Saccharine

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sweetness is only good in small amounts...
S*A*C*C*H*A*R*I*N*E
For Flicker's Chemical-Based OC Contest!
Based off of saccharose, or sucrose (cane sugar).
Belongs to Silver. Don't steal or edit any of this material, please.
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I'm not average. Not a normal dragon. I'm moons-blasted perfect. And if you, or anyone else in the entire thrice-cursed IceWing ranking system can't see that, then so be it. They're not worth my time. And if they scorn me for something I can't control, something I didn't choose, then whatever! I'm over it. I'm over all of it.
Oh, so now you won't listen to me? You think I'm out of line? I don't care! Go on, leave. Yeah! Storm off, you ice-covered idiot! I hope you choke on a seal!
I- I'm alone.
No one wants to be around me, do they, Roar?
Well, who cares? I'll make them see they never should have gotten rid of me! I'll make them see the mistake they made, clear as daylight! Yeah, that's right. I'm going to be the best moons-blasted dragon Pyrrhia's ever seen! Just you wait.
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Saccharine 	Saccharine
 	
Background Information	Background Information
artist 	coming soon
creator 	silver
aesthetics 	sugar, candy, desserts, crystals, diamonds, jewels
theme animal 	white ermine
theme color 	light pink, white
theme song 	
bubblegum b*tch- marina and the diamonds
barbara 2.0- beetlejuice: the muscial
mbti personality 	entj-t
Character Information 	Character Information
age 	25 h.y.
gender 	female
sexual orientation 	heterosexual
occupation 	baker
tribe 	icewing
residence 	formerly the kingdom of ice, currently possibility
relatives 	blanche (sister), pinniped (mother)
likes 	revenge, justice, things of value, dragons on her side, boring things
dislikes 	betrayal, lies, dragons who make fun of her, dunces
Powers and abilities 	frostbreath
Weapons 	her claws and natural abilities
Quote 	"I will never yield to anyone.”
A*P*P*E*A*R*A*N*C*E
I deserve the world. So what if I take off a necklace? That's just more weight off my shoulders.
In the tundra of the Ice Kingdom, there isn't much to look at, unless you count the loads and loads of snow, ice, and glaciers. Saccharine sure doesn't. Aside from the Palace, she believes none of the Ice Kingdom is remarkable at all; so, so mundane.
The good thing is, she is quite the opposite of that.
Brilliant, sparkling white scales cover her body, looking like crystals. Her underbelly and wing membranes are a softer white, and are very smooth compared to her scales, which are naturally rough like sandpaper. Her eyes are a blue so piercing that they nearly look clear, and her horns and spines are white and seem to be made of roughly-cut quartz or stacks of sugar. Her wings are thinner than most, easily torn, and her horns have odd little webs connecting them, structures that are reminiscent of spun sugar. If ever the sun were to hit her, one would be dazzled by the million little sparks of luminescence that fly off of her scales. She sparkles in every bit of light, like a living disco ball.
Her slight, slim build makes her look ethereal, a wisp of a dragoness. She has a narrow and delicate frame, her fine-boned features making her look very easily breakable. However, she has a steely glint in her eyes that lets everyone know that there would be hell to pay if someone were to mess with her. She looks as if she doesn't joke around, and if you look close enough, you can see scars covered in glittering powder that is just slightly less natural than her scales.
She is odd-looking, more serpentine than a normal IceWing, and while she couldn't be called pretty, there is something... magnetic about her that continues to draw dragons in. Her voice is intoxicating, a nice blend of rasp and melody. She seems to exude confidence from her very nostrils; every step she takes seems carefully calculated, and even if she slips and falls, her laughter and funny quip about it makes it feel planned.
