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Princess' son Cornet arrives at Clan Lukra, to everyone's surprise.
TW: slavery
In his two-legged shift, Cornet fit easily in a satchel on the back of the dragon-form ridgeback courier. It wasnât comfortable, but nothing in his life had ever been, so he didnât really mind. Nor was it outside of his experience that he received nothing to eat or drink on the way, even when the courier stopped for her own refreshments -- she left him and his bag on her back, unopened. She hadnât spoken to him once. He only knew theyâd reached their destination when she swung the bag off her back, with no consideration for the dragon inside, and plopped it on the floor.
âDelivery here for Clan Lukra,â the courier said, her voice only slightly muffled by the leather around Cornet.
âWhat is it?â asked a tundraâs voice.
In answer, the courier lifted the flap, tilting the opening towards the voice: Cornet looked up to see the startled eyes of a tundra in a floppy hat.
âUh, what?â the tundra said, as the ridgeback dropped the flap, returning Cornet to darkness. âI donât, uh, why is he being delivered here?â
âYou bought him, didnât you?â The courier sounded a bit testy -- Cornet imagined that she did not want to be responsible for anything that went wrong with the handoff. Heâd already been paid for, but she still had to collect half her fee from the recipients of her package.
âI ⌠Not as far as I know.â The tundra sounded absolutely gobsmacked.
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After he witnesses Zarya's death, Acrux uses his clairvoyance to identify Barholme as the agent behind Clan Lukra's suffering and chases after him. In dire straits, he finds his life saved by a divine power, which he traces back to the little gods.Â
TW: death
Acrux was arguing with Zarya the moment before she died. Neither of their hearts were really in it; Acrux knew that Zarya was only trying to rile him up by not-so-subtly asking about any âdeaths in the family,â so he responded coolly. He wasnât even looking at her in the moment, refusing to give her that much attention; but he still knew the instant she died, because she went quiet, not only to his ears but to his mind as well. Usually Zarya sounded like hunger, and bones cracking, but then she was gone and in her place a void roared in deafening silence. It was everywhere: Acrux couldnât hear, couldnât breathe. Somewhere among the void came a faeâs voice, hissing, A fitting punishment and other such things; that gave Acrux something to cling to, and he recovered himself, hearing screams and crashes from around the lair. That voice ⌠he recognized it suddenly as Barholmeâs, knew Barholme for the architect of their misery, and chased after it, taking to the air and hurtling between the trees. If he could catch Barholme, maybe this madness would end. But he couldnât tell where the voice was coming from; it seemed all around him, centered inextricably in the void that filled the Inner Sanctum entirely.
Barholme! he heard, from Aridatha, and he turned and raced towards her quarters, drawing in his wings so that his sinuous body could pass through the trees. But he was too late. He heard her cry out, heard her call for help, and then he heard her die. Even before he poked his head into Aridathaâs quarters he knew that he could do nothing for her -- nothing but avenge her. He began to search the area for any sign of Barholme. Perhaps he would be of more help elsewhere; he might be able to ease his clanâs suffering instead of avenging it. But the idea didnât even occur to him. A fire burned in his blood, a rage that Acrux had never truly felt before -- his disgust with Zarya had been but its pale shadow. It would not allow him to stop or hesitate; he would throw himself at Barholme until one of them died, would happily break the faeâs tiny body between his talons and wipe him off the face of Sornieth -- if only he could find him.
