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Name : Kurogh Maeldunvok (Pronounced Kuu-Rog)
Gender : Male
Age : 458 (At time of death)
Species : Kurosian dragon
Breed : Shire
Relations : Feuriah’s mate, Sire of Voteil and Cynder, brother of Asiirha
Parents : Sire – Maeldun Dam – Elaida
Element : Fear
Desired Voice Actor : Joel Edgerton

Personality : Very abrasive and cocky of his strength, Kurogh didn’t get along with anyone. He’d much rather prove his strength and earn respect that way instead of using the art of conversation. However, it didn’t make him stupid. Kurogh was one of the most efficient, lethal Warlords in Kurosian History, his tactics and techniques were brilliant to a destructive scale. He was a master of his element, Fear, but the one thing Kurogh feared most was losing power, and death. It was hard to hold a meaningful conversation with Kurogh; if it didn’t entail praising himself or war, he made it clear he didn’t care. Selfish (to an extent), boastful, and incredibly demanding. He was a firm believer of the Purple Dragon Prophecy, and was Malefor’s most loyal follower. He felt above most typical Kurosian customs and beliefs, feeling he could lead the way to a better, more powerful, feared, and pure Kurosian race.

History : Despite the fact Kurogh was the last Kurosian king, little is known about his youth. His father was sire to many, many offspring, and did not see anything special about Kurogh enough to take part in his life. Kurogh’s mother was strict in teaching Kurogh war tactics and fighting techniques, enrolling him in specific schools far earlier than most would attend. While it was common that most males wouldn’t aid in raising young (especially after the first few clutches) Kurogh wanted to be the apple of his father’s eye, and grew incredibly jealous when he realized Asiirha was the trophy child, not him. His brother was born with black bones, such a trait is nearly holy to the Kurosian people and it left Kurogh in Asiirha’s shadow. Angry, Kurogh did everything he could to prove himself stronger, and better than his brother in every way; but always fell short to the point his own father rarely remembered his name. 

The fear dragon’s strength and cunning accelerated him through the ranks, becoming one of the youngest appointed Warlords in the Kurosian Court. When Feuriah first arrived in Kurosia, it was Kurogh that suggested war upon Warfang.

When King Burdohk died, Kurogh tried to become king right away. However, Queen Athrenna kept defeating him year after year. Only after her death did he automatically gain the crown. No female could match his skills, most of them dying at his jaws, until Feuriah battled him and became his Queen.

The very first cycle, Kurogh insisted that he and his Queen produce offspring. Most would wait quite a few  cycles before reproducing, but Kurogh wanted a legacy. Feuriah agreed, and their first child was born; Voteil. But, during her time of pregnancy, Malefor arrived through the Veil of Darkness claiming to be their savior, with Asiirha and his wife Roxandara. Kurogh, having been a firm believer of the purple dragon prophecy, at once bowed to Malefor and swore his allegiance, while Feuriah was cautious. This was only the beginning of the King and Queen’s hate for each other.

Kurogh obeyed Malefor’s every word. After Voteil’s birth, and his soothsaying abilities were revealed, Malefor immediately disliked the child and told Kurogh that the child was a curse. Kurogh believed him, listening to Malefor as the purple dragon assured him they would need warrior children to lead the final wars against Skylands. Kurogh then demanded that Feuriah resent their son, but of course, the Queen lashed back venomously. To keep her rebellious thoughts and plans hidden, Feuriah agreed to participate in the next breeding cycle to placate him. 

However, during Feuriah’s second pregnancy, Kurogh became reclusive. He spent most of his time with Malefor and his closest most loyal followers. He grew more and more angry with his brother, Asiirha, and shortly after Feuriah gave birth to Cynder’s clutch, became incredibly paranoid about his position as king and furture overlord once Malefor encased the universe in eternal darkness. (( Related Post )) The night Feuriah snuck away to meet with Eon and the Skylanders, Kurogh was nowhere to be seen.

