Flaire
Legacy Name: Flaire

A pair of weak eyes, unused to seeing, blinked out at the world. As Flaire took a hesitant step forward, the off-white egg shell that had once been his crunched beneath his feet. All about him, newborn chicks chirped at their mothers and at the tall approaching figure outside the chicken wire fence keeping Flaire, and the others, in. Flaire stared curiously at this figure, whom he felt must have been his mother, and started to approach him. The farmer had already opened the hatch when he noticed the sunlight streaming through Flaire's translucent skin. With a yell, he turned and fled, leaving the door wide open. Flaire crawled out of the coop, confused as to why the man had left, but he felt drawn to the sunlight and was eager to explore the world for the first time. Soon, however, more creatures like the first that he had mistaken for his mother began to appear and they were hurling objects at him. One hit his shoulder, hard, and it was then that he knew he was not welcome among these people and that he must leave. As Flaire ran from the horde of villagers, he used his tail to swish away items which came too close to hitting him. After a long night of running, he had successfully evaded the villagers and entered the woods around the town. At last, he managed to find a small cave. The inside of the cave was covered in colorful tear-shaped crystals, and soft moss. There he lay down to sleep. For many weeks, Flaire lived in that cave, leaving only during the times when there weren't any people about. He became adapt at understanding the noises of civilization, so that he could avoid those that would try to hurt him.

One day, having returned from foraging for food, Flaire found his cave occupied. A tall unfamiliar man, holding a blazing, black and red sword waited for him. With a quick plunge, the man had thrust his sword through Flaire, piercing his body. Flaire roared in fear and then, he fell silent to the ground, unmoving. The man eyed Flaire cautiously, but, as the creature did not move, he went to draw his sword and leave. When he found that he could no longer remove the sword from Flaire's body, he withdrew from the cave.

... Flaire's eyes opened at last, feeling a great warmth spreading through his stomach and into his body. Flashes of the man and his great sword came to mind and he looked about wildly, to see if the danger was still present. He, however, was alone in the cave and thought, perhaps, that the entire event was a dream. Looking down at his body, however, he found the fiery blade still deep within him, though it caused him no pain or discomfort. Instinctively, he reached down and grasped the hilt, pulling the sword out. The weight of the sword felt natural in his hands. He would have to learn how to use it.


Flaire strolled through town, noticing the stares of all those around him. It had been a long time since his encounter in the cave. Much had changed since then. He had practiced with the sword daily, until he handled it with ease and could send it swooshing across the air in impressive arcs. Those tear-shaped crystals that coated the walls of the cave also aided Flaire in gaining strength and skills as it reacted nicely to the fiery blade. Though he seldom had to use the sword itself, when he did use it, it was with deadly force and precision. That, however, had not been the biggest change in his life. Flaire had found, through pure accident, that he could assume any form he wished. Simply by concentrating on the shape and feel of the creature, he could imitate it with his own body. When he realized he had this ability, he put it to use, studying the humans who lived near him and shape-shifted until he had mastered the art of appearing human. His grayish blue skin, however, kept him from ever fully blending in and had caused him some trouble in his first few ventures into the village. After one particularly nasty incident during dinner, Flaire used his sword to cleave the table between him and his assailant in half. Very few people dared confront him after that, though they still gave him strange looks whenever he passed by. With his gruff demeanor and intimidating sword, he no longer had to worry about being chased by any of the men of the village. But isolation wasn't right for Flaire; he grew lonely. Often, he would return to the chicken coop where he was mistakenly born to spend some time amongst the chickens. While he was there, he'd tidy the place up and make it just a little more comfortable -- for him and for the chickens. Flaire did this in secret, sometimes shifting form to something less conspicuous, because he couldn't risk the farmer recognizing him as that strange creature who had escaped from the coop as a hatchling. Thus, he never went near it in his natural form, but furtively visited it in disguise.

One day, as the sun was setting, Flaire was on his way towards the coop to visit his chicken friends. Flaire had hiked further out on this particular day so he decided to take a short cut back to the village. On his way, he passed by a tall man and his pet standing by Euclid and his strange machine. A flash of light stunned his eyes and then, next he knew, the once-furry dog minion beside the man's pet was a shining pile of goo. Rainbow rays of light reflected from this new creature and Flaire felt himself drawn to the goo. The man with the pet, however, stepped back in shock and retreated so hastily that Flaire couldn't help but be reminded of his own first meeting with the farmer. Here too, the goo was like himself, a translucent, shifting thing, but a thing of beauty. As he walked up to it, Flaire believed he had made a new friend.

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story concept, character design by me
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story brought to life by Shakespeare
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