!!! DISCLAIMER !!!

This is a copy/paste of the prologue section of Stormy's ref sheet. No new lore here yet. Just wanted to start organizing these into more digestible chunks. If you want to read the rest early, you can see it on her ref here: https://www.furaffinity.net/view/57808928/

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~~ The Awakening ~~


It's unclear exactly how long time had passed between the collapse and when Stormy regained consciousness. Before she could even open her eyes, she noticed a warm and wet feeling across her face. Her memory was still fuzzy over what happened in the moments leading up to the collapse, though her first instinct was to assume that she fell and made herself bleed. She slowly braces herself, knowing that it's probably going to hurt to open her eyes or try to move after such a fall.

With a deep inhale, she finally opens her eyes. The first thing she notices is bright... sunlight? And she's not in her room? She reaches to her face to check for both blood and whether she's actually awake. And her face is weirdly.. slimey -- eeew. Recoiling she checks her hand, only to find no signs of blood stuck to the fur. Instead it's clear?

Obviously, stormy is very confused. She's in a completely unfamiliar place, the weather is different from when she collapsed, all her pain is gone, and her face is covered in a weird ooze?

She sits upright to get a better sense of her surroundings to try and figure out where she is and what's going on when she comes fact to face with a creature of pure mythology -- a real dragon. Not one of the normal anthro kinds she's used to. This was a real, true feral dragon!

The dragon before her was roughly the size of a van with wings. Though it's features were distinctively dragon, its fine features were more raptor or avian than reptilian. Its body was covered in fluffy feathers the color of marble with occasional sky-blue accents. Big glassy blue eyes staring down at her with an uncomfortable curiosity. It's tongue lolling slackly out of the side of its beak a line of drool slobbering off of it. It sat there watching her, with the disposition of a well-trained puppy dog rather than a feral beast.

It was at this moment that Stormy realized the slime on her face was almost certainly this dragon's slobber. It must have been licking her face... Chills run down her spine at the thought. Even though this creature seemed harmless, it was still unsettling that a strange animal large enough to eat her whole had its tongue all over her.

"H-hello?" she cautiously speaks to the creature, unsure what else she could say to break the silence.

It responds with an excited bark before bounding over to her with a spring in its stride, giving her more excited licks across her face, much like a dog welcoming its owner home after being away for a while. What logic Stormy can muster screams at her to scream, run, or get away from this potentially dangerous dragon, but her instinct leads her to lower her guard, assuring her this creature is not only friendly, but might even know her... somehow.

"Do you have a name?" - her childlike innocence and confusion still leads her to ask, despite it already only responding to her with barking. And predictably, the dragon only responds with a questioning tilt of its head.

The memory of the book she had been reading earlier returns to her mind. "Well then, I think I'll call you Occul, like occult!" she proclaims while reaching out to give the dragon a pet on the beak. It responds with some more affirmative barking before flinging the young cat onto its back. Before she knew what was going on, it had already begun an ascent.

Form the higher elevation, she's able to get a better view of the scene where she woke up. What she sees is a stone structure. Looks like the ruins of... something? It's too destroyed to tell what may have once been. What she can tell is that there are crumbling stairs, and a stone/crystaline pillar in the middle of a platform that stands about 10 ft tall with crumbling walls and otherwise around it. She can see a faint glow coming from the pillar.