#darkfrost lore

He might have been a Snapper once. He couldn't say for sure though, as the memories of his past life had already started fading by the time he'd entered the Afterlife. It was then, during the in-between of knowing and having forgotten, that a great darkness descended upon him and devoured his heart.

Chaos submerged him. There were voices, or what sounded like them, but far too many, talking and whispering and screaming all at once. He tried to grasp at them, tried so hard to make out even a single word, but he could not. Just listening made him feel like his head was splitting apart, as if there were thousands of invisible hands pressing against his skull from the inside. It was unbearable. When he let out a cry, there were millions screaming with him. A beautiful symphony of agony, a sickening orchestra of suffering, such was the shade. In that moment, he understood, and he loved and hated it with all his heart. There were too many emotions, too many thoughts, to tell which were his. He was losing himself. A name. He needed a name, something that was his, anything that would make him more than just one dying soul amongst trillions. Only, he could not think, not while screaming, and he could not stop, lest he ceased to exist the moment his voice stopped being heard. And so he cried out, quieter this time, trying to listen into the madness, desperately seeking something, anything to latch onto.

There was... a m̨͝͏҉ę̷͘͟l͡҉o͢҉̴̵͠d̛̕͝y̷͟͠. Something he could make out, And for a moment He was so scared to lose it To lose himself

He screamed to match the melody Until his throat was hoarse And all he could do Sit there, Weeping

He found his name.

When Malura had brought a shade-loyal hatchling into the clan, Darron was one of many to voice his concerns. However, the clan's leader Crail eventually decided that she could stay, and while most dragons eventually came to at least begrudgingly tolerate Shade, Darron could not do even that.

His mate Canopy shared his concerns over whether she could be trusted, or if she would turn on the clan eventually - until that fateful day, when the ceiling came crashing down and killed half the clan. When the resulting Emperor tore through the survivors, cutting their numbers in half again, it was Shade who stepped forth and fought it. It was her who lured the beast outside and even chased it off, almost losing her leg in the process.

After this, none of the survivors questioned her loyalties, Darron included.

What he did question, however, was the shade's motivation in this. It had spent considerable amount of energy ensuring that its minion survived the fight, then afterwards "revived" the mortally wounded Leimakid - now loyal towards the shade, of course. Only Malura called this a miracle.

When they revisited their old lair the next day to search for other survivors, the shade had already left its mark there. Akos, the only other surviving Imperial, came into contact with this corruption, and became terribly sick. Then, a few days later, the shade itself appeared inside the lair, wearing the skin of one of their deceased clanmates. It was allowed to stay only under the condition that it would not corrupt any dragons - which was later changed to not allow dragons to become corrupted unwillingly, after Yoldu decided she too wanted to become stronger.

Ì̧͟i̶̛Í̴̧͡R҉̶͜r͏̴̡̛d̴́͘͜͞v̷͏͠͏̀ [ IiIRrdv ]

Status: Roaming Pronouns: it/its God of Deceit, Mercy and Duality

The shade thought itself stronger than it was. It had taken IiIRrdv’s world, including its bickering gods, by surprise. But only three of the youngest it had irreversibly corrupted - the rest all escaped The Shade eventually, full of rage, and now unified under a common goal. 

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