This is Guava! I used the second pallete.

WIP! Posting page here later

Here's the bean lol

Aeron~NB~Tribeless~As old as time~Ace

Balance must be kept. Without balance, the world falls apart. Unfortunately it all falls onto my shoulders. Life and death must have balance. When one is born, one must die. It’s an bottomless pit of reality. It doesn’t stop, so neither shall I. There’s always a spot open. A new dragon always has to die. I always think I’m done.

New dragonets are brought into this world constantly, giving piles of work to do. As soon as enough dragons have died, I sit down to rest. But of course another dragonet is brought to life and I continue my work. I never get a break, and I never will.

At least I’m not alone in my work. There my truly vulture. I haven’t named her. I never name any of the vultures I have. I have no need to. They stay with me until they pass, then I find a new one. They always like me. I leave them food when I’m done with my work. Plus they’re adorable. Especially my current vulture. She’s all white with bright red eyes. Like an amaryllis. I think I subconsciously call her that, but I, not sure if I even have a subconscious mind. I would never call her by name anyway, I don’t speak. I don’t know if I can, I’ve never tried. I’ve never had a need to. What does my voice sound like? I’ll probably never know.

My whole world is based on a strict system, with no time in between. It’s not the best thing, but it is what is and I can’t do anything about it. It’s my job and I can’t change that. I know I’m not the only immortal being with a job to keep the balance. I know it’s different for them, but I wonder if they feel that same way. I wonder if they want to take a break from their job.

Right now I’m in the mountain land. I don’t know what the red dragons there call themselves. I never cared to know. I just visit some, add them to the list of dead, then move on. Right now it was a leader dragon that was going to die. She was old and was going to die to her child. Her child was the same orange as her, the one that was going to kill her. When I got there, the child was standing on top of her mother’s scarred face, claiming victory in their fight. I didn’t know why the red dragons liked killing each other there.

I walked over and marked her as dead. She was quite an old customer and an annoying one. She had dodge my services a few times, which was frustrating. But she’s dead now, so I move on. Amaryllis moved in to eat the dead red dragon and left her do whatever she pleased.

I returned to my place, sitting down, going over my list. I got everyone.

And now there’s a new one. I sighed, leaving to continue my job as DEATH.

Spicebush - SilkWing - Female - Nineteen - Homoromantic Asexual

The world is a lot, lot, lot bigger and stranger than you think it is.

If you just opened your eyes, maybe you would see it.

I sat in the dark corner between two buildings, completely still, watching the Gray as he bartered with the store owners and laughed with his friends. He didn’t know I was there, even though if I had been my target I would have easily seen me. Although my scales weren’t flashy and eye-burningly bright like most of the rest of my tribe, they still weren’t black or dark gray like the corner I was standing in, and if my target happened to glance at me for whatever reason, for instance, if I shifted my weight, he would realize there was someone there and bolt.

And I couldn’t let that happen.

I watched him for a little while longer, mesmerized. On the outside, he was just a regular dust-colored SandWing, complete with an ordinary scar on his tail, an ordinary gold earring in each ear, and an ordinarily pretty girlfriend hanging off his arm, smiling at something he had just said and gazing up at him lovingly. As far as I knew, I was the only one who saw the dangerous, mixed Grayness inside of him, just waiting to burst out and destroy everything.

I caught sight of my face in a dirty mirror hanging by. My color was almost completely White like everyone except my target, except I had just a tinge of Gray hidden in there that I did my best to keep shoved out of the rest of my pure White, and I cringed at the sight of it despite myself.

I tensed up, hoping that my target hadn’t noticed the small motion, but he had. He was staring into my corner, just to the left of my eyes.

I prayed silently to the gods that he would give up and look back to the stall he was shopping at, but no luck. His eyes moved ever so slightly right, and his gaze locked with mine.

We stared at each other for a second, and I wondered if he could see the white Grayness inside of me as well as I could see the Grayness in him. He didn’t move, and I wondered for a brief moment if this would be my easiest clearing since that wounded SeaWing.

Then the survival instincts in him recognized that I was a danger to him, and he bolted, shoving aside his friends and everyone in his path as he beelined for an alleyway.

The dragons in his wake had barely started to look the way of his disappearing tail when I shot after him, ignoring the gasps as the other dragons realized that there had been a dragon in the corner, not to mention one of the most hunted “assassins” in Pyrrhia.

The SandWing I was chasing was bigger than me and had longer legs, but I was slimmer and didn’t have the drag from wings slowing me down, as I never had my Metamorphosis. Usually this fact was an irritant to me, especially when I was trying to kill a Gray in an open space. But here, in a cramped town where it was impossible to fly? I had the advantage.

The Gray and I darted back and forth through the dense streets, winding around stalls and confused dragons, until finally, I had him backed up into a corner. He pivoted around, an expression of such fear on his face that I faltered, memories of my first encounter with the black side being brought up unwillingly.

I was seven years old, hiding in a tree. The strange Black one had been following me for days, always sticking out from all the whites, and I didn’t want him to see me. But it was no use.

