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[hybrid-fr]

Look at this gorg art @chuchuanart did of my boy Leiloni!! Ahh!! Highly suggest you go commission them!!

[kelp-sketch]

Fixing up this beautiful boy

[hatisoutfits]

Fear is an emotion. Fear can fuel hatred, it can start revolutions, it can eradicate civilizations. Fear is something powerful, capable of making rational people do things they never would’ve thought of. This is what Ere knows of fear. She can recognize it in a target’s eyes, she hears it change cities, and she sees it across the land. She knows a lot about fear, but she could never understand it. Just as a Fae may learn to recognize tone without being able to use it, Ere knows what it is and how it works, but she will never feel fear. After all, what is fear, if not a setback? --- Ere’s duty is a simple one. The blades she wields - weapons forged in the Great Furnace, sharpened on Dragonhome’s stones, and bloodies all across Sornieth - they take lives. These actions are not harmful in nature, they are not meant to cause pain or suffering. Every swing of her blade ensures the world is a safer place. Eliminates a growing danger before it can harm another soul. Not everyone agrees. Whispers between dragons, angry or fearful glares from across the room, they remind Ere of the world she lives in. Those who know her various forms, they think they understand who she is. Ere knows better than to let them define her. Insults and threats alike fall into the wind as arrows try and fail to pierce well-forged armor. Her skills are honed, with experiences to prove the determination of each action, even if others ever acknowledge them. With a mind that guides the path of her weapon, focus comes naturally. Her task at hand, whatever - or whoever - that may be, lies at the front of Ere’s mind at all times. --- Those who think they know her sometimes believe her to be blind, with tales that range from glazed white eyes to mere scars where they once were. Ere needs not show them otherwise, simply leaving the rumors to spread. The truth of her physical form - an eerie description of a demonic, eldritch creature - isn’t something she intends to share. It’s of no concern to her if others simply sit and wallow in what they believe her to be. Ere prefers her own company to that of others so if other dragons keep new ones away from her, even better. When this half-devil is faced with something truly demonic, Ere trusts that she can rely on her will, wit, and power alike to defend those she is tasked to protect.

Lore by pokemonbutch

[hybrid-fr]

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