The clinking of jewelry is a signature sound of hers; four necklaces made of crystals and white frosted glass adorn her neck at all times, and she often has some other accessory accompanying them. Not to mention her pet polar bear Roar, who is always with her. She has had to make some accommodations for Roar in order to enable him to survive wherever they go, no matter the climate. This was mainly the result of her charming an unsuspecting trader into giving her some animus-enchanted earrings that were meant to keep IceWing soldiers cool in the desert during the War of SandWing succession. Saccharine thinks that Roar deserved it; after all, he was the only living being that cared about her in the Ice Kingdom.
Saccharine looks just like her name: sweet and sentimental, but all of it is overdone. She seems like she's putting on a front, which is just as obvious as it is true. She is sinister, a wolf in sheep's clothing, but of course she would never admit it.
P*E*R*S*O*N*A*L*I*T*Y
I don't much care for theatrics, you see. Are you... hiding something from me? Trust me, you don't want to be hiding something from me.
Saccharine is vengeful, but she hides it behind sugar-coated words that are always just a bit too sweet. She thinks very highly of herself, so naturally she believes that her attempts to be subtle are perfect, while they're actually quite suspicious. She often treats others like dragonets, in a condescending and mother-like way. However, she usually laces her words with open threats that make many dragons tremble in their boots. It's not necessarily what she says but how she says it that makes her so intimidating.
Saccharine is not a kind dragoness. While she shies away from open combat, she does not believe that anyone deserves a second chance. She is an expert in grudge-holding, and she is not one to take things lightly. Incredibly sensitive, she cries easily and lets her emotions get the best of her more often than not. She hides this behind a strong exterior and tries to act nonchalant and careless in order to seem like she's better than everyone else.
In truth, Saccharine has a hard time getting by. She is often overlooked and regarded as less than she is, which makes her feel like she is worth more. If she thinks of herself as as horrid as the others say, then she will be destroyed by her own self-pity and mortification. So, instead she thinks of herself as the queen of Pyrrhia and doesn't give a single polar bear's butt about anyone or anything.
Saccharine is entirely her own person, and she won't allow herself to be pushed around by anyone. She can yell and scream and swear with the best of them, and although she isn't book smart, she is a shrewd businesswoman and is quite cunning when she has to be. Her favorite pastime is to trick dragons into deals that they wouldn't otherwise do, just because she can. There's something about her that, despite her sickly sweet nature and rude attitude, makes her alluring and intriguing. Many a dragon has found themselves meeting up with her regularly and even considering her a friend despite their better knowledge.
Saccharine is definitely a contradictory dragoness. She's a blatant hypocrite to anyone with half a brain, but she likes to lie to herself about it in order to call herself one of the 'good guys.' She can't stand the thought of her enemies having any redeeming qualities, so she paints them as evil caricatures of themselves, sometimes with added bad attributes or blatant lies to make them worse dragons than they are.
Saccharine acts petulant and immature to a terrible degree. Demanding, judgemental, and easily bored, she is sometimes like a dragonet in an adult's skin. She likes shiny, pretty things and is always striving to have the most expensive belongings. She knows what she wants and will stop at nothing to get it, and she is strong-willed and stubborn. She likes to yell and throw tantrums to make her hurt more shallow-seeming, when most of the time her anger runs deep. She is always mad; her rage is like a well that she can draw from at any time, and it's the motivation that keeps her alive.
Saccharine is a go-getter that will push anything and everything out of her way, no matter the cost. Although she is terrible with other dragons, she loves animals with all of her heart. They're the only things she truly cares about, aside from baking. That's why she's taken Roar with her everywhere she goes: even though he reminds her of the terribly drab tundra, she loves him unconditionally. After all, an animal could never hurt her.
B*A*C*K*S*T*O*R*Y
I don't have a vendetta. I have a hit list. And, sadly for the Ice Kingdom, it looks like- hold on, let me check- yes, all of its inhabitants are on it.
pre-hatching
Pinniped trudged through the blizzard, trying to find her way back to the Ice Kingdom. The circular silver pendant clanged against her breast as she walked blindly through the snow, too afraid to take flight lest she be blown off with the air currents.
