Siegmund
(#37035586)
Level 9 Guardian
Familiar
Granite Earthshaker
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Energy: 46/50
This dragon’s natural inborn element is Lightning.
Male Guardian
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Personal Style
Apparel
Skin
Scene
Measurements
Length
16.22 m
Wingspan
15.46 m
Weight
8228.09 kg
Genetics
Metals
Wasp
Wasp
Metals
Bee
Bee
Chocolate
Capsule
Capsule
Hatchday
Breed
Eye Type
Level 9 Guardian
EXP: 729 / 21526
STR
7
AGI
6
DEF
8
QCK
5
INT
5
VIT
8
MND
6
Biography
Siegmund Brietbart: Strongman
“Siegmund, could you stop crushing everything I need to scavenge with your large feet?” the Imperial behind him snapped, rage seeping off of him in trickles.“Aries, that was once,” Siegmund replied, trying to stay as calm as he could. He’d never really liked working with Aries – a male with a short temper and a sharp tongue who’d never really liked working with him either – but they had to put up with each other for the time being. “There’s still stuff to scavenge.”
“Like what?”
“Cloth, the leaves that our medic can use, flowers, bits of—”
“Okay, I get your point. You still have extremely heavy feet, though.”
“What do you expect? I’m a strongman.”
“Just watch where you and you’re dopey steps are walking, okay?”
The Metals-coloured Guardian’s muscles froze at the insult, hurt and anger bubbling in his blood like heated water. He allowed himself to turn, to face Aries in his death-cold Arcane eyes, as he spoke. “Don’t.”
His companion just scoffed, his mantle shuffling lightly. “Don’t what? Call you a dopey, pathetic—”
“Just stop, Aries. I’ve done nothing to you!”
“You’ve stopped me doing my job by literally destroying the things I spend ages to search for!”
“This is just one time, you ignorant Imperial! Live with it, for Deities’ sake.”
“LIVE WITH IT?!”
“You’re not going to be stuck with me forever, are you? It’s just until BrokenMirror can accompany you again.”
“For the love of the Deities, of course not, Siegmund! Otherwise I wouldn’t still be working in this Circus!”
“Then don’t you ‘for the love of the Deities’ me!” The Guardian could feel his heart reaching its limit as his peripheral vision became red and his often straight face was pulled into a grimaced snarl. “If anything, I feel sorry for Broken more than you!”
“And I feel sorry for your poor partner in the act because they have to put up with you and your ego!”
Sieg suddenly didn’t have a remark to give to the arrogant piece of work before him, watching as a smug smile fell on his companion’s face at the silence. His vision cleared before long, letting him see the bits of scrap that the scavenger could indeed use, but the Guardian male let it slide.
He was done.
With a single flap, he was gone from the forest below and flying away towards the horizon to where the Southern Ice Field awaited for him. He could already feel the temperature dropping, could see snowflakes dropping out of the sky like little dancers of snow by the time he’d reached his peak of relaxation in the Tundra.
Upon landing, Sieg could feel the snow crawl between his digits and nestle on his sheltering wings. He let it relax his tense muscles; let it cool off his anger as he looked around the peak for any new sights.
Shining in the distance was the orb of light that looked down upon the Peak District in the Tundra with approval; bouncing off of the little crystals of snow and making it look like millions of disco balls on the ground. Trees surrounding the area swayed nonchalantly in the slight breeze, shedding bits of green across the land for all the Southern Icefield to see with familiars of all breeds and sizes prancing and dancing in the flakes of ice that fell from the heavens with all sorts of shrieks of happiness erupting from their smiling mouths. Yet there was one little familiar – a small, ice-covered familiar shivering in the cold – that was constantly hovering over a small lump in the ground with anxiety easing off it, despite how far away the Guardian Male was from the little creature.
Immediately, Siegmund flew down to the chirping Hummingbird, seeing what was wrong with her and what the small lump in the ground actually was. The bird squeaked and whistled in his ear as he brushed away the snow – whether it was out of relief or further anxiety he couldn’t tell – to reveal a shivering Fae underneath.
