#alpha fallan

Alphias took his arms from inside the circle, holding himself in place. His chest, arms, neck, and head were the only things we could see. I was baffled by his size, he looked the size of a whole skyscraper with his long neck curled above his body. He kept his jaw clamped on the smaller beast and I could see the pain in Crimson’s eyes the harder Alphias pressed down.

Of course this was dangerous as when a divine beast and a god make a pact they place a type of spell on themselves due to the ritual. The spell essentially states that if one of them were to die, the other would as well. But seeing as Crimson has been holding on well and strong I know he won’t die. He could probably release the spell anytime he could. I just hope the dragon’s life had ended quickly.

Alphias dipped his head. His neck curving upwards like a snake’s back, the spines on the back of his neck extending so high a medium-sized wyvern could perch on them.

He opened his jaws, releasing the Faral. The dragon fell to the ground with a flat thud, colorful liquid leaking from his wounds made from Alphias’s sharp and curved teeth.

Alphias stayed still, his mouth still open, hovering over the smaller dragon. Bright orange and yellow liquid dropped from his lips, glistening against his teeth from the pale moonlight. His golden eyes peering around him and his back stayed hunched while he held his upper body upright.

He closed his mouth, lifting his head slightly, a rumbling rising from his throat while he slowly blinked. I swallowed on air, my mouth dry as I continued to watch him. I’ve never seen a dragon so big. I didn’t even think dragons could still get this big.

What breed is he anyway?

“Welcome, Alphias,” Crimson spoke, his tone of voice surprising me. It seemed like he felt as if Alphias was a sibling or family member and knowing Crimson I’m aware he’s an only child. In fact, he’s the first of his bloodline.

“You’re a magnificent beast, Alphias,” I said quietly. My voice hoarse while I held my breath in while speaking. “I’ve never seen such a fine creature as you.”

Alphias’s lips pulled up slightly, resembling a snarl. All that came out was a chuckle. “Flattery will get you nowhere, Platinum Uriborle,” he said surprising me with his deep voice and capability to speak so clearly. The rumbling in his throat seemed to always catch at his voice, causing him to pause every once in awhile to gather his voice again. “What happened to your stone heart?”

“I have met new people who have changed my ways of seeing life,” I answered. To me it isn’t surprising when a dragon speaks of you like he’s known you for years because I’m aware of how intelligent they are. They’re able to see everything about you just by looking at the way you sit or stand or even walk and talk, they’ll even easily catch your lies and speak your worst secrets. It’s always recommended to never lie to a dragon or even threaten one as they will expose every aspect of you. They can also attack you but that’s very rare.

“Do not let people influence you so,” he said, blinking, “always be aware of one’s intentions. One day I shall teach you.”

“Of course,” I bowed my head, releasing my breath.

“Thank you Alphias for the help,” Alpha spoke, walking up to the large dragon and resting a small hand on his snout, patting it slightly.

“Anything for you, Master,” Alphias rumbled, lifting his head in the air. I watched in awe as the slow rise of Apyth glimmered against his blood red scales and plates.

“Alphias,” I called. The large dragon lowered his head again to be somewhat eye level with me. “What do you know about making pacts with mortals? As a divine beast I mean.”

“The power of the divine will corrupt them in many ways. I’m aware of Laliya, seeing as I live here in Ragnor. Her mind had been shadowed by the divine. I’m positive she saw things that she shouldn’t have seen as a mortal’s mindset is much different than a dragon’s or even a god’s,” he explained, “her mind was clouded by the divine beast she made a pact with and her pact caused the great faral to fall into misery as his own thoughts were clouded by the greediness of an ill mortal such as her.”

“So the pact changed her mindset?”

“Yes and no. She was unaware of the consequences but her mindset stuck to the thought of being powerful because she never was. She was given abilities a mortal should never receive. Because of her actions she will be punished; by Crimson for taking over his leadership and by Aeregele for wrongly taking her title as Goddess of Death.”

“Her mind was clouded and she could not feel the burning in her veins as the divine blood started deteriorating her from the inside,” Crimson said, “she has not died yet, but Aeregele will make sure she gets what she deserves before she passes.”

“Do you know who the real Goddess of Death is?”

“The previous Goddess of Death was slain by Aeregele. The only Death God that exists is Moral who lives by the Jayle.”

“I believe the word for beast— Moralis— derives from Moral’s name,” Crimson said, “Although you can’t trust that he won’t take that into consideration.”

Alphias hummed before raising his head again. The rumbling in his throat raised in volume until he let out a big loud roar, almost shaking the earth.

“Alphias! What’s wrong?” Alpha asked, stepping back closer to his father who placed a hand on one of his shoulders to hold him near.

