Kokoro's History

Kokoro's childhood/history (because I want to)

In a dark, damp swamp the ticking noises of cracking eggs echoed throughout. A small family, consisting of two dragons, one with a flaming back, large legs and a pair of gigantic horns. The mother, a vixen of small but quick stature, with large feathered wings and flopping ears. Her tail tip was set a flame by the fire she was born with. The couple had been through some losses, two of the four eggs they had had were rotten or stolen by predators. These two were the only ones left.

One cracked, a small whimper coming through as a light gray snout poked out to meet  the world. Soon the other egg did the same, showing a dark gray snout. After a few hours the eggs had completely cracked and opened, two young, feisty dragons had now entered into the world.

The light gray hatchling had feathered wings of gold, brilliant green eyes that shone, and stripes of purple lining his body. The other seemed a bit more weak, he had a flame on his head and tail, hot pink eyes and floppy ears. However, no wings. Stumped the parents checked that one dragon, finding no wings what so ever. Shrugging that they would just grow onto the dragon they grabbed the hatchlings and started to move them back to the pack.

~*~*~ 2 years ~*~*~

Few years passed, the young gray dragon had been given the name Glide, he was already able to use his wings and was growing stronger by the day. The other dragon was named by the medic who took him in after his parents abandoned him due to his lack of wings. Knowing many languages the medic called him Kokoro, meaning Heart.

Kokoro was constantly pestered, mostly because he was tiny, and the wingless part didn't help much. The medic was his only real friend at the time. The flames had grown down his back, however were uncontrollable by the user. Kokoro's flames often spurted out, growing very large and nearly engulfing his body, he didn't care though.

Personalities started to form and soon enough Glide became the pack hero, Kokoro the underdog. He constantly got bullied and beaten, most by his own parents and brother. The medic stayed with him throughout it, he was growing rusty with age.

~*~*~ 3 years ~*~*~

Finally, the medic had been found dead the cold morning in the middle of winter. The pack went into dismay. More dragons were getting sick, Kokoro and Glide two of them. Kokoro had stayed in the medic den, resting with a horrible cough. Glide had tried to become medic, in the process continuing to beat his brother.

But then, one night everything changed. Kokoro had padded out of the medic den, shoulder bleeding and yelling coming from the den. The pack started to gather as Glide bolted out of the den lashing at his brother, drawing blood. Glide was very ill, panting and trembling, yet still wanting to punish his innocent brother. Kokoro tried to defend himself, with cold winds and growing sickness also beating on him he could only get hit.

After a few minuets of that Glide suddenly collapsed to the ground. The pack gasped, one member padded up to Glide, pronouncing him dead. All eyes focused on Kokoro, he stood there, they blamed him for something he had never done! It was then that he started building a wall around himself. To never let his emotions shine through ever again.

~*~*~ 5 years ~*~*~

Kokoro got kicked out of the pack. He now wandered with thought of suicide from what his pack had said. “You should have died!” “You are nothing!” “A failure!” “Idiot! Weakling! Go and die!”. Even if he had built these walls, the words still streamed to him. In this period of time he learned, at 5 years of age, that he could control energy, dark and light.

And then he discovered a different type of energy, chaos energy.

It changed him, transforming him into a beast that would slaughter anything.

~*~*~ 20 years ~*~*~

It's now in his life that he had met up with Paint, seen her for the first time since trying to massacre her family. His quest to gain wings, to never be bullied again, had been fulfilled. The walls were now twice as thick, not allowing anything to come into his life.

~*~*~ 23 years ~*~*~

Then the walls started to shatter. He saw what he had been doing wrong. In a fit of rage he tried to kill Paint, but saw differently. It is now, when he helped her get out of the situation from the humans, that he had found something his pack told him he could never have. A sense of feeling, one certain feeling.

Love.


DO NOT READ FURTHER UNLESS YOU WANT SPOILERS

It has been quite a while since all of that, Chill has risen to power, he is the last dragon to become a Light Dragon. In the clearing of the mountain in a spear, on it is a familiar face. Sighing Kokoro lifts the body off of the spear, hauling the bloody thing onto his back and silently flying away with it.