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                                                 The great beast Azureth began simply as a cruel misfit of science. Spawned by 
the hands of men, seeming almost as a malevolent joke as he hatched from his egg 
clad with scales and feathers alike. They sought to combine the ancient power of 
the dragon, the fierce and commanding lord of the skies- with the gentle agility 
of a bird, who darts about the sky as though it were his playground. Such human 
magicians could not believe that their own work had created such a creature, 
they waited patiently to train him for their own ends. 
 
Soon, they discovered that this poor, tormented mutant of two noble creatures 
was hardly as strong or quick as they had hoped, and all were sorely 
dissapointed in him. They held a council, the regent wizards of the land and the 
mighty kings. They agreed they would release him into the wild, and let the 
forces of nature deal with him as is appropriate. 
 With neither instinct nor skill to guide him, Azureth stumbled into the 
forest world like a beacon- shimmering blue scales about his body, and the 
radiant blue feathers of his wings. There was no safety from his predators 
unless he took to the sky, almost blending into the endless sea of clouds and 
air. With time on his side, from his almost eternally long lifespawn of his 
dragon blood, he learned to become one of the predators. 
 Over the decades he earned a name for himself in the world of men, they knew 
of Azureth and the forest which he called his own. They did not seek to tread in 
his land, though no tales were known of him killing men for the crime of 
trespassing. He did not have a hoard of treasure as other dragons, nor did he 
welcome travelers openly like the mystic birds of stories. He sat alone in his 
realm, knowing only the solace of the sky to envelop his unnatural beauty. 
 However, his apathy towards men may have proved to be his own death. Greedy 
knights with visions of grandeur came to his lair, their eyes flashing with 
unjustified hatred for this beast that was neither threat nor help. They figured 
he would be an easier kill than a full blooded dragon, and they all came as 
though in a line. Once Azureth had freed himself from one knight, the next would 
come in line with his emblem flying high beside him. They wore him down, and he 
began to wonder if death was not better than a life being hunted and shunned 
from jealousy and hatred alike. 
 Even with his will to live diminished, he fought. He knew that to give up his 
own life to the greed of men was a sin that even a creature created by greed 
could not allow. The day came, though, when a whole cavalry arrived to his lair, 
wielding spears for his scales and wicked arrows for his wings. Though he tried, 
he could not fight them all, and he was killed, his scales fluttering off his 
body like a splash of bluest water. His feathers tore from his wings as he 
thrashed wildly, unable to believe that the vicious men who birthed him now 
sought to kill him for nothing beyond their own glory. 
 They burnt his remains. But the ashes stirred. They swirled around and crept 
upwards, compelled by nature to reassemble themselves. He was not a mutant of 
science, he was a noble creature deserving of life and happiness. He rose from 
his own ashes, born again from the life which he wasted, alive in his newfound 
natural state. From the bosom of the land, he emerged anew, his scales flashing 
ever more brightly, his feathered wings ever more magnificent for he was now 
born of nature, and he knew no angst. 
 He took to the skies, ashes falling from him as he rose, trailing behind him 
the misgiven life of pain and apathy. When the men looked up high, they saw his 
glory and might, he was alive again after death. He was truly lord, now, and the 
men who had killed him fled to the farthest ends of the world they knew. He was 
the protector of his forest, not a lonely creature who had forsaken his duties 
due to his own confusion. He was the grand Azureth, and those who spoke his name 
spoke it with awe. 
 He is Azureth, the protector, the beast of unparalled beauty and valor- born 
solely of Mother Nature's blood into the world.   |