Faenamide

[ FAENAMIDE ] ? ? • Assassin • Envious • Quiet • Intelligent I didn't ask for this power, but I will use it if I have to. Faenamide’s first kill was the hatchling caretaker. She had been feeding him with crushed insects when her paw brushed his tiny mouth. She had shuddered, eyes going wide, and then toppled over, nearly crushing him, foaming at the mouth and shaking uncontrollably. Faenamide had been found later, crying, by the mother of another nest. She had shrieked and run to fetch the herbalist, who correctly identified that Faenamide was deadly. His parents and siblings could never touch him—nobody could ever touch him. As he grew up, Faenamide was feared, but not completely disliked. He tried to be useful where he could, defending his clan from intruders, but his food was always left outside his den, and he would watch from afar as his family gathered with the rest of the clan to swap stories in the evenings. He grew unspeakably lonely. His lucky break came one day when a less than trustworthy mirror wandered into the clan on a visit. The others viewed him warily but gave him enough to eat, and he thanked them and left a pretty penny behind. As he turned to leave in the morning, he noticed the singular fae’s den far away from the rest of the clan, and stopped to peer at him. “What’s your story, kid?” he’d asked, when Faenamide stared back at him, unabashed. Faenamide had sat up a little taller and told the man that he could kill him with just one touch, but to his surprise, the mirror smiled. He lowered his voice and asked Faenamide if he’d like to earn a little money for his friends. Intrigued, Faenamide had listened, and then gone along with the plan. He was too young to truly understand what assassination was, and though guilt crept on him with every kill, the coin that the mirror gave him was genuine, and his clan was grateful for it—though they didn’t know how it was that Faenamide was earning the money, or where he went for days on end. The dark fae went several weeks in his new occupation, silently taking out targets, learning to hide and move quietly, before one of his clan found out what he was doing. Faenamide was banished. Despairing and angry, Faenamide fled the plaguelands for his much-preferred shadows, lurking in the Tangled Wood for several days before another dragon even saw him. He woke with a start one day to find a large snapper sniffing at him, and staggered backwards, offering his usual warnings of immediate death by poison. The snapper simply let out a scratchy laugh and stretched out a flat paw, brushing some of the dark venom off of Faenamide’s scales. Much to the young fae’s surprise, he didn’t die. He didn’t even shudder or act sick. He simply shrugged, and laughed again at Faenamide’s expression. The first dragon that Faenamide could touch turned out to be named Tairialis, and the fae took immediately to the snapper, riding on his back and talking easily with him. His new clan wasn’t exactly delighted to have a murder weapon in their midst, but they were accustomed enough to Tairialis’ quirks (and his lethal poisons) that they welcomed Faenamide more than his true family ever had. In fact, when they came across another dragon with powers echoing his own, Faenamide cheerfully called him his brother, and showed him around the area, and all in all rather annoyed Asclepias until the other fae finally grew accustomed to having someone who loved him. Then the two were as close as family.

Enchanted Remains Organics Perfectly preserved... forever. 47 Bonepriest Venom Organics Used in the production of dastardly brews and vile tonics. 26 Glowing Purple Clawtips Apparel Softly glowing nails are the mark of an alchemist who has dipped their claws into their cauldron one too many times... 250

• Observant
• Envies those with markings like him, but don't drip poison at all.
• Doesn't speak a lot.
• A little more social the Asclepias.

A squeal of pain came from the little Fae as a hooded figure took a sample of blood from him and then placed it into a vial. “This will do nicely,” he said behind a mask, muffling his voice and further hiding his identity. That night he secured a sum of money with his latest assassination assignment and returned with a small meal for the one who had unwillingly helped him. As soon as the little cage was opened to bring in the food though, Faenamide took his chance to escape.


The hooded figure shot out a gloved hand and grasped the creature around the leg. He shrieked in shock but nonetheless swiped a claw at the man effectively knocking the hood away. Before he could cover his exposed face, the Fae smacked his tail across his face leaving no mark but still the poisons seeped in. The man let go and clutched at his cheek knowing that he would soon die from such a simple touch and the dragon escaped into the breaking daylight.


As he flew another joined him at his side, spotting the brightly colored dragon easily in the sunlight. They shared a look and then stared at their similarities before the other grew a smile.”Asclepias! You know I can’t follow you when you go up there!” A dragon shouted from below. His small wings refused to take him even an inch off the ground as he struggled so the pink fae dropped down to settle on his back. Faenamide swept lower to take a good look at the pair who nearly looked as deadly as himself. “I don’t believe it...you have a brother!?” he asked the one on his back. He shook his head softly and the snapper let out a laugh. “Well now you do.” With that they became the deadliest group across the land; the toxic twins and one who would be able to turn their curses into blessings.