He lifted up an odd purple talon and pulled down the branch I was hiding on with strength belonging to no mortals. I made to move away, but he stopped me with an enormous talon clamping me down.

“Hello, Spicebush,” he said, and I didn’t want to know how he knew my name.

“Who are you?” I said as I struggled.

“That’s none of your concern. However, I need you to tell me the truth. Can you, or can you not, see under dragons’ skin?”

I thought of the whiteness I always saw within every dragon. “No,” I lied. The black purple dragon glared at me and tightened the grip on my arm. “Yes,” I admitted.

“Good. Now, Spicebush, that’s a very special skill, and that makes you a very special dragonet.”

“I’m seven. I’m not a dragonet anymore,” I protested.

The dragon waved a talon. “So? I’m several centuries old. You’re a dragonet to me.”

My eyes widened. “How-how is that possible?”

“I am a god. You can figure the rest out.”

It took me a minute. “Are the White dragons mortals, and the Black dragons immortals?” I asked tentatively.

“Very good,” the dragon said. “But there’s one more category. Gray dragons, mortals that have been greatly influenced by immortals, and vice-versa. These dragons can be cursed mortals, or children of gods and mortals, or immortals that are in their mortal forms so much they start to change. But they’re always, always dangerous, and must be eradicated at all costs.”

“Why?”

“When life was created, it was made to be Black and White, always, with no crossovers. The more Gray dragons there are, the more the reality tips, and if there are enough, it will shatter. Your job is to hunt these Gray dragons and kill them, to keep the world safe.”

“Wh-what?” I said. “No, I can’t. I’m not a killer.”

“Well, you’ll have to become one. Your gift is dangerous in the wrong talons, and if you can’t help, then you’ll be eradicated too. Do you understand?” I nodded. “Good. Now, when you see a gray dragon, you’ll know what to do.”

The dragon disappeared, and the next day, when I saw a Gray HiveWing, I killed them. And so on, for years.

The memory vanished. While my eyes were still focusing to the present, the SandWing took advantage of my distraction and stabbed me in the leg with his tail barb, then took off back into the streets.

I cursed and ran after him, snatching a talonful of brightsting cactus from a stall as I went. The chase took longer this time, but maybe that was because I was running through the burning of the poison in my leg. Nonetheless, I caught up to him, and cornered him again in a dead end alleyway.

“Please,” he whimpered, turning again to face me. “I’ve done nothing wrong. Just let me go, please. I won’t even call the guards. You can just run away. No one will ever know.”

I looked into his eyes, as I always did with my targets, just to be sure that they were gray and not my eyes playing tricks on me.

I advanced forward. I didn’t want to kill him. I never want to kill them, but him more so than most. He was scarcely more than a dragonet; maybe eight or nine. And he had a girlfriend who loved him and friends and parents.

I repeated my mantra, as I always did. Do not care. If you care, they will kill you. Be emotionless, be vacant, be nothing.

My claws held him up against a wall and slit his throat, my claws dropped his dead body on the ground, my claws left him for someone else to find.

I found another dark space to hide in and squeezed the cactus juice onto my wound. When that was done, I left the town, looking for another Gray to start the cycle over again.

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interlude i.

they called out to something beyond the stars, voice full of passion and words full of promise

the first form claimed was one of a young (too young) Nightwing, born blind (eyes milky all unseeing) with another kind of sight (her mind seeing and seeing and seeing and knowing) madness begun to creep it's cruel way into the dark recesses of a mind filled overwhelming, unending visions that fill (always always fill- filled) her mind showing everything (the way the world stretches on and on further than any ever believed) and nothing (of dust crumbling away (of the void itself crumbling away leaving nothing nothing nothing (nothing but nothing) and life and falsities (she loves her and he didn't do it on purpose and it was an accident and I'm fine and I'm fine and I'm fine (they're not they're not she's not he's not they're not they're not-) and-) and truth (he never loved her and they truly hate him and she wants to end them and-) and death (death death death the ones she loved her mother talons tearing bloody red across her throat her father choking blood dripping from his mouth pooling on the floor coating his talons coating his scales-) and- it was everything and nothing (all at once all at once always flowing never ever ending always rushing always- always always always)

interlude ii.

the night sky itself seemed to brighten in essence and something- something beyond the stars awakened

he dreams of love (love that is unattainable out of reach for his world is full of so full of everything being so set on this straight straight line- (and he can't follow this straight straight endlessly straight line because it's not his path and- none none none none none of them can ever know cause none of them will ever understand (or will they))) and he became the second form to be claimed and he found it (he found it he found it he did it and came out and he was accepted) and the love set his world on fire (in the best ways because the path wasn’t straight straight straight) and it was his own his own his own and he was loved and he was loved and he reached it at long last (and they did understand and it was terrifying beyond anything he’d ever experienced but he did it and they understood and they understood and the few that threw him away paled to those that embraced him and-) he loved and he is loved

interlude iii.

