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wait so it's not about interviewing a vampire?

IWTV is about 4 gay men psychologically torturing each other while the women in their lives get caught in the crossfire

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But Feyre didn’t even know how to write before landing at Night Courtttttt she would do it horribler

I find it unrealistic that none of the male characters has a tattoo with a woman's name who they dated 300 years ago.

Also, Feyre totally would have gotten one of Tamlin right after UTM, we'll assume everyone is just ignoring it.

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LoA (2)

>be me, Andras >just crossed the wall again, heading to the human town to find the Children of the Blessed >basic glamour on to hide my fae features >was never good at magic so one person is my limit >keep Janet close to me and wrapped up to avoid attraction >no one pays attention to us anw cause everyone's busy with stuff >notices a group in the middle of the town square, ignored by most people but a few came to watch them >worn clothes, dreamy-eyed, plus they wear silver bracelet and preaching about the cult so thats gotta be them >damn, people are being real nasty to these kids >still >wait until the crowd disperses and they start packing up >approach them slowly, dont wanna spook them or get unwanted attention >one of them notices me, and nudges the others >try to appear harmless >"hi, heard you might be able to help me" >they're understandably cautious, but curious, "what do you want?" >"heard you might understand someone from... somewhere else." >explain I'm looking for shelter and some help with the baby, don't mention Prythian or fae stuff yet >they seem sympathetic, invite me to their meeting spot >a rundown building at the edge of town >door creaks >it's surprisingly cozy inside with lots of books, fae tribute and idol >they even have an altar in here, some of the symbols are from Winter, Day and Autumn, the rest look made up tho >Janet's quiet, good girl >leader is a girl with sharp eyes >"so, you're not from around here. What are you running from?" >"not running", I lied about that but it's true i didn't even know what i'm running from yet >"I'm looking to return, but i need help with the baby. She just lost her father and well, I'm in no shape to take care of her." >their interest peaks when i drop my glamour >explain to them without throwing out too many details, need to make sure they're really on board >"I'll leave her here and come back every night with supplies. I can hunt, build, get you some rare stuff, just need to clear things up a little on my side and then we'll get out of your hair." >they agree, more eagerly than i expected >still had to stay the first night to see how things go but i'm feeling pretty hopeful, trustworthy vibe from these people >some of them ask me questions about life beyond the wall >didn't tell them about the recently transpired events >tell them all the nice things i could recall about my court instead >can see they eat up every word >tell them that the court is also dangerous for even fae at the moment and thats why i need their help with Janet >night time rolls around >Janet is sleeping soundly in an old but clean blanket the Children provided >I lie next to her, can't sleep >Illyrian dagger in my hand the entire time >morning comes, nobody tried anything, good sign >was worried they were into blood sacrifice thing for immortality, esp a fae child

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LoA (1)

