioned close and comfortable on top of him. Terrowin was the name of that squire, now turned knight. Terrowin and his family moved to the kingdom of Lothric from irythll so he could train and become a knight. One look at him and you can already tell he’s from irithyll based on his pale skin with a soft purple undertone. At this point in time you wouldn’t be able to see this under his knight helmet but Lorian would never be able to forget his delicate features.

Before the prince could respond Terrowin had already taken off his helm and gave Lorian and smile,

“did thee miss me like thou missed thee?” he teased and slide himself off of the prince, getting back into his feet and offering Lorian a hand in return which he happily took.

“Come now, enough with all this fancy talk.” Lorian laughed softly, subconsciously hushing himself from others noticing. “You know I missed you” he teased right back at Terrowin, nudging his chest plate before smacking the dirt off his armour. Such a simple action made the other knight chuckle.

“Oh I’m so sorry your royal highness, I didn’t mean to dirty up your expensive armour. Should I get on my knees and lick it clean myself?” Terrowin continued to tease and make fun of Lorian’s position in contrast to him. The prince decided to humour him.

“Maybe you should... Or maybe you should finish setting up camp until sundown instead of flirting with your higher ups”

[ahitworldshift]

Wow Mu how come you get to have shady friends?

Chapter 2, Part 6: Rumor Tellers

Warning for Physical Violence and Mentions of Drinking during the middle of the chapter.

“…Who is this, and how do they know my name…?!”

Mu had still been thinking about the note she received from whoever might of been at the scene of crime, head slightly hurting and her eyes focused on the writing the entire time, not even bothering to look up and see if her ordered meal was ready. She knew Vanessa and Atcher’s handwriting, and it looked nothing like either of their ‘fonts’. Hell, they used red and purple ink respectively, right?

She didn’t know ANYONE who would write using blue ink!

A groan of annoyance was let out, causing other people to look on and give confused looks before going back to their usual business. The only one that didn’t seem to ‘ignore’ her was the one that actually slid into the seats in front o her, placing their elbows on the table and having their tail swish from side to side. 

“So... You got a note from him, huh?” The literally foxy lady spoke out, causing Gella to raise her head and stare up at the other. Now the other, she looked like one of those foxes, but more... Purple. Purple, and with yellow eyes staring down at her.  It caused her shoulders to hunch, and she even backed up slightly in her seat.

“H-him? Who is... Him? What are your relations to-” “Shhhshshsh-” The fox places a finger on her lips, having a large grin as she tapped her fingers on the table. “I know it’s rude to talk about others when they aren’t around, but it’s even more rude to do it in public. Head to the studios later in the day, and I’ll tell you more... Oh, and your food’s here.”

After the fox says that, the ghostly waitress places a plate down on the table, bowing slightly before going away. Well, she SHOULD let herself eat before continuing to question things, but it was quite awkward when someone is staring at you the entire time.

“Let’s see... Merek, Carac, Terrowin, and... Aaaha.” The Director nods silently to himself as he pointed at a piece of paper on a clipboard, soon looking up and facing Vanessa. “I just realized who we’re missing. Alys, age 32, about this tall, and-”

“Oh. Her.” She lets out a slight scoff, rolling her eyes and pressing a finger against her cheek. “Didn’t she say she was going out to the bar last night after the set? Not like her drinking helped the set anyways.”

He remained silent for a moment, sighing, and shaking his head. “You... You DO know that she could of possibly been killed, right? And you’re using this as a petty time to bring up the drinking? She doesn’t even do that on set, she waits until after the day is done!” 

“Please- If you were paying attention, you’d see her taking that flask out and-”

“EITHER WAY, IT’S NOT THE POINT.” Out of anger, he threw the clipboard at her, hitting her in the face and crossing his arms as the woman in green had to process the pain surging through her face. With how hard he threw it, a slight trail of blood could be seen running down from her nose...

...And in retaliation, she lunges at him, aiming for his neck and digging her nails into his skin, blood drawn out and a wicked cackle leaving her lips. 

As the violence began to build up between the two, the nearby radio began to crackle, soon speaking out:

“-you for the latest report of the missing person. With our search still going on, we’ll find her within no time. Now for the requested song of the day, titled Love Me Dead.”

Love me cancerously Like a salt-sore soaked in the sea High-maintenance means You're a gluttonous queen Narcissistic and mean

Scratches, bites, and even bruises were left on each other as the song played on. Nobody else seemed to be in the studio at the moment, so it was just the two fighting in cold blood. Towards the end of the song, they remained standing, messed up hair and clothes on the both of them, and backs turned to each other.

Ooooh, looooove...

Vanessa soon turned back to him, lips slightly bloody. She places her hand on one of his shoulders, causing him to turn around.

Meeeeee...

“...You’re a son of a bitch, you know that...?” “I could say the same to you...”

A moment of silence passes, only to be interrupted by the two pressing their bloody lips together, letting it last for a few seconds before pulling away and walking back from each other, most likely to go fix their appearances before anyone would ask about what happened.

