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Arca was the bustling capitol of Serendipity, which was arguably also the magic capitol of the world. No other country embraced the bizarre and unusual quite like this diverse and marvelous place. That of course also depended on your definition of bizarre and unusual. Well, perhaps La'marri was just as open and accepting of the strange, but that was more city-state than actual country. That place too had its charms, but it was here in Serendipity that one lonely soul found the most solace. Though even that small comfort was incomplete and a mere salve on a grievous wound.
Especially since the population was widely human. Brilliant, ingenious,
odd humans with colorful hair and eyes and skin and magic bespeaking heavy fae ancestry, but still humans. Creatures that seemed to have a natural penchant for ostracizing anything not also of their own kind. Maybe they weren't quite as discriminating as, say, Connlaoth, a place in which someone like him would find hostility and suspicion, but even here he knew he would never truly fit in. He couldn't bring himself to blame them. Had not his own kind preferred to keep to themselves? They had not mingled greatly with humans or fae or even other species of dragon.
That isolation had probably been his people's undoing. When the hunters had come in ever greater numbers there own guardians, like him, had simply not been enough. Who could they have turned to for help? No one. It was odd, humans had wiped out the population of his people in their greed, but still he couldn't find ill-will towards them, even in his broken heart. Somehow these small, seemingly weak beings had faced mighty dragons head-on and had
won. Their tenacity was to be admired, and their callousness feared.
Still, maybe it wasn't so odd that he harbored no hatred of them now. The Great Hunt had ended years and years ago now, before some of the current nations had even been idealized. Those humans responsible were long dead and buried, and so were many, many generations of their descendants. It would be unfair and irrational to hold a grudge against those so young and new to the world that their grandparents had even forgotten the old tales. He wondered if the world even remembered his kind. Oh they remembered
dragons to be sure, but Ellanari Sky Dragons? Those were but a long faded myth.
Sighing Tatsu rested his head back against the cool stone, he was perched atop a stone wall overlooking a small, private garden. One of the university gardens, if he wasn't mistaken. His back rested against the side of the building the wall was attached to, with one leg drawn up and bent at the knee, hands clasped together around it and the other leg dangled freely over the edge, swinging slightly in an idle motion.
In a human form, he stood six and near another half a foot, with a willowy, almost gangly frame, though every bit of him was corded in solid, lean muscle wrapped in pale skin. Silver hair with a slightly iridescent ice blue sheen when the light touched it at just the right angle was just short enough not to be able to be pulled back in a ponytail. So it hung messily about his head, falling in his intensely pale blue eyes.
Garbed in shining blue and silver armor from neck to boots, he probably looked something of a mercenary, or maybe a soldier. Outwardly he supposed he at least passed for human, after all, Serendipity was used to people with unusual coloring. Being able to blend in on the surface was good, but after so long he still found himself struggling to assimilate fully to human culture or life. Too many of their behaviors didn't make sense to him, and they just didn't think the same way much of the time.
The weather was pleasant, but the day was far too quiet, and dare he say,
boring. Though he smiled faintly at the thought that had be been home, his
true home, that this was probably almost exactly how he would have spent his day anyway. Though he'd have been in his real form, and surrounded by his own kind, instead of humans.