Kurogh’s body was later found by Feuriah during the last hours of Kurosia’s life. He was among their smashed eggs, his throat viciously torn out and his body mangled. 

When Feuriah returned as the Lost Queen over 100 years later, she immediately blocked access to the Royal Hatchery and hid it away. Underlings have stories about walking by the hidden door, hearing faint roars of anguish and hatred from the wall. 

Facts :

  • Kurogh originally found Feuriah very attractive and a worthy mate. While their personalities clashed and he grew distasteful of her, he’d still get jealous when others grew interested
  • Absolutely hated the word ‘moist’
  • Kurogh was one of the warlords that helped organize the raid on Warfang, and originally was very distrustful of Feuriah. Her loyalty and ruthlessness after the war gained her interest from him.
  • Loved snakes, and often had many enslaved snake people work for him. Rattle Shake claims that his grandfather was one of the snakemen enslaved by Kurogh, thus Shake’s dislike of Kuros.
  • Had very cute, squeaky sneezes that he would often ignore or pretend didn’t happen
  • Kurogh fought Eon face to face countless times, but the portal master always beat him. One such battle is rumored to have been so intense, that one of Eon’s spells clashed with Kurogh’s attacks and unknowingly created the alternate universe of “Mirror of Mystery”. Because of his many battles with Kurogh, Eon was almost reluctant to make Cynder a Skylander; but did so anyway for her heroic deeds, and his own personal guilt.

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He felt the king before he heard him. Somewhere in the floors below, Kurogh was carving an infuriated path through the castle on his way to find Asiirha. The former Shadow Guardian lounged on one of the balconies for the Kurosian ruler, putting the final touches on a message to one of the generals. With a slamming of heavy doors, Kurogh finally arrived on the terrace, snapping orders to his guards and the guards assigned to watch over Asiirha while his guard was down. 

Assassination attempts had been much more frequent of late; Maeldun himself had been killed a mere week before, and the armies were still reeling from the shock. When Asiirha finally deigned to glance up from his work, he wasn’t surprised that Kurogh had more than a dozen guards crawling on the balcony, one even wriggling under his writing desk and disturbing his documents.

“Really, Majesty, is this necessary?” he asked, raising a brow ridge as he organized his papers. The King snarled, his eyes snapping with barely contained fury, and Asiirha only raised his brow ridge a fraction higher. “So good of you to come, Sir. And so good of you to bring this much….company.”

"You know damn well as I do that I must take every precaution necessary, Black Bones,” Kurogh growled. There was a spark of pain in his eyes, but it was gone just as soon as Asiirha caught sight of it, the hardened glare of an arrogant monarch back in it’s place. “That amndoch Clochvok got himself killed by being careless in directing his guards. I won’t let that mistake repeat itself.”

“Be that as it may,” Asiirha said, shooting a glare down at the dragon under his desk, “if you would please have this one come out from under my desk. I assure you, no assassins have been perched there for the past three hours.”

"Three hours?!” the king spluttered. “Dammit, we’re practically at war with those dirt-blooded peasants in Warfang! Don’t you have more pressing matters to attend to? Like I do, and have been seeing to since sunrise!”

"How tragic, that you should be held accountable to the responsibilities befitting your station,” Asiirha said, with a tongue-curling yawn. He let out a tired sigh and snatched the guard by the collar of his armor, hauling him out from under his desk as the smaller dragon yelped. “You will cease your fruitless search, young drake. I appreciate your enthusiasm, but I am quite a busy drakkon.”

“A-aye, sir,” the guard said, shaking in Asiirha’s grasp. The younger dragon’s knees were still knocking when he was released. Asiirha watched him, recalling that the boy’s sire had just been killed during a griffon skirmish, when he realized Kurogh was speaking again.

