Ignatius Burningshard #RotFPhotoContest1

Over three months ago Eric made a grim bargain with black magic users for the restoration of his hand bitten off by the unhinged werewolf Haley Jackson. The transplanted hand of the deceased vampire Lillith had been grafted onto the stump of his arm by the deal struck that night to allow for time so that his body could accept the limb, fae accelerated healing transforming it into his own and finally the dark magic purged from his system. That night’s sudden infusion of dark unnatural magic into the fae had triggered a violent reaction by his body. Plunging into a pit of lava to recover from the ordeal of the ritual Eric’s body had grown black dragon scales as a reaction to protect himself from the dark magic. It seemed that time had come. The profane taint left on his body had taken over three months to purge and now gone the scales were apparently no longer necessary.

 

A few more moments of agony as the dark carapace that had covered Eric’s body was molted showing the noble fae to his True Form. Standing up he felt strong, wiser after his suffering. He could sense Winter was waning. He could feel the Summer in the coming months growing nearer by the second and for the first time in a long time he smiled in the pure warmth of sunshine as he was revealed Ignatius Burningshard, Noble of the Seelie Court, current King of the Hawthorne Gleann.

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