“Alphias can take care of it,” Crimson said.

My ears flattened back as I watched the clouds above Alphias. Apyth simmering against them, turning them purple and orange with the slow sunrise. Where the clouds shimmered white a silhouette appeared in them for a second before they suddenly exploded along with the large figure of a white and golden dragon.

It’s wings outstretched quickly, picking itself up in the air. Raising its bottom half of its body it swung its legs upwards, splaying out its golden talons as if to catch something. Alphias growled and swung his head to the side, catching the white wyvern off guard and throwing it to the ground. He turned his body quickly before the dragon could get up and pulled himself out from his summon circle, a second pair of arms pulling themselves out and holding him where the first pair had been. He threw one of his hands at the smaller dragon, slamming his paw against its side.

The wyvern roared and flailed about, wiggling itself out of Alphias’s grip and launching itself in the air, screeching. Alphias released a hiss, shaking his head and neck before releasing a beam of fire at the wyvern, knocking it down again with a painful cry.

“Alphias stop!” Alpha shouted and on cue the large blood red dragon stopped himself in place, turned his head around he peered at Alpha over his shoulder with his golden eyes, bright orange liquid dripping from his lips.

I quickly ran over to the wyvern, having not seen a white one before. I strayed away from Alphias’s summoning circle while he watched Maiatan and I approach the white dragon.

“It’s just a juvenile,” Maiatan said, crouching beside the wyvern. “It looks like it hatched a few months ago.”

The wyvern let out a small hum, picking itself up on its wings. I hummed and lightly placed my left hand on its snout. “What breed is it?” I asked her as I gazed at its sharp dark grey horns covering its head and back of its neck along with its two long golden spines and its piercing white eyes and golden underbelly plates.

“He looks like an arrow wyvern,” she said, “his slender body and angular horns. And that sharp beak.” I took my hand back while she carefully placed her fingers on either jaw and opened the wyvern’s mouth. The wyvern let out a small squeak and turned its head slightly while we examined his mouth. “And needle-like teeth and bright gums. He’s definitely an arrow wyvern. He probably doesn’t even weigh that much either for his size,” she explained, releasing his jaws.

The small wyvern screeched loudly at Alphias who only huffed back. I watched the small dragon jump around and flex its wings. I felt almost familiarized with the beast. I felt almost like I knew him since he hatched.

“This small wyvern has a familiar aura to it,” Alphias spoke. “The aura I had felt confused me before, so I apologize for attacking a juvenile.”

“What do you mean?” Maiatan asked, turning to look up at the large beast.

“This beast is related to the previous Mountain Wyvern,” Alphias said. “He’s the only surviving offspring of her. I’m wondering where he had been living all this time.”

The wyvern hissed. The hiss didn’t sound too terribly threatening considering it’s just a hatchling, it sounded like a quick release of steam or someone getting burnt by the stovetop. It was interesting to say the least.

“He’s kinda cute,” Maiatan mumbled.

I hummed in agreement and snapped my fingers. The small wyvern squeaked and jumped slightly closer to me and rubbed his face against my hand when I held it out. Maiatan giggled, petting him along his back.

“He’s very pretty, too,” she said, moving her right hand across his scales.

I couldn’t believe how shiny his silvery-white scales are. They’re so clean and glistening with light. They even had the reflections of its surroundings, sort of like metal. When he moved our reflections would distort around his body. His golden horns were just the same. But I knew his scales weren’t entirely strong.

“Arrow wyverns are known for their shiny scales. In fact, some armors are made for attracting monsters and dragons by using these scales. These wyverns are also known for being very greedy,” Alphias snarled, receiving a hiss from the small wyvern. “Hence why my people were always at their throats.”

“Were?” I repeated.

“I am a Venom Basilisk. My people have long been dead,” he explained, his voice rumbling. “Only few have lived long enough to see the end of my people.”

“Their end was because of the Arrow Wyverns,” Crimson spoke, “the two breeds have been at each other’s throats for years and the Venom Basilisks has been slowly killed off by their rivaling race. Either that or they had all died off because they had grown so large they couldn’t sustain their hunger long enough to live anymore.”

“The Berserkers would’ve ended out that way if they didn’t kill each other. We would’ve ended out like them if we did the same, but we kept our dignity. Cannibalism would not be an option to quell our starvation.”

“Arrow wyverns get large,” Maiatan said, “But they don’t get large enough to starve the way the Venom Basilisks had.”

I growled, turning over in bed. I hadn’t even known I fell asleep until I opened my eyes and the room was filled with the light of day. Sort of, I already knew it would be pretty late in the day after I had gotten home in the morning. I didn’t exactly mean to fall asleep.