“How dare you speak to me like that?!” the king scoffed. Asiirha snorted softly, as he began to put his papers and writing utensils in a pile, clearing his space to leave. Clearly this meeting with Kurogh would go nowhere, as usual. “How tragic, that you still seem in denial about speaking to me as befits my station, and yours.” The king turned away from Asiirha, looking bored, his tail swinging and knocking the writing desk over ‘nonchalantly.’ The larger Shire sighed again, more bemused than anything by Kurogh’s temper tantrum. But the king’s next words made his blood burn with barely restrained fury. “Such impudence, for one that can hardly call himself a Kuros. You spent so much of your life away from us, I’m almost offended you still claim to be a Shire!”

While attacking the king was absolutely against every law written, giving him a reality check was not against any laws. Asiirha sank into the bricks under his claws, becoming one with the shadows, passing through Kurogh’s and making his black heart stop for a moment. When he rose from the shadows again, Asiirha stood in front of Kurogh, almost nose-to-nose with the younger dragon. The king jerked his head back, almost stumbling on his ass in front of the guards and Asiirha, but caught himself, not allowing that humiliation to be seen.

"Careful, Todthair,” he said, his voice low enough that the guards couldn’t overhear them. “Remember who always bested you when you decided to pick a fight with me. You may be my king, but I would not dishonor you by holding back to respect your station and the apparent value of your life.”

”Apparent value? You’re lucky Malefor calls you his Right Hand, whelp, or I’d cut you down for treason!” Kurogh snarled, though he’d lowered his voice as well. “I am worth ten of you. Black bones or not, you were sold to the Fear dragons! They bought you, Maeldun sold you to them so that we could form an alliance with them, and they would stop complaining about us ‘stealing their magic.’ You’re nothing but the marriage cock Roxandara stuffs herself with, the bridge built to make them ours.”

"We’ll cease this childish bickering for now, else we’ll come to blows,” Asiirha sneered, baring his teeth at Kurogh. He whipped his tail hard against the bricks they stood on, sending sparks flying. “You’re just pissed because I wasn’t around to conduct business for you with the foreign dignitaries, aren’t you?”

“You could have at least showed up to help greet them.”

"I was organizing the lessons for the drakkas and drakes in the rookery, like you are supposed to do.”

"Pah,” Kurogh snorted, curling his lip in disgust. “That’s women’s work. Leave it to the queen, she’ll take care of it.”

“There is no such thing as ‘women’s work’ in Kurosia, Majesty,” Asiirha said. “The only ‘work’ a woman must do is lay her eggs when she’s heavy with clutch, and it is not ‘work.’ More like a near death experience that one must survive. And I’d like to see you attempt that feat. Not even you, O Great King, could do the only real ‘women’s work,’ as you so elegantly put it.”

"Ever the forward thinker, as usual,” Kurogh said, rolling his eyes. “Fine then. You were busy teaching the whelps to do what? Write, read? Useless. Teach them only how to fight and defend themselves. They’re useless to me if they cannot all be soldiers.”

“Are you listening to yourself, Kurogh?!” Asiirha asked, his jaw dropping open in surprise. “They’re children! The only thing any of them should be thinking about is play and learning how to behave respectfully!”

"The only way any of them will be useful is if they can fight, and kill,” Kurogh snarled. He jabbed a claw in Asiirha’s face. “And the next time you speak to me in such a familiar way, to hell with Malefor’s edict. I will have your tongue, cut and served to me for dinner, roasted with a side of bogil’viluin.”

"You’re mad,” Asiirha said, shaking his head. Kurogh grinned, a nasty, cruel expression that was more like a uka baring it’s teeth at him from the dark.

“No,” he said, “you just went soft after trying to ‘convert’ the dragons of Warfang.” He tossed his head, lifting his chin regally. “Coddling that wyrm the queen calls my son isn’t helping you remember that you’re supposed to be a heartless bastard, either.”

“…you do not deserve him.”

“What?!”

