Guanaco

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sandwing / she/her / deceased / vain spirit
essentially exists for a briscoon fanfiction, but im going to make her mooore. im going to make her. bill cipher. THE BIPPER RACCOON WILL EXIST CANONICALLY AS. RANACO ??? GUANACOON??? GUACOON? ok well irrelevant
"Vanity is sin, dear. And I'm the queen of Hell."
Legend tells of a SandWing of scales more perfect, pristine, and beautiful than that of a well groomed IceWing. Her scales glimmer, as if sand has been trapped in them, the top layer glassy and clear, as if they've been solidified expertly by the greatest sculpture you've ever known.
She towers above you on long, narrow legs, unlike the common SandWing who is safe, secure next to the ground to burrow. She never wished to hide. And if it came to flight or fight, she'd never scarnish her elegant, silky wings with a matter as ugly as running away. No, she'd flare her wings, of an irridecent gleam, and make the instigator regret stepping foot too closely into her light. Her talons, eerily straight and well manicured, dark as the night, never seem to stain. She'd never let them, afterall. She'd never chip, break, or dull a single on of her talons.
Her beautiful, pointed face is framed by a dangerously elegant hood, similar to that of a frightened cobra, striking its own terror into others. Yet her bright yellow, narrowed eyes never show a glimpse of fear. Even in her dying moments, she cackled and grinned. The hisses and cries of pain undercut by her announcements of revenge.
For she knew she would die someday. She was beautiful, too beautiful to share. Perhaps it was selfish to steal the beauty of her customers but they're long dead and she's still alive.
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guanaco ok listen back in the day, animus dragons were less conspicuous. dragons were more not smart. guanaco was more obvious about her magic to freak people out in what would become the city of possibility
guanaco had a self centered idea. that vanity was evil and that anyone who believed in valuing their looks and image would eventually meet a terrible fate. and she was willing to be a harbinger of such doom.
enchanting soaps and incents and perfumes to eat at the dragon, until they became hideous or killed. but of course, she was a victim of this vanity too. yet she was fully aware that one day that would catch up with her. it just hadn't yet.
she treated herself to the best of these enchantments. youthful enchantments, flowing fabrics, the finest perfumes, painting her scales to make them brighter and more beautiful. she would soak it up for as long as she could. and she did.
the enchantments were finally traced back to her little shop. mourning dragons, fearful dragons, furious dragons, they came and found her little establishment. and she was fully aware of what they were going to do to her. all salem witchy trial, her little shop, and all her enchanted beauty products went up in flames, with her inside.
but even then, she had thought it through, deciding, why should she let fate catch up to her? 
so she never did let go of that little shop.
years past, and eventually, possibility is built over the trading and traveling post in the arid land. a haven, not for travelling dragons, but for multiple tribes to settle down, just outside of the reach of most queens.
and coincidentally, snowdrop's home ended up right on top of the ash's of guanaco's simple little shop.
more notes because i am constantly thinking
before darkstalker basically 
before the dangers of animus dragons were a thing. im thinking, maybe she had a part in Third-Light's history. that kind of congregation of animus dragons, similar fears to that of witches, i guess.
let's say instead of an icewing that cursed third-light, it was a skywing, and thats why they kill animus skywings
i digress. she was an outcast from sandwing society. focused on being the strongest, the smartest, and the toughest. she was so concerned with beauty and why shouldnt she be? she had no concern for her life. she didn't consider mortality because she had the world at her talon tips. why stress about that small stuff when she could spend her time glorifying herself.
but she learned she couldn't always give without taking. or that, those lessons about fairness must apply. to take, you have to give a little. so she took and took and took more of the life and beauty from her customers, to give herself the youth of a dragoness and the elegance of a dragonet. 
superstitions sprouted all over the world from things like that, especially her affect on perfectly normal dragons. hideous icewings buyin her wares and being outcasted for their ghastly appearance. dragon yetis if you will. terrifying seawings returning to the seas and being interpreted as the popularized sea serpants. 
thats why dragons are imperfect today, they say. because guanaco cursed them and took all of their beauty to her fiery grave, dying without cries of agony, but with cackles of amusement. and her promise to bless pyrrhia once more with her beauty. 
a consistent theme with animus dragons is they always vowed to come back. none of them wanted to put themselves away when they died. they haunt pyrrhia, whether by ghost stories or their old spells, leaking into the lives of common folk. animus princes of the icewing kingdom promising that his vicious teeth will always find a dragon left in the cold. wherever they are. frostbite (not the princess) seawing animus dragons who fell into the sea and swore they wouldn't rest until they pulled pyrrhia down with them. erosion. stray animus sandwings, driven mad with thirst and exhaustion, dying by themselves among the cow skulls and scorpions, that they'll become the sun, beating down on poor lost souls as they did to them. 
guanaco is just another ghost story. a warning about vanity, and, often twisted into a body positive story. "you may not be the ideal standard of beauty, but your soul will always be kinder and more gentle than the 'wretched witch' guanaco."  its very rude
basically, besides the guanracoon idea, i want to get across that animus dragons are the beginnings of multiple horror stories on pyrrhia. they're imperfections that left behind their flaws onto the rest of pyrrhia, to suffer forevermore what their mortal toil was. 
guanaco's is vanity. that kind of selfish, theft, and manipulation of ones appearance or belongings? the idea of taking without giving to anyone besides yourself? purely because you deserve it, haven't earned it. that's guanaco's soul, melting across pyrrhia until she reemerges in that demon esque au.
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