“What the hell?” I heard Selenite outside the bedroom. I slowly sat up and pulled myself out of the bed, not bothering with my attire as I walked out of the room and found Selenite in the living room with the small wyvern we had encountered. It squeaked and barked at him, jumping around happily and brushing its head and body all over him. He was like a big puppy. “When did we get this?” His face looked almost mortified, but at the same time I knew he thought it was funny.

“This morning when you were sleeping,” I chuckled and clicked my tongue, the wyvern turning around immediately and hopping over to me, brushing his face in my hand when I held it out.

“But I…” he sighed with a smile.

“He’s kinda cute,” I smiled as well, patting the wyvern’s head, receiving a small yip.

“I guess he is,” Selenite said, rubbing his hand on the wyvern’s back. “What’ll we do when he gets too big for the house?”

“Move,” I said simply, taking back my hand and looking up at him.

“Move? Where?”

“I have a house I used to live at at the peak of Ark’dor. I haven’t sold it yet because I didn’t plan to,” I shrugged, “it was where I grew up. It has enough yard for him and he can come and go from hunting whenever.”

“Oh, that’s fine I guess,” Selenite shrugged as well. I could tell he was a bit anxious.

“Don’t worry about it,” I smiled, stepping over to Selenite and pulling him in for a hug and resting my head on his. I’m just glad to finally be back home in Rak’our.

I scrolled through my phone, trying to find an answer to whether or not wyverns can eat anything else other than fish since this one is obviously one to eat fish. It’s an odd thing for a mountain wyvern to be raised on fish, so I’m just trying to see if he can eat other meats.

In fact, the small wyvern has been lying on the floor with his head resting on my lap while I sat at my desk.

“Doesn’t say anything about not being able to,” I sighed.

“I think you should just hunt with him by the river that runs near the town,” Selenite said, sitting on the couch across from me.

“I guess I could,” I sighed, “it wouldn’t hurt to go out more.”

“Just be careful, please, winter’s approaching soon and I don’t know how long your cybernetics will last in the cold.”

“I don’t think any of the trees have really changed much yet, so we’ll have a while. And besides,” I said, “by winter he’d be big enough to hunt on his own.”

“I hope he’ll be safe then.”

5- Are they sexually confident or more of the shy type?

Alpha is very confident in many ways, sexually is one of them.

9- Do they have a favorite season? What about a favorite holiday?

His favorite season is most likely winter, he loves sweaters already and winter gives him an even better excuse for wearing them. Plus winter is an aesthetic of his.

his favorite holiday is definitely Christmas, he likes to go all out and Lance seems to enjoy his enthusiasm. 

14- Do they live alone or with family? How do they feel about their family/roommates?

Alpha lives with two people: his son, Xzavier, and his boyfriend, Lance. Of course he loves both of them. Xzavier is an ecstatic boy and he loves him, and Lance is just the same. The world wouldn’t be the same without them.

19- Would your character be the kind to get into fights? (physical or verbal) Would they be a good fighter or cave in rather easily?

With Alpha’s weird enthusiasm and strength, I’m sure he’d be great in fights (especially the many he’s in). In fact, he’s one of Aergele’s hunters and is the most popular. 

22- What kind of tattoos, piercings, birthmarks, freckles, and other such unique physical features do they have?

The most Alpha has is two horns that’re almost exactly like his father’s and a completely black hand. It’s his dominant hand and he has no idea why its like that, he didn’t get it from his father like everything else. 

26- What is their lover like sexually? How do they feel about their lover’s quirks, needs, etc? ((hah same syn))

Lance is actually very needy at home (that’s all I can really explain at the top of my head). 

34- Does your character have favorite foods? (breakfast, lunch, dinner, dessert, snacks, etc)

Alpha might like desserts a bit too much, he loves to bake and had dreamed of opening a bakery. That never happened, juts let him bake his own cake for his birthday and probably everyone else’s. 

40- Does your OC have any guilty pleasures they enjoy? Hobbies, past times, music, etc that they wouldn’t want known by others?

No one really understands what Alpha does on his free time, not even Lance or Xzavier. He sorta just… disappears some days and doesn’t come back till way after midnight. He’s kind of a mystery sometimes.

44- Is there a particular event that would emotionally devastate your character?

It can be hard to tell how much something would devastating to Alpha because pf his enthusiasm but after Lorehn’s mother died it was her duty to take her place in Mai-Jayle. Of course he could visit her, but only if one of Mai-Jayle’s keepers is around him.

47- Is your character outgoing? Would they be the leader of the friend group, or the quiet one that gets dragged along?