Innocence
Clan Role: Citizen
Mate: None
Children: None
Friends: ???
Enemies: None
Lore
"Well, son...would you like to kill today?" The tiny pearlcatcher's father asked him.
His eyes widened. Kill? Oooh, yes, he would love that. "Please, father! Please!"
His father laughed, "Come along then...we're going to be killing today."
The little pearlcatcher tagged along behind his father, face aglow. He'd heard about killing, but he had no idea what it really was.
"Daddy, what are we going to kill?"
"Perhaps a beast, perhaps another dragon...does it matter?"
"I dunno. How are we gonna kill it?" He wanted to know exactly how a killing took place...before he took part.
"Now that, my son, is to be a surprise."
"Will they enjoy the killing?"
"Perhaps...perhaps not. Whatever the case, we are to pull it off. We are assassins, are we not?"
"Well, you are, Daddy, but I'm just an apprentice."
His father laughed, a deep, throaty laugh. "Someday you'll love the killings as much as I do."
"But right now, I'm an apprentice, right?"
"Exactly. Ahh, here we are."
The stopped in front of a tree, and the child looked at it, confused. "Daddy...are we going to kill a tree?"
His father shook his head, then reached behind the tree with a claw and grabbed a terrified, shaking bear from behind it. "We're going to kill this."
With slices of claws and snapping of teeth, the young pearcatcher learned what a killing was. He walked away with his father, looking back, wide eyed, at the pool of blood surrounding the motionless corpse. He wanted to do that too.
"Now, it is important that I tell you something, son." His father approached him one day, after a particularly bloody killing, ending in shattered bones and skin scattered across the ground.
"What is it?"
"You must leave me."
"What, why?!" The pearlcatcher had no strong attachments to anyone or anything, other than his father.
"It is how it is done with our kind."
"Our kind?"
"Assassins. Killers."
"Where do I have to go?"
"There is a kind clan not far from here. Go there. You will attach yourself to two of theirs...I've looked into the clan and I believe Aella and Saeoro would be a good mate pair to claim. Call them mother and father and act as though you love them. Do you understand me? When you are accepted as their own...kill them. Kill them all."
The young one's eyes widened. "Seriously?"
"Yes. Seriously. Make them wish they had never been born. Smash every egg. Rip out the throats of the hatchings before their parents. Make the snows redder than an apple."
"Yes, father. I will do that. Then may I come back to you?"
"No! Never! You must continue! Go on, find more clans to massacre. That is the way of our people!"
The child did as his father said. He went to the small ice clan and quickly attached himself to Aella and Saeoro, telling them of a plight he had invented himself. They took him under their wings and accepted him as their own.
He acted sweet.
He acted kind.
He acted innocent.
His foster sister, Ren, was always in trouble...because of this pearlcatcher dragon. Finally, she had enough and ran away from home.
The time was finally right. The pearlcatcher began his killings. But the familiars revolted and attacked him, refusing to allow him to injure their dragons. He killed several familiars, and gathered their bones. But one familiar, he captured to tame as his own. The Hoarfrost Mauler.
Seeing that he couldn't do anything to continue the killings, he left with his tail between his legs.
He had a new plan forming in his mind.
He set aside his pearl, ignoring tales of pearlcatchers who had done so before, and donned the shaggy coat of a tundra. He formed himself a crown from the bones of those who stood in his way and placed it on his head, then continued on his way.
As he searched for a new clan to destroy, he slew other dragons on his way, as well as any beasts that he encountered, when at last, he discovered a clan.
A growing fire clan. The dragons seemed kind...and he couldn't wait for the day that he could...annihilate them.
Diary
Currently unfilled.
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