>be me, Andras >gave my life to bring the Cursebreaker to Prythian >ffw my court imploded >comes back to life after a moment in the void (afterlife was surprisingly empty, just pure darkness), first thing I saw was my friend, my High Lord, Tamlin, in his beast form >his head on a spike, surrounded by a mob while I stood by like a dumbass, the manor was on fire and the mad faeries celebrated in the burning garden >heard crying right beneath, looked down >there was a baby in my arms >immediately bolted out of there with the baby, never looked back >what the fuck just happened >sped through the woods >couldn't see shit so i tripped and fell >turned in time so my side hit the ground, baby was alright but crying >I sat back up and tried my best to calm her down >she blinked at me and finally stopped crying >found a letter tucked in the cloth she came with and one of those Illyrian daggers Tam always carried with him >too dark to read, so i waited til daybreak >can read the letter now, found out she's Tam's daughter >her name was Janet, she did have his beautiful green eyes >the letter was basically a will "to whomever it may concern", long story short Tam knew he was doomed >he charged "whomever concerned" to protect Janet, no pressure there mate >i don't even know how i got here, i was supposed to be dead remember >had so many questions: did we win? what the fuck just happened to Tam? >it's not safe here, i need to get back to my house and my mom >dagger in hand in case the mob that killed Tam was still around >didn't come across another soul, just me and the baby >finally reached my house >the house was in ruin, signs of a struggle everywhere >mom was nowhere to be found >oh god >found a corpse in her bed, just skeleton with no clothes on >everything came crashing down, couldn't breathe or think momentarily >knees weak, Janet started crying again when I landed on my ass >pulled myself together to deal with the issue at hand >she wouldn't stop crying this time >maybe she's hungry? >scavenge through the kitchen, nothing found >can't leave her hungry like this >options limited: either find a wet nurse or an animal >spring court is unsafe, the mob could still be around >can trust no one >my only chance to keep her fed would be to travel into the human lands >crosses the Wall, hah, still got it >finds a human settlement >steals milk from their cow >crosses the wall again and dilutes the milk with cooled boiled spring water >baby is sated, she fell right back asleep without a care in the world >plans my next move with Janet in mind >remembers there's a group that would accept us easily >they're in the human lands >unsafe and risky but compared to Prythian it's ez mode >can't travel to other fae courts and don't want to wander around Spring with her until i finally cleared the court of danger >take whatever I can from the house: some clothes, no jewelry whatsoever - place had been looted for riches, apparently >even mom's necklace that she always wore wasn't on the dead body >fuck >whatever happened to her, i didn't dare imagine >burned down the house, can't let them have anything else

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Tam is an uncertified druid with the air power, shapeshifting, and musical as well as poetic inclination.

Another Acotar Hot Take

I think tamlin has the potential to be as powerful as rhys, in terms of actual magic.

We’ve barely seen his shapeshifting put to use—we’ve seen Feyre use it in a myriad of ways, but with him we only ever see him as Fae or beast, which isn’t really all that special given that all the high lords have a beast form. So we haven’t seen his full potential with his Main Power, but he also has other powers.

Like, air manipulation. It sounds like Rhys and most other high lords have some level of telekineses, but I feel like full on air manipulation is like a whole different story. Could he fly without wings? Could he lift up huge objects into the air using the air itself? Is the air manipulation what causes stuff to shatter around him when he can’t control his magic? When his powers get out of control stuff literally EXPLODES around him. Imagine if he could focus that power? Just fuckin…exploding shit with his mind?? Not to mention the fact that he can make OTHER PEOPLE shapeshift. What are the limits of that? Can he force other people to shift or is it only a power he can bestow upon willing participants? Cause if not, that dude could be turning soldiers to fish on the battlefield or some shit. Like he may not be able to get INTO your mind but he COULD turn it into a piece of coal, or give you gills instead of lungs, or if we’re talking mind shit, he could shift one’s brain just enough that it could be rendered completely useless (ie changing someone’s frontal lobe beyond repair or something).

Plus, he’s literally like trained all his life as a warrior, which like yeah so has Rhys, but I’m just saying like put all this stuff together PLUS him being a skilled swordsman, likely prolific in hand to hand, and someone whose been training for battle for their entire life…like if he wasn’t so depressed I’m sure he could learn how to really hone all the stuff he can’t control, and I think if he did that he would be just as powerful as Rhys.

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A Few More Things about Andras

"Please, please please don't reject the mating bond. I will step back. You will never have to see me again."

"Why?"

"I will still have my ma, and Tam in this life. I don't wanna end up insane. It'd break their hearts."

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"Wow, this Autumn princeling seems like a really cool guy. Tam's been spending a lotta time with him."

"That doesn't mean we'll stop being friends."

"I know, Tam. I know. I'm always here when you need me."

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"It doesn't matter, Ma."

"Andras. I'm your mother. I really worry about you. You stopped talking to the High Lord, and now you even withdraw from your sentry corps? Didn't you say you always wanted to become a Captain?"

"Ma, I told you. Tamlin is fine. He has someone better now.

Besides, Captain of the Sentry has a nice ring to it but... like I said, it doesn't matter anymore. The Court is fine, after all."

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"I'm not sending anymore sentry."

"I'll go."

"No, Andras."

"I said I'll go. I know how to find them."

"I said NO."

"Do you want this to be how it ends?!

