Keida

element: plague
position: traveler / wounder
des.:


Far north, further than anybody wise would travel was a tundra and the remains of once great forest. There was living a witch - The Witch of Deadwood. She was known living there, practicing many types of acient dark magic, selling some spells and potions to the ones brave enough to come. She was old and out there was more foes than customers. Many of them wanted her head, she need a plan. To ensure that she couldn't be defeated by some stupid heroes, so she created a body, a sort of life puppet, and imbed a part of her life energy into it. Her core of heart, now hidden under the face of something else.

The puppet was created without memories, only with the feel that something was there, a life she forgot about. She wanted to know, she though it will tell her who she is. She secretly read trough the witch's magic library and records, and unfortunately...found out the truth. The life of hers was worse than ever before, she felt abused and abandoned, just a tool. She just whished to leave, to forgot. The witch would never allow her to leave, after all she should not show that she knows, the witch could take back what she gave.

One day however came a group of three dragons, the bounty hunters. In the chaos she has her chance, and fled. The witch didn't notice while she was fighting, the hunters were skilled, not enough though. All of them, were slaughtered, but her rage was just at starting, the full show came when she noticed what was missing. It became unstoppable, in the turmoil and confusion the witch uttered a horrible curse, "never - till time will be, you will give a life, only your blood as sacrifice!". Her life belong to her, and she will get it back.

She felt the words falling on her, heard her inside her head. She didn't fully understand, but the fear she felt was unmeasurable. She wandered at the tundra, seeking for someone - for help, for hope. But when she finally found somebody, they were scared of her, she emits the magic aura of the witch, the death upon her life energy. Scared anyone away, before she could even speak to them.

She strayed to a strange place, where she encountered a spirit.

He felt that strange strong aura too, giving vibes of chilling spines, he was called by it, and at first though she is also a spirit, like him. But his thirst was telling him that she was still kind of alive. As it wouldn't be enough, this mortal, doesn't felt any fear of him, instead she was smiling. She was so innocent - like a small child.

In fact, she was happy somehow, he was the first being that didn't run away, he spoke at her, he is the one she wished to find.

At the moment the spirit struggled his thirst, he couldn't do it, he couldn't kill the only being that could ever understand him. She didn't understand the situation but recognized his inner fight. She wanted to help him, she casted a spell to heal his painful mind - but it cause suffer to his head. He smashed his arm with claws sharp like knives and blow her away, leaving a big sratch on her wing. The blood started to flow on the snow, and soaked in it, then comes pain. She was freaked, she only wanted to help. The spirit was coming near, although when he was crossing the stains of blood, something changed. His eyes cleared, and she saw and felt how his markings and aura lowered intesity.

His thirst started to fade however not completly, he once again felt relaxed, not in pain. He was a bit of his true self again, he continued to her and layed down next to her. Then started to lick the wound carefully, almost softly and the bleeding stopped. They look at each other then, still two strangers, but somehow now feel safer and more peaceful than ever.

Later that day, they introduced themselves, and told their stories. After that the spirit understood the strange thing that happened. It was her curse, she cannot give a life - literally she cannot heal with a magic, but her blood shel sacrifice to someone will, but risking her own life. When she knew that the spirit suffer so much every day, what he is forced to do, she offered him that she will make potions from her blood and give them to him everyday. She still remember these tricks she learned at the witch's home, making some potions is not such science. The spirit was thrilled, but what would she want for such a thing, he asked her. She smiled and said that she already found what she seeked, a home.

That's how two fornlorn chreatures found their way, to make the world brighter for themselves. They grew to each other, and found a lovely devoted companion, what both of them needed. However they were lightened, the world around was already prepared to separate them. Even at the north, in the tundra, the news spread fast. The testimonies about a dragoness who travel everyday to the place, where the dreaded spirit dwells, soothing him by her cursed blood, that like phoenix tears can heal his thirst and pain.


Dragons and beastclans wondered about that miraculous fluid that runs trough her body, and their wonder was soon replaced with greed. They formed hunter groups, compete who will first obtain the trophy and treasure. But something else was walking in their shadows, with mind darker than the night - the witch,

....lurking for what's hers.

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