“Ma’am, are you okay?” the Male asked her, yet he didn’t expect much of a response from the frozen little female as he scooped her up into his arms – and he didn’t get much more than a little squeak. As he did so, a tingling feeling ran across his nerves upon touching her, causing his stomach to feel like it was overflowing with butterflies, but he brushed it off as her being excessively cold and him being ever-so-slightly warmer.
He took off the scarf of midnight black around his neck and did his best to wrap it around as much of the Fae female as he could. “C’mon, let’s go back and get you warmed up.”
---
“Who’s that?” BrokenMirror snarled, his arms crossed and his ice-blue stare as hard as they come. He was donned in a slick, black leather cloak and chains with floating candles of cream and coal-coloured smoke twirling around his wings like gothic, professional dancers – neither of which improved the situation at hand when it came to their new arrival.
“A dragoness from the Southern Icefield—” Sieg begun, only to be interrupted with a hoarse yell from the Circus’ dark magician.
“Then why did you bring her here!? We don’t have enough room!”
“She was freezing to death, you insolent male! I wasn’t going to leave her to die, was I?”
“Boys, boys,” Walter sighed, taking off his top hat to look both of the males in the eye. He was dressed in his usual Ringleader attire, with his greyscale vest and striped Circus breaches barely standing out against his smoke-coloured scales and a mask of white plastic covering one side of his face. “Siegmund did the right thing in saving her life, but Broken has a point – we barely have enough room.”
“But—”
“Siegmund, unless she has any discernable abilities that help the Circus out, she may have to go—”
“Why are you even being so protective?” Broken growled, eyeing the Strongman like he was an enemy he was going to tear apart limb by limb.
“I—”
“You’re never this protective, Strongman.”
“I know.”
“Then why?”
“I don’t know!”
“You must do!”
“Wait,” Walter’s mate, Vladimir, spoke up from the corner of the main tent, walking over from the red-yellow striped wall of fabric towards the centre where the tiny Fae was laid down, using Siegmund’s scarf as a pillow. He was the Circus’ second Ringmaster for whenever Walter was away on a trip, and because of that, he was dressed in expensive apparel from the same striped breaches as his husband but in a different shade to a soft scarf swinging around his neck from the movement. “What did you feel when you touched her, Siegmund?”
Confusion crossed over his mind, as well as slight concern. “Excuse me?”
“You picked her up, so did you feel something when you did?”
“Did you feel some kind of spark?” Walter asked, moving over to his mate out of loving habit. He caught their paws intertwining out of the corner of his Lightning-blue eyes.
“Yeah, I felt something like that.”
The two soon-to-be parents looked at each other with slight concern and overriding glee at their realisation.
“What?” their Strongman asked, even more confused than before and becoming ever-so-slightly annoyed at his bosses.
The pair was chuckling to themselves, which only irritated the male further but he knew he wouldn’t dare yell at the two males running the Circus. All of them just stood there for a few minutes, listening to the couple’s fits of giggling among themselves before Vladimir came about. By that time, Walter had to take him and his greyscale self outside to calm down and breathe in the cold night’s air. “She’s your, uhm...”
“My what, Vlad?” he asked as calmly as he could, attempting to distract himself by checking up on the sleeping female at his feet – an action of which only made the hysterical Ridgeback outside laugh harder.
“She’s your charge.”
“She’s my what?”
“It’s another word for soul mate.”
Siegmund just felt bored by the end of that sentence. “You’re joking again, aren’t you?”
“No,” Walter wheezed, “We promise, she’s actually your charge. We should know.”
“How is she? I don’t even know her.”
“You don’t have to know your charge before-hand, Siegmund,” said Broken, huffing slightly.
“Oh yeah, is that right?” Siegmund snapped back at him. “How would you know?”
“It’s just common sense, you daft male.”
“Sure.”
BrokenMirror just grunted before moving towards the exit of the main tent. “You can figure it out by yourself, then,” were his final words to him before he left and stormed back to his cart.