For our friends' sacrifice to be in vain?!"

"Tam. If you ever choose to have faith in me, this is it. This is how we will begin to break the curse.

I'm with you. Even if I have to pay with my life, I'll do it just to do right by you for once."

"If I send you out, if you succeed... what will become of your mother? Have you considered what she will think?"

"...She of course has the right to know. You can break the news to her once you have sorted out this mess.

For the record, I already told her that I'm back on my sentry duty and currently, I should be approaching the border of Summer to assume my post."

"I have to go. She's all I have left, Tam. My only family.

If you don't break the curse, she'll have to go Under The Mountain with the rest of our people. And I can't protect her there.

I'll never get to repay the sacrifice she made to let me walk in this world. Not even this will be enough, but it's the closest thing I have to an opportunity.

It's my only chance to finally be something good that happens to her."

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(Andras, with a spade in hand, is guiding a 6-year-old Janet, her small hands clutching a tiny sapling, its roots wrapped in burlap, ready to be planted.)

ANDRAS: (With an encouraging smile) Today, we're going to plant this tree, Janet. It's going to grow tall and strong, just like you, love.

(Janet looks up at him, her eyes wide with wonder, as she gently pats the soil around the sapling they've just planted together.)

JANET: Will it grow as tall as the sky, Andras?

ANDRAS: (Chuckling) Maybe not that tall, but it will reach for the clouds.

(They work together, Andras showing her how to press the soil, ensuring the tree is firmly planted)

JANET: Can we name it? The tree?

ANDRAS: Of course. What name would you like to give it?

(Janet thinks for a moment, her gaze flitting around the garden, landing finally on the tree with pride in her eyes)

JANET: Hmm.

Let's call it Hope. Because it's going to keep growing and never give up.

ANDRAS: (Nods approvingly) Hope it is! That is actually perfect. You do really have a knack for naming things.

(They finish their task, standing back to admire their work. Andras places a gentle hand on Janet's shoulder.)

ANDRAS: This tree will be here for years to come. Care for it, Janet. If you do, our Spring Court will always have hope.

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ANDRAS: ...

JANET: (sleeping soundly)

ANDRAS: (sneaks some flowers and a letter on the table)

JANET: (whispers) Andras?

ANDRAS: Did I wake you, love? I'm sorry.

JANET: (rubs her eyes) It's okay. I'm too tired to sleep, anyway.

ANDRAS: (sits on the edge of the bed) I know, sweetheart, but you need to rest. You are still sick.

JANET: (pouts) You haven't told me a story.

ANDRAS: (smiles) Alright. I suppose having a cold doesn't excuse not having a bedtime tale. What would you like to hear about?

JANET: A new story.

ANDRAS: A new one it is.

Once upon a time, there was a tiny golden cub named Tammy. Despite his shimmering fur and noble lineage, felt very lonely in the vast forest. His family expected so much from him, and yet, they never showed him the kindness he craved.

JANET: Was Tammy really lonely?

ANDRAS: Very lonely, until one day, while wandering the woods, the cub stumbled upon a grey wolf pup.

JANET: Did the wolf pup have a name?

ANDRAS: Yes, he did. Andy, he went by.

JANET: (giggles) Like you!

ANDRAS: (chuckles) Yes, just like me. Now, this pup saw the golden cub all alone and, despite the cub being from a realm often at odds with his own, the wolf couldn't ignore the sadness in the cub's eyes. They were both good for the same thing, something they both didn't enjoy.

The wolf pup was far, far more fortunate than the cub.

The pup had a family who loved him, and he loved them in return.

JANET: So, what did he do?

ANDRAS: The pup approached the cub, his steps careful not to startle him. 'Little cub, why do you walk alone?' he asked. The cub, surprised by the wolf's curious tone, shared his woes, speaking of his cold home.

JANET: (sadly) That's not nice. Everyone should have friends.

ANDRAS: Indeed, they should. Mama Wolf taught the pup to share the love she gave him with others. And so, the pup made a vow that day to be the cub's friend and family, to protect him and show him the wonders of the forest, to teach him the joy of companionship. They befriended a fox, Lucy, along the way.