“You do not deserve that boy,” Asiirha said, his voice lacking any emotion. The mumbling of the guards went utterly still, a thick, horrible silence filling it’s place. Kurogh’s eyes went wide, with anger and fear, and the fear was not from his power. It was fear of Asiirha, and Asiirha loved it. “You do not deserve the honor of being the sire of a Seuth.” A rumbling growl came deep from his chest, punctuating his words as he continued. “That boy is a gift to the people. And you treat him like he is a half breed. Like he isn’t a drake at all. Voteil will never be king, or a great warrior, but he will lead the people into an era that will see them all thrive. And you, Your Highness, do not deserve the honor of even sharing blood with him.”

“You…you mutrach’bachtein!” Kurogh spat, muzzle tight in a snarl of his own. “How dare you?! That’s it, I’ve had it. I’m telling Feuriah you are never to speak to that pathetic little worm again! You love him so damn much, see how you like it when I take away your private lessons with the screeching little brat!!”

"If you think for one damn second that Her Majesty will listen to you, you’re thrice the fool I ever thought you were.” Asiirha turned away from Kurogh, making his way to the balcony doors.

“Don’t you turn your back to me, Asiirha! I’m not finished with you!”

"Oh, but I’m finished with you,” Asiirha ground out. “Oh. And before I forget:

"You don’t deserve The Queen, either.”

At that, and as soon as Asiirha’s personal guards swooped in, he made his exit. It was the last time he would speak to the king.

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From the desk of Asiirha Cnámhdubh:

Dear Feuriah,

Your king insisted I send all progress reports on your son’s intellectual growth to your study. I’m sure he’s already given you quite the attempted tongue lashing for my ‘attack on his behavior.’ I don’t think I need to tell you your mate is an idiot, but I thought I should tell you the short version of what I let Kurogh hear.

Voteil is a gift. He is a precious boy and should always be treated as such. The fact that Kurogh shows such blatant distaste and disgust that his first born is a Seuth is insulting to the honor of having a Seuth for a son; Kurogh should be ashamed, and I think that under his arrogant response to my tongue lashing, he was.

Voteil is healthy as ever, as you see when you do not leave him in my care. Again, I thank you for the privilege of allowing me to instruct the boy in politics, sciences and history when you have all of Kurosia’s finest scholars to choose from; I am humbled and surely, blessed by some god or another.

And despite Kurogh’s insistence that he is a ‘scrawny, no-good weakling,’ Voteil shows promise in physical combat training. He is far removed from the sickly, fearful whelp his sire assumes he is. The only perceived weakness Voteil might have is…well, how very potent and convincing his dreams are.

You and I both discussed this at length, but his dreams and night terrors are as frequent as ever. At first he didn’t want to tell me about his dreams; I think the lad wanted to impress me. But his demeanor and his obvious relation to yourself plus his razor sharp wit from our first meeting impressed me beyond words. He truly has no need for trying to prove himself to me; perhaps you should convey this to him, somehow. But back to the dreams.

They aren’t…troubling, persey. Not in the way one might think. He has of course, spelled out certain doom for some that have come to pass. Though their fates were well deserved, I’m sure you know of whom I speak. Traitorous bastards. Most of the time, however, his explanations and his immediate outcries when he wakes from his night terrors and dreams are sadly incoherent, even to me. He has spoken in certain tongues I do not understand, and when asked, he says he doesn’t know those languages. There is more to the nature of Seuth than either of us or the combined knowledge of all our libraries can tell, though I will work with the lad to try and form new studies that might help future generations understand.

…’Riah, I must confess this. You have asked in the past why Roxandara and I have yet to have a clutch…and I told you a lie. Roxandara doesn’t want children; we aren’t waiting; and on top of all of that, one of us (or both) is sterile. Our mating is not a happy one, as you have seen; we blame each other for our inability to produce young. I fear that I shall never have a clutch, not unless myself or Roxandara had outside help. And that will never come to pass; Roxandara is disgusted by all males of any species (besides Malefor), and she is fiercely protective of ‘her territory.’ Which is to say, she is fiercely protective and territorial of me. I so much as glance at another female and she’ll try to slap me senseless.