“Such a temperamental Imperial,” the Guardian snarled under his breath, continuing to eye the ice blue male laid down near him. He noticed how soft her breathing was, and how the small Hummingbird that’d been chattering and chirping away over her freezing body was tucked in the crook of her neck to warm itself up, despite the fact that it’s a winter familiar. She must’ve been too young to deal with it properly just yet.
“Siegmund,” Walter cooed calmly, “you’re better than insulting him.”
“I’m sorry, sir.”
“It’s alright, but now that we know she’s your charge, she may as well stay.”
Slight joy fluttered in the Guardian’s heart as he looked upon his two masters. “Wait, really?"
“What, do you really think we’re mean enough to send her away now we’ve found out that she’s the one for you?”
He stayed silent.
“Wow, thanks for trusting us, Strongman,” the Pearlcatcher chuckled, patting his shoulder before gesturing to pick up the female Fae and to carry her into the Strongman’s cart.
He followed his orders and followed Vladimir outside to his own red-gold cart, smiling slightly to himself. I’ve finally found the one.
---
“Where am I?” the Fae asked in a slurred voice, her eyes heavy and half-open to reveal baby blue eyes shot with white and silver underneath them. She had a face of comfort yet slight fear as she felt beneath her to realise she was on a bed of silk and cotton.
“You’re inside my cart, at the ShatterSkull Circus,” Siegmund informed her honestly, seeing no point in lying.
“Shatter-what?”
“Never mind, do you want me to help you up?”
“Yes, please.”
He did so, gently grabbing her under her arms and hauling her up into a sitting position before letting her wake herself up. He made sure that he wasn’t wearing his Strongman uniform for when she woke up so as to not intimidate or scare his charge.
“Who... who are you?” the female continued to ask, rubbing her eyes gently.
“I’m Siegmund. And you?”
“I’m Adelheid.”
“It’s lovely to meet you, Adelheid,” he said with a smile.
“The same goes for you. I see you’re a Circus Strongman.”
“How did you—”
“Your uniform, I’ve seen it in books about Circuses like this one.”
“That’s fair enough.”
A few seconds of silence passed between them before Adelheid yawned and swivelled herself to face the Guardian, whom of which was sat in an Oakwood chair beside the bed of silver and gold. “Did you feel something when I found you, Adel?” the Strongman asked, being cautious with his wording in case she didn’t.
She cocked her head, her eyes wide in curiosity and confusion. “Kind of, but I can’t tell. Why?”
“Well, because I did.”
“Like what?”
“Like some kind of electric shock that gave me butterflies.”
“I...”
Siegmund waited anxiously for her answer. He’d been reading upon charges and soul mates whilst he was waiting for her to wake up, and read about how some charges are only one-sided, which caused him a mass amount of anxiety in terms of his situation.
“I actually did feel that, yeah. I felt a shock of butterflies rise up in my stomach when a paw touched the small of my back to, I guess, pick me up... That was you?”
“Yeah,” said Siegmund, his anxiety flowing out of his body, “that was me.”
“Well then,” Adel whispered, blushing slightly. “I guess I’m your charge, aren’t I?”
“I suppose so. That’s... not bad, is it?”
His soul mate laughed, and he had to admit it was one of the most beautiful sounds he’d ever heard. “Of course not, but I would’ve thought your pride was at a larger amount than this.”
“It’s rather fragile, to be honest with you.”
“Is it really?”
“Yes. Don’t tell anyone, will you?”
“Of course I won’t, why would I?”
“I was just checking.”
Adel sighed, her cheeks still holding a slightly pink tint as she stood up and moved up to the sitting Strongman. “I don’t really know what to do at this point.”
“Maybe we can organise a date? I’ve heard of this excellent restaurant that does delicious meals.”
“Do they do insects?”
“I’m guessing so; they have a lot on their menu.”
“Then sure, I’d love to go. And maybe we can get to know each other while we’re there?”
“Of course, if that’s what you want to do.”
“Yeah, that’s what I want.”
He smiled cheekily, earning a small, shy smile in return. “Then let’s do that. Does tonight sound okay?”
“Tonight sounds perfect.”
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