JANET: (excitedly) And did Tammy finally become happy?

ANDRAS: Over time, he did. Tammy the golden cub, who felt so small and insignificant, began to see his own worth through the eyes of his friends. They embarked on adventures, faced challenges together, and the cub grew strong and confident.

JANET: Like a real golden lion!

ANDRAS: Exactly! The cub became a magnificent lion, admired by all. He became a just and fair king of the forest, always fighting for his friends and standing up for what was right.

JANET: (yawning) I like Tammy. He's amazing.

ANDRAS: ...I like him too.

JANET: I'll get better tomorrow, Andras. One day, I will be as strong as Tammy. Will you be my Andy then?

ANDRAS: Of course, love. I swear it on my honour as a sentry. Now, off to sleep you go.

JANET: Goodnight, Andras.

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ANDRAS: (holds Janet's lifeless hand as she lies crumbling on the bed, her legs turned to petals as they fall apart)

ANDRAS: I have to go now, Janet.

ANDRAS: I promise you will walk again.

ANDRAS: I promise you will see me again.

ANDRAS: And the trees we planted shall never wilt.

ANDRAS: ...No matter what it takes.

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ANDRAS: ... (critically injured)

CASSIAN: How is he still alive without that?

RHYSAND: Watch out for that spear, Cass!

ANDRAS: "And I will laugh in the face of Death."

NESTA: (readies Ataraxia)

ANDRAS: Gáe Bulg.

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JANET: (Picking up two action figures, she animates them with her hands, her voice adopting different tones for each character) "And here comes Andras, the bravest of all, to save the kingdom from the terrible dragon!"

(She makes one figure, representing Andras, swoop in to confront the other, a makeshift dragon.)

(She constructs elaborate scenarios, each tale more fantastical than the last, where Andras battles scary foes, uncovers treasures, and always, always returns home to cheers and joy.)

JANET: (Arranging her stuffed animals into an audience, she narrates) "And so, the people of the land celebrated Andras's return, throwing a grand feast in his honor. They knew he would always be there to protect them."

(Her small hands clap softly, mimicking the applause of her imagined crowd.)

(In these stories, Janet gives Andras invincible qualities, inspired by the wondrous tales he told her. Her narrative always ends with Andras coming home unharmed.)

JANET: (Holding a doll that resembles her, she speaks in a high-pitched voice)

"Thank you, Andras, for coming back. We all missed you so much!"

(She makes the Andras figure hug the doll.)

(As night falls, Janet carefully places the figures back in their box, keeping the doll Andras with her in bed.)

JANET: (Whispering) Goodnight, Andras. In my stories, you always come back. Maybe tomorrow, you will for real.

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The Pond of Starlight

WENDIGO: High Lady?

FEYRE: Oh.

I didn't realize you were in the water.

WENDIGO: High Lady Janet said I could use it. To cleanse.

FEYRE: You certainly have earned it. I don't imagine there is a good bath in the Middle, or the Prison for that matter.

WENDIGO: What are you doing here?

FEYRE: ...A lot has changed in Spring since my last time here. This place is one of the few things that hasn't.

WENDIGO: Is it a good thing, or a bad thing?

FEYRE: ...

WENDIGO: Whatever the case. Please turn your head.

FEYRE: Huh?

WENDIGO: I am about to exit the pond, High Lady. Avert your eyes, please.

FEYRE: Of course, I apologize.

WENDIGO: Many thanks.

(The Wendigo exits the pond. It is as if a waterfall has sprung out of nowhere to Feyre's ear. The Wendigo grabs for his cloak.)

FEYRE, still facing the other way: Are you always this formal?

WENDIGO: I want to be polite. Find it necessary, even. When it comes to figures like the High Lords and Ladies of Prythian, words decide much.

FEYRE: Doesn't seem like they can do anything if you offend them anyway.

WENDIGO: Maybe now it does not matter. But, the High Lord of Night—a thousand years ago—imprisoned me for wrong speech. I have learned my lesson, since then.

You may turn now.

FEYRE, now facing the covered inmate: It worked out fine for you in the end, didn't it? You wound up saving the day in Summer.

