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Laurant

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No, my mouth doesn't have an "off" switch. Why d'you ask?

Heckronomicon

Spellbound Tome

Energy: 50/50

Personal Style

Apparel

Skin

Scene

Physical Attributes

Battle Stats

Measurements

Length

16.71 m

Wingspan

16.39 m

Weight

8750.36 kg

Genetics

Black
Petals

Sapphire
Stripes

Cerulean
Spines

Hatchday

Feb 22, 2017
(7 years)

Breed

Adult
Guardian

Eye Type

Light
Common

Level 6 Guardian

EXP: 6621 / 8380

STR

AGI

DEF

QCK

INT

VIT

MND

Lineage

Parents

Offspring

none

Biography

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Laurant
{ LO - ran }
Nickname: Laur
Clan Successor
♣ fifth scion

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Song of the Swearlord
(written by Disillusionist)
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When the Disillusionists settled in the Hewn City, things were a bit difficult at first. The only piece of land large enough to accommodate their floating lair was a marsh near the sea. They soon found a hydromancer who helped them drain the land, and then they were able to plant their lair. Once their home was in place, the Disillusionists continued going about their business, small and large crises notwithstanding.

They made new allies and maintained their ties with their old friends. One of the clans they kept in contact with was Clan Elysia. As was traditional, the two clans exchanged children: the Disillusionists' leaders sent their son to be raised in Elysia, while Elysia sent a pair of Imperial siblings to live with them.

The Imperial hatchlings quickly bonded with Veritas' and Nachtstreiter's then-youngest daughter, Laurant. They had all been hatched on the same day, and the close companionship eased the pains of being separated from home and family. Poseidros and Tiferet maintained fairly good manners, probably because they knew from the beginning that the lair wasn't really theirs. Laurant, however, had no such qualms. She soon got over her brother's absence and was again as rambunctious and rough as ever. To help her burn off some of her energy, it was suggested that she be allowed to explore.

The lair was close to the sea, and the Disillusionists frequently sent their members to the harbor. It was where the clans of the Hewn City could mingle freely with travelers, buying and selling goods from all over Sornieth. Laurant, with her friends in tow, occasionally accompanied older clanmates on business here.

This became a problem later on. Poseidros and Tiferet never lost their grip on their manners, but Laurant could and did pick up swear words from the mariners who came here to trade. This was tolerated at first, because the adults of the clan found it cute and hilarious. It was accepted that Laurant was too young to understand the import of cussing. She was gently upbraided and told that it was not really good to imitate everything she heard. When she cursed -- a slip of the tongue, the adults said -- she was reminded again.

And again.

And again some more...

The school headmaster, Tantris, was at his wits' end. He was a cultured individual who took great pride in having a peaceful, well-coordinated school, with pupils who were polite and eager to learn. When Laurant came to class, she would inevitably let loose a swear word or three. They would explode in the class like firecrackers, startling the other hatchlings and resulting in a barrage of awed screams -- and enthusiastic imitations. "She is such a bad influence," he despaired one day, cracking his tail like a whip. His headpiece clinked as he hung his head despondently.

The progenitors exchanged looks. Nachtstreiter looked a bit miffed with his daughter's reported behavior, but Veritas only wore a vaguely amused smile. Veritas, it had to be said, wasn't really hurt by swearing.

She asked Tantris, "Well, what do you tell her to do when she misbehaves?"

"I tell her to go stand in the corner and face the wall."

Veritas had to hold back a laugh now. At this age, Laurant was about five times as large as Tantris, and she couldn't imagine that his "punishment" was very effective.

The same thing had occurred to Tantris. He actually had a plan for a harmless punishment that, he hoped, would drive his point home. "No swearing!" he exhorted Laurant (again) one day. "Swearing is very bad!"

The other hatchlings squealed in delighted terror at this. Tantris appreciated the gesture -- after all, most of them were a lot bigger than he was. Laurant herself hunkered down, looking suitably ashamed. "But not for long," the headmaster thought. He turned towards the blackboard again.

As he'd dreaded, the peace didn't last long. Laurant, while struggling with her essay, muttered something not very discreetly. Something about an anonymous dragon's parentage and how bad it was, especially their mother. The other students erupted into scandalized laughter.

"Right, that does it!" Tantris decided. He fixed Laurant with his most determined scowl even as he drew his lute from among the folds of his cloak.