She was terrified for the egg inside of the polar bear fur sling against her chest, and not only because it might die if she stopped moving. She knew that, by crawling back to the Ice Kingdom like she said she wouldn't and begging forgiveness from a disgusted family, she would be condemning her unborn daughter to a life of toil and suffering.
She should have tried harder to leave.
Should she just stop now? Let herself and her child die with no fanfare and save them both the trouble? It would keep her from the shame of putting six more circles on her necklace, and her daughter wouldn't be raised as a lowly seventh-circle IceWing.
She looked down at the egg and smiled sadly. She could already see the small dragonet playing, could already feel her cool scales, could already hear her little voice calling her name. She couldn't give that up, not when it was all so real in her mind. "My little Blanche and I will make it through," she whispered to herself.
And when Pinniped awoke, half-buried in steadily melting snow, she found a small head popping out of the icy white shell inside the polar bear fur sling.
hatching
The only witness to the hatching of the crystalline egg was a small dragonet around the age of four. She watched the shimmering, faceted surface with wonder, realizing that it looked very much like a precious gemstone.
The dragonet was unsure where her mother was. She was most likely at some tavern or another, on the outskirts of the Ice Kingdom. That was where she normally went, wasting her meager earnings on gambling and drinks. The dragonet tried not to let her thoughts stay there too long; it was too painful.
A harsh sound, like ice cracking underfoot, broke the dragonet out of her reverie. The egg was hatching at last. She took a tentative step forward as hairline cracks formed all over its beautiful surface. Just a bit longer- just a bit more-
With a tremendous snap, like that of a bone breaking, the eggshell shattered and the littlest dragonet the older IceWing had ever seen came tumbling out onto the cold, hard-packed snow ground. The hatchling gave a little squeak of surprise at the feeling of the snow, but then giggled as she pounced around in it. She glimmered in the moonlight, her scales so similar to the faceted surface of her egg. The older dragonet watched in wonder, afraid to touch her smaller sister and break the spell of playfulness.
The hatchling soon tired of the game and curled up in the fluffy white snow, yawning as her tail flopped over her tiny snout. The dragonet gently picked her up and put her into the prepared polar bear fur sling she had around her chest, the same one her mother had carried her in when she was young. It was matted and old, but it was warm enough, and it was also all they could afford.
The dragonet smiled down at the sleeping figure below her, feeling lighter and airier with the arrival of her little sister. "Hello, little Névé," she whispered. "I'm Blanche. And even though others might not, I swear I'll always be here."
dragonethood
Young Névé sat by the window, waiting for her sister to come home from her job as a palace guard. The next day Névé herself would be assigned her permanent ranking as a lowly fourth-circle IceWing for her seventh birthday present. It was better than her mother's sixth-circle position, but she couldn't help feeling a little disappointed that she wasn't able to climb higher from her seventh-circle birthright. She looked down at the four shiny silver pendants on her necklace and frowned. She wondered what all the fuss was about. After all, it didn't make sense that jewelry should be allowed to dictate how you were treated. She knew that you had to earn your place in your circle, but nevertheless she knew that some dragons would always have an advantage over her, no matter how high she climbed. She suddenly found herself wishing she was queen.
The sound of her mother's cheap and gaudy jewelry clanking together caused Névé to break out of her reverie and run for cover to the kitchen, where she was supposed to be making dinner. She quickly gutted a seal that she had been saving for her birthday, since she had also forgotten to go hunting this morning. The seal was fat and looked like it would be delicious. Névé's tiny talons worked nimbly to prepare it, and she set it on the raised ice slab that they used for meals.
Pinniped stormed into the room, clearly drunk on alcohol distilled from sugar that they sold at the local tavern. She plunked down onto the cold floor of the igloo and took a bite of the seal.
"What is this?" she roared, her face contorted with rage. She held a bloody bone up and growled. "Why on earth would you offer me this bony, thrice-cursed seal, Névé? Hm? Tell me!"
