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[Dracarys]

DRACARYS

I have never been nothing. I am the blood of a dragon.

Sylva was no more—at least for her.

There was nothing left in the home she was born in. The eternal autumn forest was nothing but a haunted ghost story now. It was empty quickly after the winner of the challenge had been declared. Her hellhound father had lost, leaving her grandfather Castile to win.

Her departure had been sudden. Well, at least her father’s had been. He felt no reason to remain in the autumn forest. Leaving her quickly behind to be on her own and something about telling her to go to Loess as that is where she would be “safe” and with “family”. It was the first time she found out her grandfather was the one with the crown her father wanted.

Surprise! Family drama.

Dracarys rolls her eyes at the thought. Going to Loess seemed useless anyway. So, the meadow became her grounds for now. She isn’t sure where her mother has gone. Last she checked she wasn’t in Loess or Sylva. Perhaps Pangea still? The blue yearling considered going to the wasteland. Maybe after she was done sulking, she would make a trip there.

“Whatever,” she huffs under her breath as a puff of smoke leaves her lips and evaporates into the winter air. Her silver-blue eyes glance around the winter seasoned meadow. Her gaze doesn’t linger on the dotted horses much. All of them either live here or are causals visiting friends or meeting new faces. She doesn’t care to trouble another today. Simply being alone was enough for her now.

Her gaze continues to float across the winter scene. A few more dotted horses. A wolf, maybe a hellhound, running across the meadow. The blue yearling’s eyes slowly slide across the rest of the meadow. Wait a minute, she thinks sharply. Her gaze quickly slides back to the small hellhound in the distance. The girl quickly trails after the hellhound.

“Dad?” She yells out as she runs at a fast pace towards the hellhound. “DAD!?” She yells again, closing the distance between them. The blue yearling keeps herself fully focused on the hellhound ahead. But the closer she gets, the more she realizes it isn’t dad. The hellhound is much smaller. Nothing like her dad not all.

“No, you definitely aren’t my dad.” She says loudly, likely audible for the hellhound to hear. But Dracarys doesn’t take her gaze off the hellhound just yet. Something familiar clings to the hound that she just can’t shake away. It reminds her of home. It reminds her of mom. “You!” She says loudly, and more directly this time. “Yes, you dog!” She closes the distance between them further. “Don’t you move anymore!” She commands. She will not be chasing after this dog if she has it her way.

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@[Erio] I thought they should meet <3