Laurant came home looking a bit disgruntled. Her parents had heard that something odd had happened during school, and they were beginning to suspect that whatever it was, she'd earned it. "How did your studies go today, Laurant?" Veritas asked her.

Her daughter mumbled a noncommittal reply. Something about her voice was off. Veritas' eyes narrowed. "Say something rude, dear," she said, even as Nachtstreiter cringed.

"♫♪♯♫," said the despondent Guardian. Veritas' jaw dropped, and Nacht blinked several times. "I'm sorry, could you...I can't believe I'm saying this. Could you repeat that?!"

They hadn't heard any curse words, or indeed, any words at all. When Laurant had spoken, the blare of a trumpet had sounded out of the heavens. It had been so clear and bright, the progenitors had looked up in case the Lightweaver was actually descending. "Say something!" Veritas exhorted. She was unabashedly delighted by this new development. "Say something petrifying!"

"I am not sure I approve of this," Nacht said. Indeed, he sounded very unsure. After several more moments of experimentation, he summoned the headmaster.

Tantris looked somewhat woebegone. "Look, I can explain--" he began.

"It's amazing. Why didn't you do this sooner?" Veritas asked him.

Tantris blinked. He'd thought he would be fired on the spot, maybe get reported to the Observatory for good measure. It had been an unorthodox punishment, and he'd realized he couldn't be sure it was harmless.

He listened, light-headed, as Veritas chattered, "She creates the most beautiful music now. She'll be the envy of the bards in other clans! Go on, dear, let Teacher Tantris hear your latest opus."

This last one was said to Laurant, who also looked as dumbstruck as Tantris felt. The two of them swapped quick, uncertain looks before Laurant sang (or swore), "♭♩♬♮♪♫~" As she did so, music sounded out of the air: the glissando of harps and the chime of silver bells, finishing with a trumpet's triumphant cry.

By the end of it, Tantris was almost weeping. Mostly it was because he, as a bard, appreciated fine music and he'd never heard anything finer than that, but also he was terrified he would still be reported to the Observatory and then sacked from his position as headmaster. Laurant seemed pleased as punch now, though. She looked a lot like a happy hainu; her tongue was almost lolling out of her mouth.

Tantris regained his composure long enough to ask, "You don't want me to...remove the enchantment?"

Veritas winked at him. She reached out a massive paw and scooted her daughter forward. "I think that's something the two of you should discuss," she advised them.

Once outside, Tantris looked warily at his pupil. She was quite a bit larger than he was, and he wasn't sure just what else she'd told her parents. Some children could be pretty nasty liars at times.

Fortunately, Laurant was not one of these children. "Sorry," she grumbled. With her feet tucked under her and her tail wrapped around herself, she looked like a pretty contrite cat, and that was saying something. Most cats didn't understand the concept of contrition.

"It's fine," Tantris sighed. He forced himself to relax or at least appear in control; after all, he was the teacher here. He shot Laurant a curious look. "I don't believe we've had a chance to talk about this; you always bail on us right after school lets out. So -- why the swearing, Laurant?"

"Well, it's...funny."

"Funny?!"

"Yeah, it makes the others laugh, and some of the words are really kooky." The heard a brief shimmer of violins as she tried -- and failed -- to demonstrate. As the music faded from the air, Laurant admitted, "I don't actually mean them."

"I guess you don't," Tantris had to admit. He had known Laurant since she was a tiny, wobbly hatchling, and despite the coarse language, she was never vehement or vicious. Rather like Veritas, come to think of it.

With that in mind, he told her, "Right. I accept your apology, but you have to promise not to swear again -- or at least not more than twice a day."

"What do you mean?"

"You don't intend to stop?" Tantris asked. He looked incredulously at her.

Laurant grinned back -- two rows of teeth, sharp and gleaming. "Heck, no! This is fun!"

"Oh good gods, I can't believe--"

"With the meanest words I can muster, I can make the most beautiful songs! This is amazing. Teacher Tris, did you know that the worse the words are, the more gorgeous the music?"

Tantris was a rather a long time in replying. "Y...You don't want me to remove the enchantment?"

Laurant unleashed a spangle of music so brilliant, Tantris could almost see it. He nearly didn't hear her more mundane mutter of "Nah."

"Oh. Well...Well, then! That is perfectly fine." He was trying to suppress a grin. "I suppose that, strictly speaking, it's no longer swearing." Inside, he was thinking, "I'm probably going to get fired for this someday," but also figured, "What the heck." He managed, somehow, to make himself look stern again. "But my rule still stands."

