Kleon/History

==History==
Kleon was the middle child of five, but it hardly mattered what order they’d been born in; there was no favoritism in the Fídigós household. They were the latest in a long and proud line of hunters, and coddling any of them risked making them weak, and if they were weak, they would die. The Fídigós family hunted creatures that others could not -- whether they lacked the strength of will or arms to do so. They were best known for hunting cockatrices and basilisks, whose stares had no effect on them. Kleon and their siblings were trained their whole lives to carry on the tradition of this hunt, and they all excelled, as expected.
When the family was approached about a gorgon, Kleon’s parents immediately began planning on how to deal with this threat. Kleon, however, saw their opportunity to set themselves apart from their siblings. They’d raise their family’s name to new heights, and make their parents proud. They set off on their own with just their claws and their wits -- after all, what was one more big snake?
“One more big snake” proved to be much more effective than an overeager, inexperienced hunter. Kleon assumed that their immunity to other gazes also made them immune to petrification -- they learned very quickly at this was not the case. They attempted to fight their imprisonment for a time; they willed their body to wiggle free every time they saw a new victim come in, or when they saw their captor slither by. Eventually, these both stopped happening, and Kleon’s blurry thoughts turned to their life so far, and found it wanting. All they’d ever done was to make their ancestors proud, so carry on a proud tradition -- but why? Why did they care so much?
Upon being freed, they immediately tried to go after Xicshagoni once more. Instead, they sprawled out in the dirt like a fuzzy noodle and seethed for a while. Their rage only grew as they learned about what had happened while they and their fellow prisoners were frozen. They were furious for their companions, for all the loved ones they’d never see again. But under it all, they were quietly grateful. They had no more family name to represent, no legacy to carry on, no more decades of weight upon their shoulders. They could just be normal now -- at least, as normal as they could be, with the habits they’d developed. Once they’d regained their composure -- and control of their limbs -- they set out to live the most ordinary life they could.
==Plot==
To be updated
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