D E A D .

“So, what you’re telling me is that ‘him’ is some sort of ghost haunting the city?” Gella looked up to the fox, holding a soda bottle in one hand and having her other hand be held as they walked towards the back of the buildings.

“Yep! Shocking, isn’t it- A city of eternal night is filled with haunted beings~” She snickers, soon pausing the moment they were hidden by the shadow cast by the building. “People call him many things, but the most common is ‘Luna Omul’, the moon man.”

Pressing her back against the wall, the fox looked down to the girl, a large grin remaining on her face. “You must be special if he wants you to stay in town and fix whatever could be going on. What it is? I have no idea, but he certainly might.”

“Well theeeeen, that solves absolutely NOTHING.” 

“I DO know where you can possibly find him, though,” She said as she points up to a far away building, with the top blocking the full moon in the sky. “Try to get up there at midnight, and bring an offering of sorts to him. I hear he prefers things such as puppets and dolls, so he doesn’t have to physically show himself. The more life-sized, the better.”

After she says that, Gella only nods in silence, her eyes focused on the moon as the fox wraps her tail around her shoulders. “...You have good heart in you, kid. It’d be a shame if someone in this city were to take it away...”

She cackled as she walked away from the scene, hands behind her back and her eyes fixed ahead, leaving the hooded hero to ponder more about what she was just told about...

[ninja-kitty-more-like-no]

You regret prompting a fan to ask questions /j. *Deep Breath* What are the names of the elder gods? What do they preside over? What can they do? Why are some dragons and some not? Is one or more of the dragons trans? (Pls say yes) Are there gods that aren't elder? Are the four beautiful characters that are in love the elder gods? If not who are they? What are their names? What's the name of the land where they live? How did the elder gods come to be? Do you have a creation myth yet? Then to top it off I want a fun fact that might not end up in the story you're making but you want people to know anyway.

Hi!! Some of those questions are answered here!!

Three of them are trans- Dakkone, Weiwith, and Terrowin!! And they are the elder gods, yes!! They’re not really gods, but they’re close enough that it counts :) they live in our world, but they haven’t been seen as themselves in centuries :(

For a fun fact... Terrowin is still legally married to Julius Caesar because they think divorce is Dumb.

[nhaomei]

Went crazy with makeup, accidentally created James Charles deluxe edition

[ninja-kitty-more-like-no]

DO YOUR BEAUTIFUL DRAGONS HAVE NAMES? WHAT ARE THEIR POWERS? DO THEY TRANSFORM? DO THEY HAVE AN ARMY? WHAT'S THE PREMISE DAHLING DON'T SKIP OUT ON THE DETAILS or if it's already a wip I can... Wait I suppose...

ALSO WILL THEY AID THE @prideknights ???

Hi hi hi!! Thank you for the ask!!

They do have names, and they do transform!! They were the first dragons to learn how to become people, and they all learned how for different reasons!! They’re highly respected members of each of their particular sects of breed, which include amphitheres, wyverns, drakes, and true dragons- I’m more than happy to discuss the cultural differences between each ancient breed, but they’re all the high generals of their respective people, so they do each have an army, yes! They typically combine into one massive army to take on threats, as they’re all fiercely loyal to each other.

This is Dakkone!! He’s the high general of the drakes, which are wingless four-legged dragons, and he is so sweet, my god I love him. His true form is a brown drakes with crystalline scales like mica, and he has terrakinesis, which he typically used to make homes for his people, from hidden underground cave kingdoms to far-flung mountainous regions- places that would be typically undisturbed by curious humans. He actually learned to change into a human so that he could set boundaries and establish trade and other relationships between the dragons and early human civilizations.

This is Weiwith!! She’s the high general of the wyverns, which are dragons characterized as having two wings and two legs, like birds or bats. Aer true form is a blue wyvern with fur, bat wings, and velociraptor claws. She has hydrokinesis and the ability to breathe underwater, and used those abilities to basically fish farm and help feed those among her people who couldn’t feed themselves. The scars on aer face also translate into aer dragon form. She first became human to experience travel as one of them, and to help them explore places they otherwise wouldn’t be able to- think of her as an anthropologist!!

This is Terrowin!! He’s the worst and i love him. He’s the high general of the true dragons, which are dragons with four legs and two wings. Their true form is an orange and scarlet dragon with molten rock for eyes- they have pyrokinesis and fire resistance. He first turned human because he just... fell in love with the idea of anonymity and freedom, he’s never been comfortable in the spotlight. I think theyve been running for most of their life.

This is Anylis!! She’s the high general of the amphitheres, dragons without legs and with wings, and this woman will absolutely WRECK you if you get in her way. Her true form is a white amphithere with feathered wings and shark teeth. She has aerokinesis and is, frankly, the scariest of the four. She knows what she’s capable of, and it’s terrifying. She’s the most elder god of all of them. She first turned into a human to keep an eye on her polycule :)

They were last seen at the burning of the library of Alexandria.