Lore
Pre-War
Music swept through the small village as the festival erupted with laughter, joy and good food. Many creatures walked through the area, their smiles and energy uplifted the festival as Puddin strolled through the streets. His walk was fueled by his excitement, his long tail swishing back and forth. His wings slowly bounced with his walk as he made his way to the entertainers cove. With a smile on his face, he could already see the crowds lining up. He loved his job as the jester! He enjoyed making people laugh, and brighten the day as the weather always seemed to drown out the sun. He looked up right as small droplets of rain began to fall. Shaking his head, he put the smile back on his face and ran to the front of the crowd. Many Dutch Angel Dragons smiled at Puddin as he unfolded his large wings, their radiant colors striking and vibrant. The others cheered and clapped in delight, chirping with joy. The Aether realm celebrated this festival as much as they could; a festival of joy. There was no true rhyme or reason for such a festival, but there never needed to be.
Puddin began to dance to the sound of the distant music that seemed to get louder as he danced. His large ears bounced with the beat and the others began to dance with him. He was rather good at influencing others to join him, but of course, he kept his tricks to himself. As they danced, they didn't notice the band of music makers coming up to the front of the stage. When he was done dancing, the music erupted, and his job was done. Taking a deep breath, Puddin made his way down to find a place to sit. He loved his job, but it took a lot out of him.
“You’re pretty funny.” A soft voice said from behind him. He jumped up quickly and looked at a young female Dutch Angel Dragon. She was a pure white Angel Dragon, with glowing blue eyes. She smiled at his, her wings gently moving in the cold breeze. He smiled back at her, “Thank you.” He blushed ever so slightly. He could feel her energy connection to music and could sense her love for the vibrations that resonated on the ground.
“Thank you. I am glad that I was able to make everyone so happy today.” As he said this, this sun peeked out of the clouds, sending a pillar of light around them. She giggled.
“The sun is happy too.” With that, she waved him a goodbye and made her way to join the others in the music. The music that floated on the wind were, essentially, music that the Angel Dragons and picked up from the Terra Realm, and we're merely imitating it, but it was rather fun. Puddin smiled as the weather began to clear and the party continued on.
As the sun began to set later that day, a strange new wind seemed to sweep through their tiny village. A wind of change.
Puddin began to dance to the sound of the distant music that seemed to get louder as he danced. His large ears bounced with the beat and the others began to dance with him. He was rather good at influencing others to join him, but of course, he kept his tricks to himself. As they danced, they didn't notice the band of music makers coming up to the front of the stage. When he was done dancing, the music erupted, and his job was done. Taking a deep breath, Puddin made his way down to find a place to sit. He loved his job, but it took a lot out of him.
“You’re pretty funny.” A soft voice said from behind him. He jumped up quickly and looked at a young female Dutch Angel Dragon. She was a pure white Angel Dragon, with glowing blue eyes. She smiled at his, her wings gently moving in the cold breeze. He smiled back at her, “Thank you.” He blushed ever so slightly. He could feel her energy connection to music and could sense her love for the vibrations that resonated on the ground.
“Thank you. I am glad that I was able to make everyone so happy today.” As he said this, this sun peeked out of the clouds, sending a pillar of light around them. She giggled.
“The sun is happy too.” With that, she waved him a goodbye and made her way to join the others in the music. The music that floated on the wind were, essentially, music that the Angel Dragons and picked up from the Terra Realm, and we're merely imitating it, but it was rather fun. Puddin smiled as the weather began to clear and the party continued on.
As the sun began to set later that day, a strange new wind seemed to sweep through their tiny village. A wind of change.
The next morning, the energy of the day felt darker to the vibrant Puddin. Many Dutch Angel Dragons seemed more tired, but restless. Puddin could sense that right away. Nodded his head in determination, he was going to try to change the mood of the day around. Big ears dancing with his movements and a spring in his step, Puddin started to chirp a song. As he walked down the streets and around the homes of the others, the energy of the day seemed to brighten, but things turned in a way, Puddin never expected.
