#dains

With each step he took, he left scars where is claws dug in. He had no intention of sneaking up on his query.He wanted them to know he was coming, that no matter where they hid, he would find them. Those he had found already now stained his claws and tail an ashen grey, the only survivors being the unhatched. Each egg being deposited within the next clan he came across, regardless of them being beastclan or dragon. Each clan visited giving information in return.

He had already visited many encampments, splinters of the clan he was seeking, leaving nothing but fire and ash behind as he left each one. Today he had a larger encampment in his sights. One he hoped would cause the others to crawl from the woodwork and confront him.

Dains had expected to fight a war, to find his prey to stand their ground. With each encampment that fell, he found them to be relenting and cowardly, hiding at the first sign of conflict.Eventually, he came to accept this, and started tracking them not as a warrior, but as a hunter. If they wanted to hide, then he would seek.

I've been thinking about the whole S2 binge watch we did and the talks about everything and I think the Red Pill - Blue Pill concept seems apropos given the unexpected upturn of how I'm starting to see things again as they should be seen as. I'll find a better way to articulate it to a point, but what I'm so excited about is it can all be a swap between us three.

It makes me want to write a thing about this for some reason. But I need us to finish the binge watch soon and then OVA and I'll try not to ksajdkadja over the manga.

This is my little thank you for always being the monster fucker bestie who lets me ramble on over all the daddies and personal life thingies. Discovering we have such parallel lives is a major win too!

Day in and day out, he would spend his time reliving that day, wondering what he could have done to stop it from happening. At first, things were stable for him. He would look after his son Rii’Den, spending as much time as he could to make sure child was never wanting.

Once Rii’Den came of age to be able to support himself, Dains’s condition seemed to become self absorbed. He would eventually cut ties and communication with those around him, and shut himself within his den. His only remaining connection with the clan being his mother who would bring him food.

“We need help you know? We can’t just keep sitting here like this,” a voice chipped in, ringing through Dains’s mind, “Help is only a stone’s throw away. Everyone knows we need help, we need only ask.”

This wouldn’t be the first or last time that Dains would hear this voice. Over the past couple years, his mind had become fragmented in a sense. Piece had come together, forming a perspective and voice of their own.

“Yes, but they’re the same ones who have left us to rot here. They’d just as soon see us disappear. They owe us nothing, and we owe them nothing,” a second voice replied, its presence like a cloud floating through his mind, “Besides, why should we call on those who think of us as a failure and monster? Where we they that day anyways? Why was it only us who cared? All they saw in us was a monster who destroys souls.”

“You know as well as I do that that isn’t true. At the very least, we have our mother, father, and son to lean on. They haven’t given up on us, and we’ve no reason to believe they have,” the first voice said, “Even it isn’t them who help us, we need to reach out. We can just as easily show them who and what we truly are, and put ourselves at this world’s mercy. Regardless of the route, we are not in this world alone.”

“ENOUGH,” Dains finally roared out, his voice hoarse. In his attempt to pick himself, his mind blanked out, leaving him unconscious. When he came to, he no longer wore the guise of a guardian. The very fringes of his fur and feathered showed signs of being burnt. Around him, he could the voices of many others, some familiar and others foreign.

“It’s alright dear, just relax. It isn’t your time yet,” one of the voices called as a crystalline figure came into view before vanishing again, “Rest now, you’ve a long road ahead of you.”

“Thank the Chapters, he’s awake,” Mayumi called out, seeing Dains’s movements, “Tell me, what happened? Why did you try to throw yourself into the forge?”

“We can’t just sit idly by while our brethren are slaughtered. Whatever is responsible, it must be taking them by surprise, it’s the only way,” the hotheaded mirror stated as he looked to each of the council around him, “I’ve seen the ruins myself, this is no mere disease. No disease would leave this kind of destruction behind.”

“Then what would you have us do? Disease or not, this threat has proven that it is quick and merciless. Entire lairs have been wiped out in as little as a night. Without a discernible pattern to these attacks, we have no way of telling what group is the next target,” the elderly mirror at the head of the council replied, “If we want to have any hope of repelling or defeating this threat, then we must learn where it will strike next.”

Looking up at the council head’s words,the hot headed mirror stood stiff. “Then I’ll track this thing myself. I’ve nothing left to loose but my pride.”

Stepping from a burning structure, Dains held open his satchel as crimson hands deposited egg after egg into his care.He had no intent to extinguish the fire of an innocent soul. The parents of these eggs may be absolute monstrosities in his mind, but the eggs had done nothing to earn his ire.

Batting aside another would be assailant, the crimson hands that sprouted from his spine lifted and restrained their form for Dains to judge. “May the Flamekeeper judge your soul, your kind has no place in this world,” Dains said before letting out a gout of white-blue fire to engulf the captive.