"Wha...?"

"No swearing in the classroom! The music is gorgeous, yes, but it's also incredibly distracting, and I don't want the others to forget their lesson because they like to hear you...um, sing." Tantris thought of something else then, and he shivered. He would have to ask the clan leaders to issue an official announcement that he'd been scolded or something. He didn't want other dragons approaching him and begging him to ensorcel themselves or their children. "We'll have to lie. Ugh, I hate lying. Maybe we can tell them it was a magic lute....Yes, that should do it. Shoddy magical artifacts are a dime a dozen these days."

It was more trouble than it was worth. He had made a mistake, after all. But there was a silver lining, of a sort. If nothing else, at least they'd be unbeatable in choral contests now.

Fortunately for Tantris, magical afflictions were a dime a dozen, too. Dragons soon got over the novelty of Laurant's ability to blare out music at will. In retrospect, it wasn't really that spectacular; there were devices from the Shifting Expanse that could do the same thing, and they didn't even run on magic. As for Laurant herself, she never asked for the enchantment to be removed. It was a lot of fun, she explained, and it did give her something nice to listen to when she was bored. "Helps me calm down, too, when I'm stressed about something," she added at one point. The other dragons imagined her grumbling and swearing over her arithmetic homework, and they had to agree.

Unlike her brother, Laurant remained with her birth clan. The enchantment became nothing more than a strange personal quirk, rather like Euclid's vanishing at will or Frostlyn's aurora-colored wings. She became known around the Beacon as "the Swearlord", in part because she'd also taken to dressing as grandiosely as her parents.

"Going somewhere, dear?" Veritas asked. The white Guardian was sprawled lazily in the flowers outside, basking in the sun. Her daughter flowed by her, quick and dark as a shadow, and then paused, one paw lifted. "Ah, yes, Mama."

"Try not to swear too much, my girl. We haven't been here long, and we should make a good impression on the neighbors."

"Yes, Mama." Laurant watched as her mother's eyes closed, and then she loped away.

She had left school behind long ago. After various hijinks involving much magic and yelling, the lair had flown halfway across the Sunbeam Ruins and then plopped down near the Beacon of the Radiant Eye. They were still near the water, but not as near as before, so Laurant's supply of salty words had more or less dried up.

Still, it didn't really matter. It was probably time to outgrow that now. Laurant wanted to set a good example for the new hatchlings coming in. In fact, if she happened to win the bet set up by a nearby clan, a new one would be joining the lair soon.

She strode over to the Lair of the Sharded Lights. "Why'd I pick 'Carrot'? I don't even like carrots. Maybe 'Cinnamon' would've been a better first bet. Oh, well...Carrots and Cinnamon, don't fail me now!"

~ The End

♦ art by valiantmeasures

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Cryoluxa wrote on 2020-06-12 23:24:30:

"Oh, what am I going to do?" Laurant asked herself, holding her face in her hands and wiggling her hips all girly-like. It was home economics (a.k.a. cooking) class and she'd been paired up with the boy she had a crush on! He was so calm, cool, and collected as he read off the ingredients they would need, but Laurant could hardly keep her thoughts straight around him.

His eyes sparkled like puddles shining in the morning light, his smile looked like it was clipped from a magazine, and his penmanship was slightly above average! How could someone as beautiful as him possibly like the captain of the girls' wrestling team?! He would think she was too boyish!

Laurant snapped out of her thoughts as she realized that he was looking at her in concern. Then, he asked, "Do you have a fever? You've been holding your face for a solid minute."

A little "AAGHHH!" escaped Laurant's lips, blushing even more than before. Then, she inexplicably tripped right into her crush's abs, knocking the wind out of him because that's what happens when someone suddenly crashes into your gut with force!

For a moment, Laurant lost consciousness. But when she woke up half a second later, she realized that she was resting on her crush's belly! She jumped up, apologizing in a high-pitched voice. Both were sent to the nurse's office, since the teacher was convinced that Laurant was unwell, and because her crush got a minor concussion from the fall. He was a frail shoujo anime boy, after all.

♦ art by dontuworry

Lyko wrote on 2022-05-08 07:42:43:

Heckronomicon is clever and me giggle; would her possession of the book make Laurant a Heckromancer?

Ooo a battle bard! You missed your opportunity to call her a Bardbarian!

Credits & Notes:
• Coding and dividers made by me.
• The "bet" is a reference to an in-flight hatchling giveaway by Alixe.

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