Location: Tigereye Peak
Born 3 years, 10 months ago
Color: Silver Laced RoosterBuffs:
House: Tigereye Peak House (250/250)
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there once was a rooster who sang every day
Flaunting his beauty and grace
He sung loud and clear and had nothing to say
Until the witch came and turned him to ice
Be humble. Be quiet. Be subtle. Be discreet. Or, if you must shout at any who will listen about your strength and your skill, your beauty and your wit, make sure you have the teeth to back up your words. The Fae are jealous and vain, cruel and vengeful and sharp. They will come for you, if you brag, and they will take you down if you cannot fight back.
Sibirica learned this the hard way. He was beautiful, and vain in an endearing way, greeting the sun in song every day, bringing laughter and a bit of joy to people with his good humor and happiness. He sung love-songs to the sun and praise to the women around him, he sung of his beauty and colorful plumage, he sung about good weather and dancing and joy, silly and good-natured and just a little bit too confident.
And someone took notice who did not like being overshadowed.
He is still beautiful, now. His feathers still gleam and sparkle, if only in one, cold, icy color. But he can no longer sing, or dance, and the sun that he loved so much now would melt him to nothing. He stands in a shady place, a little out of the way, a little forgotten, quiet. The witch took his voice, and his beautiful colors, and his songs and his dance. She came to him in broad daylight, and he did not have the teeth to stop her.