I bring this up because you must know…if I were ever to have a son, I would be the luckiest dragon in all of creation if he was half as good and precious as your Voteil is. You are so very lucky to have him. And he is incredibly fortunate to have you.

Sincerely,
Your Friend, Asiirha

skylanderwishes Mod: So I had this idea in my head and it wouldn’t leave me alone. STORY TIME. This is just a fan-story to go with the fanart I drew, it is in NO WAY canon at all.

Basically the story is an illustration into what an egotistical little shit Reave is, and how little Asiirha cares for his bullshit. It takes time before Kurosia’s Fall, and Asiirha is a human because the Arkeyans won’t make deals with the dragons while they’re in dragon form or something.

***

Reave couldn’t believe his luck. Not only had his time travel spell worked, he’d also managed to gain an audience with the Arkeyan Emperor himself!! All he had to do now was secure a strong alliance with the Emperor, and he would be set for life. In the present time for himself, he would be richer than the king of thieves, with insurmountable power at his fingertips. He would—

Something large brushed past him. Reave’s normally confident stride halted awkwardly, and he caught himself before spilling forward onto his face. Anger welled up in him, and once he’d collected himself and assured his ego that his wardrobe and hair were all in place, he approached the figure who had so rudely bumped into him.

“Excuse me, sir,” he snapped, jabbing the other man’s back with two fingers. He winced inwardly when he felt hard leather underneath, and wasn’t surprised when the other person didn’t stop; they probably hadn’t felt the prodding at all. With a huff, Reave doubled his step until he was standing directly in front of the tall figure. “Do you realize who you just bumped into?!”

Reave was shocked to find himself staring up into the hard, unfeeling gaze of another man. The long black hair had tricked him briefly into thinking he was possibly addressing one of the tall Arkeyan women; but instead, he found himself glaring up into the very masculine face of another human male. Another glance told him that maybe this one wasn’t so human after all.

What man stood at almost seven feet in height? What man could sport pointed ears? And what man of his dark skin complexion could have such virulent green eyes? Reave huffed in consternation at being proven wrong at every assumption, and folded his arms across his chest.

"Well? I’m waiting!”

“…waiting for what, if I may ask?” the other man asked. His voice instantly reminded Reave of the distant snarls of thunder of a storm approaching; deep and smooth, it’s echos promising something louder and possibly violent. Even still there was an undercurrent of something…other about him, and his senses told him that this older male humanoid was a being made entirely of evil.

“An…an apology, of course,” Reave said, stammering and having to find his voice again. Once the presence of the man began to sink in, he felt his confidence waiver, but he didn’t let it flag. He puffed out his chest and pulled a haughty pose, thrusting his chin out at the man. “For so rudely bumping into me on my way to have an audience with the Emperor.”

“Funny,” the other man said. He scratched at his chin idly, clearly not bothered by Reave’s presence at all, which infuriated him all the more. “I seem to recall my audience with the Emperor was going to take up the entire day.”

“What?!” Reave blurted out, throwing one arm out in fury. “Cleary you’re mistaken, you giant dolt! I am to speak with His Imperial Majesty right this moment, and was told so by his steward!”

"The little blue elf with the patch over his eye? Hanging out around the eastern gates?”

“Y…yes. How did you know?”

“Asked for a silver piece so he could send the message along without delay?”

“…how on all of Skylands did you kn—”

“You’ve been tricked, lad,” the man said, curling a lip. Reave jumped when he saw black teeth in the man’s mouth, recoiling in a mixture of disgust and shock. “And for all that, you’ll be kicked out of the palace now. I had hoped to warn you the guards have been tailing you since your ridiculous entrance, but you ignored me each time I called for you.”

“Th…this…no, you’re wrong,” Reave said, curling his lip in a scowl right back at the man. “My father is a Portal Master in control of VAST amounts of pure evil!! I am—”

The man snorted as he shouldered past him and continued walking down the long hallway. Reave gaped after him in shock as the aforementioned guards grabbed him by the shoulders and arm, and the tall, green eyed man glanced back at him.