Down the street, loud, distressed chirping could be heard. Three large Dutch Angel Dragons ran into the town, yelling and screaming of a fight that had broken loose. Many creatures were fighting each other and the Ancient one needed their help. This sent the peaceful village into an uproar of chirps, barks, and loud banter. Puddin carefully stepped away from the fighting. War? Why was there a war happening? His usually happy demeanor had started to fade slightly at the concept of his friends joining such a war. He knew, with confidence, that they should not fight! The bantering continued, and although he knew that he should help the Ancient One, he also felt a pull to stay from the fighting. Fighting only led to unhappiness.
With nothing more that he could do, he decided to start humming and singing again. Maybe a good tune would end this silly talk. As he started, the talking did quiet down some, but it was only for a short while. The others grouped up and started to talk amongst themselves as Puddin continued to sing. Worry was in everyone’s eyes, which determined him even more. He started to get louder and started to dance. The crowd seemed to shift with this, and merriment began to happen once more. Even the messengers joined in with the fun. Puddin smiled at his work and for many hours, the day warmed with joy.
But of course once night hit, and the party ended once more, the talk of war sprouted up again. As Puddin lied in his bed, surrounded by the many cards and jester items he owned, he heard many of the others walk past his nest and head to meet others. Sitting up, he could hear faint sounds of scuffling next to him. Quickly coming out of his nest, he saw the pure white Angel Dragon from before. He quickly made his way to her. She seemed rather tired, and stood a little ways off from the rest of the group.
“What’s going on?” He chirped to her.
She looked at him, her glowing white seemed much dimmer. “We’re going to war.”
Down the street, loud, distressed chirping could be heard. Three large Dutch Angel Dragons ran into the town, yelling and screaming of a fight that had broken loose. Many creatures were fighting each other and the Ancient one needed their help. This sent the peaceful village into an uproar of chirps, barks, and loud banter. Puddin carefully stepped away from the fighting. War? Why was there a war happening? His usually happy demeanor had started to fade slightly at the concept of his friends joining such a war. He knew, with confidence, that they should not fight! The bantering continued, and although he knew that he should help the Ancient One, he also felt a pull to stay from the fighting. Fighting only led to unhappiness.
With nothing more that he could do, he decided to start humming and singing again. Maybe a good tune would end this silly talk. As he started, the talking did quiet down some, but it was only for a short while. The others grouped up and started to talk amongst themselves as Puddin continued to sing. Worry was in everyone’s eyes, which determined him even more. He started to get louder and started to dance. The crowd seemed to shift with this, and merriment began to happen once more. Even the messengers joined in with the fun. Puddin smiled at his work and for many hours, the day warmed with joy.
But of course once night hit, and the party ended once more, the talk of war sprouted up again. As Puddin lied in his bed, surrounded by the many cards and jester items he owned, he heard many of the others walk past his nest and head to meet others. Sitting up, he could hear faint sounds of scuffling next to him. Quickly coming out of his nest, he saw the pure white Angel Dragon from before. He quickly made his way to her. She seemed rather tired, and stood a little ways off from the rest of the group.
“What’s going on?” He chirped to her.
She looked at him, her glowing white seemed much dimmer. “We’re going to war.”
The War
As the days passed, Puddin found it harder and harder to keep his cheery demeanor. Many of his friends had fallen in line with the marching of the war. They had all agreed that helping the Ancient One was much more important, and they were loyal to a fault. Puddin tried very hard to keep his normal life going, but there was more and more sadness everywhere he looked. Even the beautiful white Angel Dragon was nowhere to be found a month into this war. The more he tried to avoid, the more he realized that he was losing his companions either way. Eventually, he realized that going to war was the best way to honor his friends and who they were, and who he was. He stepped into line, and everything changed in that instant. He fought with gusto and honor with his comrades close by him.
