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Contact with the strange old family had been brief, but almost desperate. One would expect that an old bloodline with dragons would be capable of magic, or that magic would be a fairly common occurrence. But no. Despite having the ability to tame and control fire made flesh, magic had all but died out in the lineage. And with humans being as wary of demons and magics as they were, it was naturally damn near impossible to find someone to actually help the situation, with advice ranging from friendly offers of “Maybe a covenant or something to help suppress the issue” to the outright cruel of “Just wash your hands of the situation and be done with it” of varying levels of grotesque detail. Things that would help the family, but not the individual.
The ancient, violent history of the old noble blood wasn’t forgotten, nor had it ever been truly forgiven. From old conquests to a civil war that had nearly wiped out the family and their dragons to multiple heads of the house being viciously mad for one reason or other, abandonment would have made just another cut in the already fragile reputation of the family. Simply leaving the problem member to suffer or die wouldn’t have helped them recover and properly reintegrate into modern society.
Weeks turned to months of searching for a teacher, and the news eventually reached Dante, who was quick to take the information and send it to Nero without Any further explanation than it was an urgent mission. He could have taken it upon himself, sure. But the constant struggle with bills and whatnot was more than reason enough to not take on some pampered mage. At least, reason enough to keep his stubborn nephew from protesting things too much. He really didn’t want to, and even if he did, he knew he wouldn’t be a good fit to teach the fledgling magician. Between the bills and the dragon and his more chaotic and playful nature, he was sure the poor girl would be left abandoned because he would “corrupt her” from her family traditions. He figured Nero would be a better fit.
When Nero would arrive at the old manor, the sounds of dragons playing, growling, sleeping, and singing had already taken over the air surrounding it. The occasional sound of scales or claws on rock would spook local squirrels and birds for a brief moment before they would go back to their activities. They were used to the presence of the beasts.
A deep blue dragon flew low over Nero before landing nearby, pale green wing membranes stretched below the sun and gracefully folding as the somewhat small dragon touched ground and slowed into a stop. It may not have had the size of some historical dragons, but it was still large enough to carry its rider, a young woman with hair the color of moonlight And eyes the color of lilacs. Despite sitting on the back of a dragon, she looked small, and particularly fragile. As though a fairly weak gust of wind would carry her away Ike a mote of dust, or a close enough rumble of thunder would shatter her like glass. The dragon was slender in build, with simple horns that curved upwards and a single row of spikes along the eye ridge.
She and her dragon both had something of a wary, anxious look to them as they looked over the devil hunter who was clearly a stranger to the lands. The dragon carefully moved in and simply sniffed at the young man, trying to get an idea of what was going on. Ready to unleash flame or bite if necessary, but more curious than threatening. Not even a tiny growl escaped the beast’s throat.
”I take it you’re the one my family sent for…?” The girl asked carefully. She could have sworn she’d been told that she was expecting an older man in red to collect her, not someone so close to her in age. But perhaps details had gotten mixed up in a poor attempt at researching some modicum of understanding of her power.
The ancient, violent history of the old noble blood wasn’t forgotten, nor had it ever been truly forgiven. From old conquests to a civil war that had nearly wiped out the family and their dragons to multiple heads of the house being viciously mad for one reason or other, abandonment would have made just another cut in the already fragile reputation of the family. Simply leaving the problem member to suffer or die wouldn’t have helped them recover and properly reintegrate into modern society.
Weeks turned to months of searching for a teacher, and the news eventually reached Dante, who was quick to take the information and send it to Nero without Any further explanation than it was an urgent mission. He could have taken it upon himself, sure. But the constant struggle with bills and whatnot was more than reason enough to not take on some pampered mage. At least, reason enough to keep his stubborn nephew from protesting things too much. He really didn’t want to, and even if he did, he knew he wouldn’t be a good fit to teach the fledgling magician. Between the bills and the dragon and his more chaotic and playful nature, he was sure the poor girl would be left abandoned because he would “corrupt her” from her family traditions. He figured Nero would be a better fit.
When Nero would arrive at the old manor, the sounds of dragons playing, growling, sleeping, and singing had already taken over the air surrounding it. The occasional sound of scales or claws on rock would spook local squirrels and birds for a brief moment before they would go back to their activities. They were used to the presence of the beasts.
A deep blue dragon flew low over Nero before landing nearby, pale green wing membranes stretched below the sun and gracefully folding as the somewhat small dragon touched ground and slowed into a stop. It may not have had the size of some historical dragons, but it was still large enough to carry its rider, a young woman with hair the color of moonlight And eyes the color of lilacs. Despite sitting on the back of a dragon, she looked small, and particularly fragile. As though a fairly weak gust of wind would carry her away Ike a mote of dust, or a close enough rumble of thunder would shatter her like glass. The dragon was slender in build, with simple horns that curved upwards and a single row of spikes along the eye ridge.
She and her dragon both had something of a wary, anxious look to them as they looked over the devil hunter who was clearly a stranger to the lands. The dragon carefully moved in and simply sniffed at the young man, trying to get an idea of what was going on. Ready to unleash flame or bite if necessary, but more curious than threatening. Not even a tiny growl escaped the beast’s throat.
”I take it you’re the one my family sent for…?” The girl asked carefully. She could have sworn she’d been told that she was expecting an older man in red to collect her, not someone so close to her in age. But perhaps details had gotten mixed up in a poor attempt at researching some modicum of understanding of her power.