“Am I supposed to be impressed?”

Weirdlanders Mod : SWEET BABY JEBUS THIS IS AWESOME, You freakn got Reave’s personality down pat, omg Koof you beautiful fart you ❤

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From the desk of Asiirha Cnámhdubh:

Dear Gaea,
I must admit, though I am deeply appreciative of your hospitality, I do wish that we could have these conversations in person. It’s been too long since I’ve seen or been in the company of another dragon. You were very engaging when last we spoke in the flesh, as were your children. Give them my regards, and I hope that Balteus finds the seas pleasant and that his school never go without an empty belly of fish.

Before I respond to your latest query about my upbringing in Kurosia, I’ll inform you first on the state of your pest problem. The wyrm population has lessened some, but I fear that they are nearing another spawn season. I would suggest speaking to the Poison flock, perhaps have them work together with the Electricity Patriarch, and construct explosive poison traps that I can lay in their catacombs. Enclosed in the letter is a rough diagram of something I believe might work.

Now, I believe in your last letter, you voiced interest in hearing about my family. More specifically, my parents. I understand your interest. I recall Lai-Chen telling me about your strange family dynamic, and I extend my deepest apologies for the poor treatment you received at your surrogate mother’s claws, and that of her clan.

As far as my parents go, I knew them about as well as any other Kurosian whelp would know their parents. We did not receive special treatment from our sires and dams in our society, as we believed that it takes a village to raise a child. However, we do form bonds close to our mothers in our youth, and my sire took a keen interest in my upbringing.

Ciar Credohmain (KEER credge-oh-MEEN) was my dam. Much like you in that her element affinity was Earth, making her a Brokt. Her full name meant ‘Dark deep stone,’ and she lived up to that. Ciar was much slimmer than most of the Brokt females were, but was no shrinking violet when it came to combat or defending her honor. It was rare for a Brokt to be enlisted as an assassin, but Ciar was trained in secret from a young age to be just that. She was called, from time to time, ‘Burdohk’s Arrow,’ and she never missed her mark.

As a mother, Ciar was wonderful. I was her only child, and although I was not spoiled as I have heard only children can be, she was a nurturing and caring mother. Her first priority for much of her life was to the King, but later, I became her number one priority. Though young, she had joined the late King Burdohk’s army at an early age, and served on into Kurogh’s reign, and that ensured that I was often surrounded by Kurosian politics at a young age. My mother was devastated when she heard that I would be betrothed to the Fear Clan’s future Matriarch, but saw the political benefits in it. Still, she missed me dearly, and instilled in me a desire to treat all females with the highest respect. But also to never underestimate how powerful and dangerous they can be.

Maeldun Clockvok (mwel-DOON clock-vock) was my sire, and a formidable Shire by all accounts. Growing up I heard that I more closely resembled my sire than my dam, to the point that I could have been his twin brother in my adult years. I easily outgrew him in my adolescence, but from the day I met him ‘til the day I heard of his passing, I had a healthy fear of the man.

Maeldun was one of the highest ranking Generals in the Kurosian armies. I heard rumors that he was one of the illegitimate sons of the king before Burdohk, and he would kill any who were foolish enough to call him a ‘bastard.’ Despite his short stature, Maeldun was incredibly skilled in battle, and one of the strongest Kuros I’ve ever laid eyes on.

Maeldun had bred with many females in his time, and according to records I used to pour over, he’d brought at least five dozen clutches into being. But I was his last child, and I was the one he took the closest interest in. Socially it is not common, and perhaps even frowned upon, for a sire to take interest in his child, but as you know, my birth was very special. He wanted to ensure that I would live to adulthood, and have a good head on my shoulders. He instilled in me my deep love of academia, as he was one of the brightest minds in the King’s court. He was stern and relentless, but never cruel to me.