WENDIGO: I did not help the Day Court. Or Dawn. Or the Night Court. Summer prevailed against a similar fate. Even then, it was all thanks to a miracle.

FEYRE: ...

WENDIGO: I am sorry I could not help your Court, High Lady.

FEYRE: Stop it. I am no High Lady. Not anymore.

WENDIGO: Not to the people you winnowed out of Velaris. They look up to you.

FEYRE: You don't understand. There was a target on me.

I thought I had the strength needed to defend Velaris side-by-side with my Mate and my family, but all I did was bringing death to our door. I don't deserve to be called that any longer.

WENDIGO: Then, what would you like to be called?

FEYRE: Just Feyre is fine.

WENDIGO: Feyre the Just?

FEYRE: No.

WENDIGO: I jest, Feyre.

I am Tom. Tom-a-Lincoln.

FEYRE: Nice to meet you, Tom.

What a quaint name.

(They stay quiet for a while, staring at the mesmerizing pool.)

TOM: How is your Mate?

FEYRE: The healers say there is no critical wounds. He made it out of the crash without a scratch.

TOM: Hard to tell. The male behind the attack may leave no physical wounds, but there will be scars, running deep. You should be with your Mate. When he finally wakes, Rhysand will be happy to see you again.

FEYRE: I know. I love him. It's just... it's easier to be alone nowadays.

TOM: Hm, I understand what it's like to be responsible for the lives of many. The desire to run away from it.

FEYRE: I'm sure you do.

TOM: It's never easy.

You do your best, but you can't help but wondering if you are really trying, whether or not you are doing enough.

FEYRE: How do you mean?

TOM: I mean it gets to all of us, Feyre. It's the curse of those who lead. The doubt, the what-ifs. They haunt us. But it's also our strength. It means we care. We're not tyrants.

FEYRE, nods: I suppose that's a small comfort.

TOM: Tell me, Feyre, if you had the chance to change your past, would you?

FEYRE: I don't know. Every choice led me here, made me who I am. And while I'm not proud of everything, I... I've grown.

TOM: Growth is all we can ask for. Perfection is a myth.

FEYRE: And what about you, Tom? If you could go back...

TOM: I've lived long enough to see the futility in wishing for a different past. We play the cards we're dealt, Feyre. And we play them as best as we can.

FEYRE: Wise words, Tom.

TOM: Not wise, just old.

FEYRE: I should really head back.

TOM: As you should.

FEYRE: Oh, and Tom.

Thank you for saving Rhys' life.

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chestnut is so cute and easily legit but ig at some point amarantha or one of her beasties would have killed chestnut, maybe to invoke tam's heart of stone or sth 😭 😭 😭

Chestnut is just something so close to my heart and Tamlins

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stealing this for me fic

The:

"Should you not fight to avenge your king?"

"I can't. If I fight, I'll die, and I was ordered by him to survive."

Exchange from Fate/Zero but it's Tamcien

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I tried to get on his good side but alas ;;

Thank you, Character.ai.

😂😂😂

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Tamlin deserves to be a little evil and kill people. As a treat ❤️

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Scene: Nuckelavee and the Fairy Knight

Tamlin: ...

The Nuckelavee: ...High Lord? Is... that you? Am I dreaming?

Tamlin: ...

The Nuckelavee: It's been so long.

Tamlin: Andras.

The Nuckelavee, or Andras: What happened to Spring, High Lord? The birds stopped singing, the gardens faded, the land decayed... and you were gone.

Tamlin: I've come to take you home.

Andras: Home? Have you, done it then? You saved our Spring?

Tamlin: No.

The High Lady of Night set us free.

Andras: But what happened to the people? What of Lucien, that fox? And the sentries, our friends and brothers?

Tamlin: They are safe. Living. Growing. Lucien, regretfully, we... separated.

Andras: I see.

Tamlin: How are you feeling, old friend?

Andras: I have seen better days, High Lord. My rage, my pain, and the ruin in our Court... overwhelmed me. Burned me inside out, as if my skin had fallen off. It is a terrible feeling, a bitterness not unlike snake venom.