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A new dragon joins Clan Lukra: a strange pearlcatcher who answers only certain questions. // read on deviantart / read on ao3
The pearlcatcher walked into the clan lair with such assurance that it took some time before anyone realized that theyâd never seen him before. He got all the way to the stream in the center of the lair before someone thought to challenge him, and when they did, it was only Kelsus. The fae landed on the bank beside the pearlcatcher, peering up at him. âHello,â Kelsus said, fins undulating gently with distant curiosity. âAre you new here? I donât remember seeing you before.â âYes,â the pearlcatcher said. âSorry I missed you,â said Kelsus. âWhatâs your name?â The pearlcatcher said nothing, only looked contemplatively into the pool, tilting his head back and forth as he watched the water. It was shallow here, just barely running over the tiny stones of the streambed, not even an inch deep. This was a common place to ford the stream, although it never got deep enough to give a dragon larger than a fae or spiral much trouble, except in the pool where the familiars gathered. âExcuse me?â Kelsus said, after a momentâs silence. âSorry, can I get your name?â âNo.â
After the recent disaster, the remaining clan members reunite. As Aridatha tries to figure out what to do, Frip returns, angering Acrux and Geras, and offers a revelation about Kelsusâ fate. // read on dA
âThatâs three passes without finding anyone else. I think this is all weâre going to find, unless someone survived in the lair itself.â
âRight. Weâll have to do that âŚâ Aridatha looked miserably at Lioska, imagining the task of deciding which dragon should risk going back to the site of disaster, to the heart of the infection. Perhaps Aridatha herself ought to go investigate. She just couldnât bring herself to ask anyone else to risk their lives; maybe she could ask for volunteers.
âWe may wish to wait till morning,â Lioska said, the barest note of mercy in her voice. âEveryone is exhausted.â
It had taken the remainder of the day and a good portion of the night for Aridatha and Lioska to gather those clan members they could find in this small clearing about a mile from the lair. Finding Nesita and Bartos, who had stuck together, had helped greatly, since the two tundras were able to devise a spell that pointed them towards other dragons. But their success rate was not high. Clan Lukra had included 37 dragons before the incident. Only seventeen stood in this clearing.
Aridatha glanced around. âThis isnât much of a camp, but itâll do.â
Lioska nodded. âIâll see if I can arrange some hunting and foraging. We could do with a good meal -- or even a bad one.â
As Lioska moved away to talk to Delemont, Aridatha let her head droop into her talons and took stock.

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Nesita, Bartos and Geras examine Kelsus, trying to understand the strange symptoms heâs showing, only to be interrupted by Acrux. // read on dA
âIâm fine,â Kelsus said, tail twitching. Geras had known him long enough to read annoyance in his waving fins, as indifferent as his voice might sound.
âYou are very much not fine,â said Bartos, Kelsusâ wing stretched delicately in his claws as he examined it. The painful glow from under Kelsusâ skin had become, if anything, worse, spreading across his markings, consuming his nails and bones. His eyes were like sunbeams, impossible to look directly at. âFascinating. Iâve never seen anything like this before.â
Geras growled, irked by Bartosâ detached tone when heâd said himself that Kelsus was in danger -- but Nesita stepped forward before she could speak.
âIt will be an interesting case for further study when the immediate danger has passed,â the older healer said, soothingly, taking up Kelsusâ other wing. Abruptly, the little fae snarled and snapped at Nesitaâs paws, teeth flashing with that awful rainbow light, and both tundras pulled back, startled: Kelsus had never had a violent bone in his body. As soon as they released him, Kelsus fluttered rapidly to the ceiling, hanging from it, wings spread as if to envelop the watching dragons in even more of that terrible radiance.
Acrux attempts to ask Frip about Telynâs dire predictions, but instead he and Talva witness Kelsusâ fall. // read on dA
Acrux poked his head into Fripâs quarters and ⌠nothing. She wasnât there. At least, he didnât think she was; it was hard to be sure, since he couldnât keep the image of her chamber in his head. Even while looking at the room, he couldnât describe it, couldnât even tell anyone what was in it ⌠More of Fripâs strange magic, but Acrux didnât have time to worry about that now.
After Telynâs alarming departure, he could think of only two things to do: warn Aridatha and seek answers from Frip. Heâd settled on doing the latter first, hoping that heâd have a little more information to go on when he spoke to Aridatha, something a bit more helpful than âinescapable doom.â It was a slim hope. While Frip most certainly had answers, Acruxâs chances of dragging them out of her were not high. The nocturne knew everything that occurred in Clan Lukra, and often the future as well -- she had bonded with Telyn over that shared experience -- but, even more so than Telyn, she was disinclined to be helpful, preferring to maintain a frustrating aura of mystery.
âAcrux? What are you doing?â
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