However, it was Maeldun who hatched the plan to betroth me to Roxandara. For years, the Kuros had been attempting to either conquer or wipe out the Fear dragons, and their close allies, the Poison dragons. They had been selling their warriors and poisons to the Arkeyans for decades, which in their hands, proved to be fatal to far too many of our kin. Finally, Maeldun saw a window: word had spread throughout Skylands that the Fear Patriarch’s daughter was coming of age, and needed a future husband to help her lead the flock. I was offered, as a peace offering and a bartering chip to secure the Aryos’s and the Paros’s loyalty. The Fear Patriarch accepted the terms, and a treaty was signed, as well as my ‘marriage license,’ if you will.

Maeldun could not know what his actions would cause. Rumors abounded that he was killed by one of the Arkeyan’s last vials of the Paros poison, and it is my firm belief that his death left Kurogh much more vulnerable to be swayed in Malefor’s favor.

You must understand, Gaea, that while we are bringers of darkness, that does not make all of us inherently evil. Ask any Kuros if they have a scrap of good in them, and they will deny it. But both my sire and dam taught me that while we normally do not have it in us to be a ‘good guy,’ there are times when the Kurosians were capable of great acts of kindness. Yes, they made mistakes; and yes, my people made mistakes, most notably Kurogh. But my people were strong, and they had a sense of purpose that was unlike any others. I am very proud to call myself a Kuros, even if I am a traitor to my slaughtered people….

Signed,
Asiirha Cnámhdubh

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Character Name : Asiirha (AH-Sear-HAH)
Nicknames: Inky
Gender : Male
Age : Unknown, Ancient Dragon  
Species : Kurosian Dragon 
Relationships : Separated from first mate
Children : The Wyrm Matriarch
Role: Anti-Villain (has committed incredibly villainous acts, against his will, gaining himself a villain’s reputation)
Nationality : Born and raised in Kurosia
Homeworld : Unknown
Element : Dark Magic – Specializes in Shadow Magic: Imitating other Elements, traveling through shadows, and completely cloaking himself in them to remain hidden to the naked eye

Personality : Passionate, Honorable, Stoic, Confident, and Calm. Once an Overseer of Shadow in Warfang, it is said that his true personality shines through when he is surrounded by whelps: not a kinder individual among the Kurosians can be seen. He has in him a great deal of conflict, due to wanting to ensure the prosperity and unity of his people with all other Dragonkind, and occasionally has bouts of great anger that can wipe out entire armies.

Backstory

Asiirha was raised among royalty, side-by-side with the future king and his rookery mates. He is a rarity amongst the Shire, born with ‘Obsidian Kurosian Metal,’ a mark of a great and powerful Shadowmancer amongst their kind. Thus he is trained, and he is also feared. At an early age, he does not understand this, and lived the normal life of a child in Kurosia. It is not until he reaches the early days of his teenaged years that he began to grasp the gravity of his position, and how utterly he is feared and respected.

It is on the eve of this realization that he is betrothed. Unlike most of his kind, who would battle prospective mates to near-death, Asiirha’s birth is cause for special circumstances. He is intended to marry the future Matriarch of Fear, one of the rarest elements in all of Skylands, and he is whisked away for decades to be raised by her side.

Ruxandara was a bitter and quiet girl. She does not make any attempts at being his friend, or even trying to like him at all. Asiirha, to his part, attempted to make things easier for her. He was nothing but kind to her, and she is nothing but cruel, and nasty. When she wasn’t either of those she ignored him, so he turned instead to getting to know her people.

The Fear Dragons, or the ‘Aryos’ as they called themselves, were also a proud and strict people. But they relied on their powers rather than carving a path through the world via battle in order to gain respect from others, though their violence is close second in Dragon Society by the Kuros’. He never quite befriended any of them, but became a point of fascination for them, as their powers could not affect him. Some accredited it to his ‘Obsidian Bones,’ others to the fact that his intended was the future Matriarch.

