Aldari

*Goldenstorm is going about their usual day. However, everything is peaceful. Too peaceful. Suddenly, Umbra frantically flies out of the underground passage and crashlands in front of Stormtalon. The clan goes silent. Umbra's usual flamboyant and sing-song attitude has disappeared. His eyes dart frantically left and right. Only fear shines through his ice blue eyes. It's just pure, unrestricted, bone-chilling fear.*
Umbra: LADIES AND GENTLEMEN, THIS IS A CODE RED. I REPEAT. CODE RED.
Stormtalon: Umbra? What happened?
Umbra: SHE'S TOO STRONG! I COULDN'T STOP HER! THE METAL DOOR WAS THROWN AWAY LIKE A PIECE OF SCRAP METAL! THE WALLS EXPLODED! FIRE! I SAW FIRE! ECLIPSE JUST FAINTED ON THE SPOT! SHE'S UNSTOPPABLE! WE MUST FLEE! FLEE I TELL YOU! FLEE-
Stormtalon: Who? Has Sirene left her cove? Zorah's doing? A boss-tier creature in our midst?
Umbra: Worse. It's... it's Aldari.
*The clan goes silent. Then, Stormtalon unfurls her wings. Without a second to lose, the guardian charges down the cavern which Umbra had recently come from.*
*The matriarch reaches the vault. Or, what is left of the vault. The door had been torn from its hinges and was indented into the wall. Gold and gems spilled across the floor. Familiars that cost a fortune ran wild, and the priceless apparel was thrown about, some so torn up they were past recovery.*
*Then, she saw her. A shape, illuminated by the ungodly flames burning in the back of the vault.*
Stormtalon: Mother of God.
Aldari: Hi Elsa! Wildclaw Scrolls were on the market, so I thought I would do myself a solid and get myself one! Also, I managed to get some training done, though I had to pay a fancy price. By the way, we're in debt. We owe the Fortress Bank 1.3 Mill T. Hope you don't mind!

They said that things couldn't have gotten worse. Never has the clan thought that they would long for the older days where a tiny nocturne harrassed the clan. In her older days, the self-proclaimed queen of puns was notorious for sneaking objects in where they weren't supposed to be, taking objects away from where they were supposed to be, and destroying everything and anything. It was a nightmare on earth. A swamp-colored dart whizzing by, followed by a maniacal child-like cackle. The next thing you know, the cheese your pizza has become mayonnaise. Your wings have been stapled to the artwork on the wall. You have a "Kick Me" sign somewhere on your back, but you have no idea where exactly its hiding. But the most terrifying fact is that she's still out there. Somewhere, either hanging from the rafters or lying in wait. Planning for her next big act.

And yet, that nightmare is nothing compared to what she is capable of now.

Before, you had size on your side. You could land a lucky strike, and she would go flying. Now, she's the one dealing the blows. Once "The Incident" happened, Deathseed, Ezo and Hestia threw themselves upon her. Moments later, Deathseed returned in a pig onesie. Ezo was hanging from the roof wrapped in duct tape, and Hestia lay moaning on the ground, legos all around and underneath her.

Aldari has no exact home. She sets up shop in other dragon's houses, living with them whether they know it or not. Usually, she walks right in when you're awake in your room. Sometimes, she creeps in in the dead of night, and when you wake up, your room is covered in "Do it For Her" posters, dorito powder, and, in the corner of your room, she sleeps. But sometimes, on the worst days, she just punches her way through the wall. All that time keeping the ice from melting and decorating the furniture and cabinets? Gone. Instead, it's replaced with a gaping hole, and in the middle, a totally ripped wildclaw sits patiently, a large smile beaming on her face.

"Can I come in?"

In reality, you don't have a choice.

Bomb Lobber: Aldari, I know this might seem very lackluster, but here. Have a bomb of mine. It doesn't look like much, but it's good. Now please, can you leave me alone-
Aldari: This thing's tiny.
*Looks out of the door*
Aldari: YEET!
Bomb Lobber: ALDARI NO-
*A supersized explosion happens. The grass is blown back, the mountain is shaking, and debris is falling everywhere.*
Deathseed: Remind me why we didn't get rid of her?
Stormtalon: Oh do you want to try? Be my guest!




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