smoke snakes down from the stars as someone- or something - answered

she wants nothing but a moment (just a moment just a single moment a taste of the real thing-) a moment of happiness of true (true true true) happiness and it comes so so easily to everyone else around her (to everyone it's easier than breathing) and she's drowning (in an ocean of choking flowers) and she just wants to breath even if it's just for a moment (one moment one single moment) and that would be enough and the way it comes to all of them so easily stings because it's just her (shes can't she can't and that means she's a mistake and she's worthless and-) but it doesn't mean she doesn't deserve to breathe (to be happy) because she does (and it doesn't matter how her mind screams that she doesn't and she doesn't and that she's not worth it and she doesn't deserve it and-) she does deserve it and she knows this in the truest part of her heart and for a single breath (for a taste of happiness (because a part of her still says that she's only allowed this tiny tiny amount because she doesn't deserve anymore and she doesn't deserve any better and-)) and for this breath she becomes the third form to be claimed

interlude iv.

and the two spoke

and they made an offer

and they thought about it

and they agreed

and when they asked when

they said now

and when they asked why

and they said I have lived

they call out on an instinct. they call out to the beings beyond the stars on nothing but a mere instinct and they're content ( the content runs bone deep truly) and they've lived enough (they've lived longer than they ever though they would) and they're fallen in love (they've never fallen out of love (they will always always love (they will always always love love))) and they've seen the world (or at least enough of the beautiful parts of it) and they're simply content (with a heart full of love of love) (with a mind full of memories of memories) and their love drapes them with a scale deep radiance and the their memories dance within the depths of their eyes promising promising (everything-) (nothing-) something.

interlude vi.

Are you ready?

"I am." they answered, voice strong and unwavering (unlike the others of the past where when the time came they broke down (crying)(screaming)(begging)(pleading pleading pleading)

smoke is curling into their lungs but their breath does not halt and their breath does not splutter out and die

and they feel themself slip away into oblivion of the embrace of the [Universe]

their soul? their essence? they’re not sure but whatever it is that makes them them is leaving, fading out of their form, their former form, leaving nothing but a hollow husk, vacant of a soul-

and there is light rushing through the darkness that engulfed them and there is pulse of light and-

and they become the fourth to be claimed (their form becomes a vessel) and they become-

interlude vii.

and so with the fourth now a star, they claim their form

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Adonias: Aspect of balance

• a being without a true mortal form

• they're basically the smoke stuffs/the being from beyond the stars

Notes

• when they gain a mortal form it kinda just dissolves into dust over time cause they're basically just too powerful for a form (being the aspect of balance and all that)

physical signs that they're in a form

• the eyes smoking with an inner flame

• the 'sparkles' is their aura basically - it shows the power of their Aspect and their connection to the [Universe]

• the freckles - they spread across the body and it's basically the body just disintegrating

• they still smoke though which is pog it just vibes though rather than them being the smoke

how do they get a form?

• they need to make a [Bargain] to form a [Pact] which basically means they find a mortal and said mortal wants something or other and once it's been achieved said mortal's time is over and they become one of the stars (peaceful afterlife)

• a mortal form lasts typically for 7 years however the more an aspect uses their powers the faster it deteriorates. the deterioration is shown physically through the glowing 'freckles' ; they're not freckles though. it's basically holes and behind them glows

• the mortal basically leaves their form vacant for Adonias to claim

• they used to be able to just snatch a form but that was before the [Universe] was established as the authority

what is their job as an Aspect?

• as an Aspect: Adonias's duty is to serve the [Universe] to achieve [Unity]

• as the Aspect of Balance: to find a balance within the chaos of the universe

Solemn|Pan|He, him|Mudwing

Solemn walked the vacant city, his thick tail splashing in the rotting leaves. He sighed, the cool, autumn breeze drifted in. Solemn shuddered as the breeze hit his scales. This empty town, was a little, creepy. Solemn gazed at the empty, starless sky. Not a single soul spoke, not a single sound was heard.

Solemn took off into the sky, leaving the creepy, vacant town behind. No dragons disturbed the night, Solemn was all alone. The creepy, leafless forest was very eerie, he was disturbed by how creepy this all was. Why was the town abandoned? That was the question that he just couldn't shake. The image of the vacant city remained clear in his mind, next to the image of the city he once knew, it was so lively dragons around every corner. What the hell happened?

Solemn couldn't find any signs of life, not from the forest to the swamp. Things seemed so.. strange. After a long time of aimlessly flying, Solemn decided to turn back, and head back to the town. Once he arrived, a sense of dread washed over him. Something just wasn't right...

Solemn decided to just sleep, and figure all this out in the morning. He found his old house, still and vacant. He curled up on the cold, wooden floor. It creaked at the slightest movement, but Solemn still managed to fall asleep.

When Solemn woke up, the city was back to normal. His house was the exact same as it used to be. He was so.. confused. That wasn't a dream. There was no possible way, he remembered every bit of it, if it were dream there would be some gaps.

Solemn was so confused. What happened? He walked outside, the city was just as busy and usual. Suddenly, the city flashed vacant again for two seconds, and during that, a strange voice whispered: "YOU caused this."

The city went back to normal. It then hit him. What he had seen, it wasn't a dream, it wasn't a vision or his imagination, it was the future, a part that would happen. And Solemn had caused it.