While some in Kurosia would have relished their mix of fear and respect for him, their awe instead displeased him. He did not want to have their respect because of his power, or the lack of power they held over him. Instead, he wanted to earn it, and to befriend other dragons of like minds.

It is this train of thought that eventually leads him to ask his fiance to travel Skylands with him. She eventually agrees, longing to find a way out of her marriage somewhere beyond her people, and so they travel together. During their travels they meet another rare Elemental dragon: Atropine, leader of the Poison flock. He joined them on their trek, until they eventually came to Warfang.

The alliance between the Kuros and those of Warfang was tentative at best. But Asiirha’s demeanor and his two allies, dragons those in Warfang had never before witnessed, granted them entry. Over the years the three formed bonds within the city, gaining enough respect through deeds rather than birth. Eventually, they were asked to join The Guardians, as Overseers of their own Elements. Asiirha and his comrades accepted, and that was the beginning of the end.

Asiirha eventually betrayed Warfang to join Malefor, and was banished from their good graces. They were given shelter in Kurosia, but Asiirha found he could not enjoy his homecoming. Though he and Ruxandara were wed, his true heart remained in Warfang, held unbeknownst even to his love, in the talons of the Wind Guardian’s niece. Ruxandara used the powers she had accumulated over the years to seal him to her side, to curse him so that he could not do that which was not her will.

And so it was that he betrayed not only those in Warfang, but also his own kind.

Malefor and his Apes, as well as Ruxandara and Atropine’s peoples, attacked Kurosia, wiping out all of the Black Dragons. But Malefor turned on the Overseers in a final act of dominance, though once Ruxandara was murdered, and her hold on him broken, Asiirha fled to The King and Queen’s castle. It was there that he found The Queen in a destroyed nest, weeping over the loss of her children. He begged her to leave with the survivors, eventually dragging her away from the betrayal he could not bring himself to admit to.

During their escape, he fled, unable to face his shame and self-loathing, placing himself into self-exile. None yet know where he resides, though it is clear he punishes himself greatly….

Malefor and Asiirha

Truth be told, there was not much of a relationship between the undead dragon king and Asiirha. Even during those early days, Asiirha was under Ruxandara’s control, and all of his interactions with Malefor were at her whim. During the murder of the Puros and Aryos leaders, however, Asiirha managed to mortally wound Malefor, and it’s rumored that the Purple Dragon never walked the same way again.

The Lost Queen and Asiirha

A great deal of guilt surrounds Asiirha about The Lost Queen. Not only did he betray his own people, but he ultimately was the cause of the death of her unborn children. If he had resisted, even the slightest bit, one or more of his kin could have broken her spell….

And her whelps would have survived.

When she was first brought back to Kurosia, Asiirha was wone of those tasked with introducing her to their laws and moral code. Five decades older than her, he looked to her like he did any of the younger dragons, though she held a special place in his mind and heart from day one. For he understood what it was like to grow up being treated differently, and understood the anger she held in her heart from being treated thus.

He was witness to her Mating Fight with Kurogh, and there to help them both tend to their wounds after they were declared fit to be mates. Asiirha confessed to her, teasingly, if he had not been mated, he might have challenged her himself, and congratulates her on claiming a place as Kurogh’s Queen.

It is in him that she now and then confides her mistrust of Malefor, and he is unable to do anything but scoff at her suspicions, despite his own sinking feeling that Malefor will turn against them. Under Ruxandara’s control, he can do nothing but wave off her fears, and tell her she is ‘being silly,’ though she is doing anything but.

After he flees the punishment from her he knows he deserves, Asiirha watches her now and then through Shadow Scrying, and desperately loathes himself for how deeply he has wounded Kurosia’s Last Queen.

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Asiirha has been around for a looong time now. Originally, he was either my idea for Malefor’s dad or Cynder’s. It wasn’t until weirdiehyenas (aka weirdlanders ) came up with her Kurosian Lore that he really got a lot of depth.

But it wasn’t until I gave him a Skylanders counterpart that his Legend of Spyro story was given even MORE depth and life.