Snowbird's new look! And a glimpse into his new lore: tw for egg eating, manipulation, and cults under the read more
Snowbird was hungry. Injured and starved after being cast out of his previous clan for trying to advance his alchemy skills, he wandered alone through blistering winds and swam a bit through the Deity Abandoned Water Flight's seas, barely making it back to land on the border of the Ashfall Wastes.
After being taken in by a new clan, everything seemed okay while he was being taken care of. Everyone was friendly, and they managed to bring him gifts that really showed they had listened to him. Meaningful gifts - even books that were deemed malicious by his birth clan, books published by Baldwin even!
Snowbird took to this new clan like a fish to water. Using his skills for medical purposes. He hardly ever took the time to really bother with what they gave him to eat - he didn't see any big farms. But he was also working day in and day out, so who was he to bother with something so trivial?
...is what he thought before he'd gone out to test some more Volatile combinations. He didn't expect to witness the "hunters" robbing a dragon's nest of its eggs. He wanted to will the conversation he was overhearing out of his mind - how could they just talk about wanting spicier food while robbing a nest?
Snowbird wanted to report it all, and he followed the hunting party all the way back to the clan. Only to realize exactly what most of the food was made of when they went directly into the kitchens.
Horrified, Snowbird pretended to eat while trying to throw his rations away. But it just didn't work. He felt a lot more energized recently, but he had thought it was from not needing to hide his work anymore, being able to talk freely without fear. But it was so much worse. The magical boost from the eggs they'd been eating was so powerful, so mind numbingly needed now, that Snowbird knew he couldn't get away even if he tried.
He ended up eating the food again, at first trying to make a recipe to gain the magical boost from that instead, but nothing he made worked the same. It was good medicine for other dragons, and a good trade item. Nauseatingly, he was finally deemed trusted enough to oversee a deal with a desperate mother, handing over her newest eggs to get his products for her sick hatchlings - deemed as their clan raising them instead so none would suffer.
It made sense to Snowbird in a way. Taking eggs from dragons who wouldn't be able to raise them properly. There were more dragons being sent away these days than dragons staying in their clans, or being let to stay with a new clan for long. It was a bitter fact of life that most eggs went unhatched for ages anymore - even the nocturne eggs could be left unhatched for years without someone to care for them
Other creatures could dine on them whenever they pleased - it was always a threat when Eggulls came close to dragon nesting grounds when they were unable to find other eggs to eat.
Really, aside from the immediate moral shock, what was really the harm in what they were doing? His clan was strong, producing medicine and helping out other clans in their times of need, helping stragglers or loners become healthy or find their ways again. They were helping others! And they weren't attacking anyone for eggs. Most of those eggs wouldn't have hatched anyway!
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Uncharismatic Fact of the Day
Don't ever try to beat Dasypeltis gansi in an eating contest; though it's rather small, this snake can open its mouth wider than any other serpent, relative to its size! Their common name is the Gan's egg-eater, and it's easy to guess why- their sole source of food is eggs, and thanks to their remarkable mouths they can consume prey three or four times the size of their head.
Check out this video of a Gan's egg-eater doing what it does best!
(Video description: A Gan's egg eater (Dasypeltis gansi) swallowing an egg several times the size of its head. The video cuts to a shot of the snake's body wriggling as it cracks the egg with its spine and abdominal muscles, then returns to the snake's head to show it regurgitating the crushed but intact shell. The video has no sound.)
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NOTE: THE FOLLOWING LORE CONTAINS MENTIONS OF EATING EGGS. Beyond that, there isn't much graphic-ness contained within it. For the sake of everyone, I will be including the small story that goes with this in a read-more, and I will not be main tagging it. Take care of yourselves!
The specific Egg-Eating lore I'm using here belongs to @hypergryph! If you're in to this sort of semi-horror stuff, go look at their stuff!
Myfi had been traveling for weeks.
He knew why he was somehow still alive, despite the hunger gnawing at his stomach.
Months ago now, he had sought out a rare delicacy that he had only heard of one group of dragons indulging in-dragon eggs.
The aforementioned group was gone at this point, most likely either locked in a prison, or dead somewhere, but hey, Myfi was curious. Curious as to why they'd do that. Why they'd eat another dragon's eggs.
But once he'd managed to crack open that Arcane egg and partake in the wonders beneath that shell, he understood.
Since then, he'd been running through the lands, stealing whatever eggs he could, constantly partaking in that forbidden ambrosia-and not once had he been caught.
Not once until now, his head pinned to the floor by a Fae far too large to be normal.
With a creak like his bones weren't in right, the Fae turned over the ice egg he'd taken from Myfi's grasp.
"My my, friend," the Fae spoke in a way that matched how he moved, "now what were you just about to do?" Spiraled eyes flickered to a nearby sharp rock, and Myfi swallowed hard.
"Hungry," Myfi croaked out, deciding to take the route of pretending he was desperate for food. Somewhere else, his Dreadwolf was being kept at bay by the Fae's Pronghorn. The Fae's smile creaked open wide, needle-like teeth poking out of drawn back gums. At that moment, Myfi realized this very much was not a normal Fae, if his size was any indication.
"Well I suppose we should introduce ourselves, hm?" the Fae fluttered his crest and chuckled, the birdskulls around his neck clacking together, "my name is Skink," he paused for a moment to step back off Myfi's head, "and yours is....?"
"Myfi," Myfi shook himself off, deciding to play through the lie, "I...I've been lost for ages, and I was so hungry that one time I...I ate a dragon egg," no one else was around, and it was clear if this...'Skink' wanted to kill him, he'd already be dead, "But now...gods, if I don't have them, my body gets these....awful aches, and I...I have to. I have to eat them or-"
"Hm, addiction is a nasty thing," Skink seemed to glare through the shell of the egg he was holding, "but I suppose magical ones can't be fixed, can they?"
Myfi caught the egg as it was tossed back to him, and he stared at it, then at Skink, who waved his talons.
"That one tries to kill me when he's older, have at it, consider it a gift."
The Fae turned away, and Myfi immediately turned to whack the egg against the rock with a CRACK, slurping up the minty fluid inside. Clearly his false story had been taken face-value, and he wanted to laugh to himself, not even thinking of what Skink had said when he had given Myfi the egg back.
"When you're done with that, feel free to follow me home," Skink offered, "My clan is very fond of misfits. Oh! And one more thing, Myfi,"
Myfi looked up from his meal, allowing his Dreadwolf to take her fill, seeing Skink staring over his shoulder at Myfi.
The Fae's face had dropped, bright red eyes staring right towards him.
"Don't ever lie to me again."
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