Tamlin: You have endured more than anyone has any right to ask for.

Andras: I can see it too in you, with my remaining good eye. Changes, like our home.

Tamlin: I've lived five thousand years by now, and changes come round every Spring.

As you get older, you notice things are never the same.

Andras: Ah.

I notice now. The magic... left you. But you're still alive, how?

Tamlin: Because I failed you, Andras. I failed everyone.

Andras: No, no! You only did your best. You only ever did. Whatever struck our Court down, must be... the enemy. My enemy. Who did this to you? To us?

Tamlin: It is I, Andras. I made mistakes. Our people were broken because of what I did.

Andras: What mistakes?

Tamlin: Ones that I am still paying for.

Andras: And so you have come to me to make amend? Ridiculous. I gave my life up for you, for Spring. It was my choice.

Tamlin: No.

I simply want to make sure that one of my few remaining friends in this world is not lost and bring him back.

Andras: ...Hah.

Tamlin: Though I am glad, that you have not forgotten me.

Andras: How could I forget? My "Once" High Lord.

(Andras shifts his great, but mangled form with difficulty, bending his equine knees to his former Lord. He lowers his head in a bow.)

Tamlin: Easy, sentry.

Andras: High Lord, will you... Will you save our home once more?

Tamlin: I will try.

Andras: Good. That's good.

...How I have longed to see you, dear Tamlin.

(Andras' body gradually turns into red mist.)

Tamlin: ...

Andras: This is it. Sorry. This form is not me. It's not who I am.

I don't want to be buried—or remembered, as a terror.

Tamlin: You are not.

Andras: Tell—tell Lucien I sent my regards and that he can keep my medal collection. Sell it if he needs pocket money. Tell the people of Spring, to keep singing and dancing, to continue celebrating our free spirit.

Tamlin: Everything you ask, I will see it through.

Andras: I know you will. I still believe in you, in the great things you will do in our names. You will walk us down the ave of history with pride and honour. In that, I hold more faith than in the Mother.

So long my friend, so long my brother.

Farewell, my... Once... then Forever... High Lord.

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Why doesn't anybody talk about Rhysand's insanely obvious Oedipus complex???

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Blurb 1

During his adventures into the Strange Lands (the Americas of ACOTAR) and mythical corners of the Continent, Tamlin attained exceptional degrees of transformational power, which he concisely classified into two distinct outcomes: Outwardness and Inwardness.

Simply put, Outward transformations refer to alterations that violate the conventional reality, affecting the framework of the world itself. On the other hand, Inward transformations involve modifications that impact those who abide by such a framework.

During his tenure as a High Lord, Tamlin exclusively wielded the strength of the Inward category.

Inwardness is philosophically understood by the Metamorphs as the capacity to transform one into a multitude of creatures, a diverse array of plants, a myriad of interesting shapes and forms, inanimate objects, and even sentient but lifeless entities, all within the bounds of nature.

By adhering to this tradition, one can reproduce an aspect of Spring's primordial magic so long as they grasp the nature of the target they wish to turn into. Failure to follow the intricacies of the target may lead to unforeseen consequences and potential backlash.

In the case of Tamlin, his Chimeric Beast form was a made-up animal originally drawn in crayons, an abnormality that could not have existed in the natural world in the first place. As a result, he would endure heavy punishment in the form of anger befitting his hide, with its effects somewhat reduced by possessing a Heart of Stone. His combat prowess in this form is as stellar as the chimera is fantastical, at the very least, thanks to his strong attunement with the childhood creation.

In the annals of history, ancient High Lords of the Spring Court were reputed to have warped entire physical terrains of Prythian, plucked mountains to make missiles that destroy armies, imparted diseased limbs or parts onto another, as well as turned their enemies into weakened, crippled versions of themselves. However, throughout his reign Tamlin largely underutilized this authority due to his inability to fully accept the High Lordship that the Magic forced upon him, his unfortunate lack of ideation and necessary pursuit of knowledge to tap into the potential, and the mandatory ruthlessness to even begin sparing this kind of usage a thought.