As he fought, the ground started to crack and crumble, but he was blind to such an event. All around him, flashes of red erupted and anger filled him; a feeling that was new to him. He was terrified, yet wanted to keep going. The Ancient One was his friend and he was thankful for all that he had. He was fighting for himself, and those he loved. Suddenly, as he fought, the ground opened from below him. He, among others, fell to the human scarred war ground. Upon the fall, he could hear--and will always remember the terrible sound of bones cracking and skin tearing.
Laying in the war zone, he could sense chaos and anger seeping into him from the energy of the ground. Humans fought all around him, Angel Dragons fighting as well. He laid there in a daze and realized with great certainty, that everything he had known was gone forever. His life would never be the same. He grew angry and himself and those around him. His entire life was sapped from him! Standing, the vibrant colors of his soft fur grew dimmer, and slowly, he sunk deeper into the Abyss. Markings appeared on his body--the inner maniac coming out. He was no longer a Jester. He was the Joker.
He had begun to lose all reasoning as to why others needed to be happy. There was nothing but chaos all around. He grew to the darkness and there he learned his true potential. The Joker was born, and the Joker he would stay.
As he fought, the ground started to crack and crumble, but he was blind to such an event. All around him, flashes of red erupted and anger filled him; a feeling that was new to him. He was terrified, yet wanted to keep going. The Ancient One was his friend and he was thankful for all that he had. He was fighting for himself, and those he loved. Suddenly, as he fought, the ground opened from below him. He, among others, fell to the human scarred war ground. Upon the fall, he could hear--and will always remember the terrible sound of bones cracking and skin tearing.
Laying in the war zone, he could sense chaos and anger seeping into him from the energy of the ground. Humans fought all around him, Angel Dragons fighting as well. He laid there in a daze and realized with great certainty, that everything he had known was gone forever. His life would never be the same. He grew angry and himself and those around him. His entire life was sapped from him! Standing, the vibrant colors of his soft fur grew dimmer, and slowly, he sunk deeper into the Abyss. Markings appeared on his body--the inner maniac coming out. He was no longer a Jester. He was the Joker.
He had begun to lose all reasoning as to why others needed to be happy. There was nothing but chaos all around. He grew to the darkness and there he learned his true potential. The Joker was born, and the Joker he would stay.
Now
Many years after the war, the world started to settle, forever changed and divided. Walking through the darkness, a dim, but rather odd looking Angel Dragon roams the shadows, his laughter echoing in the minds of the innocent, or the ones who dared get too close to him. Puddin, the one who would always bring joy to others, was now the one that brought chaos and fear. He thrived off of the joy he got from seeing others go insane--his own self reflected in their eyes. He found himself still thinking about many of his past events. One Angel Dragon always came to his mind. HIs pure white friend. Where she had ended up was always a mystery. One that would forever haunt his own memory as he often haunted other people. He possessed their mind and made many people and creatures wonder such strange, and peculiar thoughts.
He sat in the darkness as if that was where that was his home. The light faded from his memory, and soon, he was left with nothing but himself in the present moment. Puddin found solace and joy in haunting others. He would never allow himself to be fully seen, but he was always in their peripherals. He was always just out of reach. As was everything else in his life. He was always out of reach of answers, of life, and of light. But soon the darkness gave him happiness--a contentedness that only he could fill. Puddin was transformed... transformed into an Abyssal Dutch Angel Dragon.
He sat in the darkness as if that was where that was his home. The light faded from his memory, and soon, he was left with nothing but himself in the present moment. Puddin found solace and joy in haunting others. He would never allow himself to be fully seen, but he was always in their peripherals. He was always just out of reach. As was everything else in his life. He was always out of reach of answers, of life, and of light. But soon the darkness gave him happiness--a contentedness that only he could fill. Puddin was transformed... transformed into an Abyssal Dutch Angel Dragon.
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