Névé knew perfectly well that her mother barely ate anything. Pinniped often said that her figure was one of the few things she still retained from her glory days in the first circle. This reaction most likely meant that Pinniped had lost a lot of money, which would lead to more hungry days of bland moose jerky. Névé hurriedly lifted the seal onto her back with great effort and lugged it into the corner.
"Get me another!" her mother shouted. Névé didn't have another, but she quickly said "Yes, Mother," and took away the seal, picking out any remaining bones. She brought the carcass back over and placed it on the ice slab, where Pinniped was waiting. She growled. "I have a headache. Be quiet and, by the moons, gut my food correctly next time!" Pinniped then trudged off to her room, which was lain with threadbare carpets, and promptly fell asleep.
Névé was left standing alone at the icy table, the seal lying on top of it. She sighed and bit into it. It was warm and fatty, and it satisfied the roaring hunger in her belly. She smiled; it was the best thing she had eaten in a long time.
"Névé!" Blanche called, walking into the room carrying a satchel. "Wow, this looks awesome. Did Mother not want any?"
Névé shook her head, sadness washing over her small features. Blanche sighed and sat down next to her, wrapping a comfortingly cold wing around her little sister. "It's okay," she whispered. "You did great. It's her fault for not wanting it."
Névé smiled brightly and tackled Blanche in a hug. They fought playfully on the floor of the igloo, rocking the whole house with their laughter. Eventually, they collapsed on top of the rug, smiling.
"Thank you, Blanche," the smaller dragonet said.
"I'll always be here for you," Blanche whispered in response.
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Three days later, their mother tried to kick Blanche and Névé out of the house in a tantrum.
Névé came back after a night on the streets.
Blanche didn't.
Névé was heartbroken. Her sister, the dragoness who had always told her she would be there, who had loved her more than everyone else in Pyrrhia combined could have, had disappeared. She hated hearing the name Blanche had given her on the lips of others; it reminded her too much of her older sister.
One day, while she was reading a scroll, she happened across a word she had never seen before. It was pretty-sounding, with a satisfying mix of consonants and vowels. She read it out loud, smiling at its harmonious nature. She wasn't entirely sure what it meant, but she was sure the beautiful word could only be a compliment. She decided it should be her word, a fitting replacement for the name tainted with her sister's memory.
And so she called herself Saccharine.
young adulthood
Saccharine hated her job. She worked at a small shop selling fake diamonds, and though she enjoyed swindling haughty IceWings out of their money, the gaudy jewelry reminded her far too much of her mother.
Pinniped had died a quiet death years ago. There was no funeral; Saccharine buried her mother's body alone. She left a stone on top of the raised mound of snow so she would remember where Pinniped lay, and placed her mother's favorite cheap accessory around it. Saccharine had not cried a single tear, and she did not plan to. Why should she care about the death of a dragoness who never bothered to concern herself with her own daughter?
She swept the floors of the store slowly, the glass of the jewelry catching the light in such a way that it very nearly looked valuable. Saccharine found herself wishing she worked in a real diamond shop, where important dragons bought things. No matter how old she became, she still wished desperately to climb the ranks. Even her fourth-circle appointment wasn't good enough.
She heard the flap of the igloo sweep open, bringing in new snow and ruining her freshly-swept floor. She wanted nothing more than to yell at the dragon responsible in a fit of rage, but instead she smiled sweetly and went behind the counter. "How may I help you?" she asked.
The dragon was quite handsome, very dapper-looking. He smirked at Saccharine as he perused the jewelry. "I was looking for something for my fiancée. What's your most expensive piece?"
Saccharine was struck by a pang of jealousy. She had been so alone ever since Blanche died, as she never quite fit in with the other IceWing dragonets. Every time a dragon came into the store looking for something to please their significant other, she felt her loneliness more acutely than ever. The IceWing was still looking at her, however, so she pointed to a cabinet. "Those are our most valuable items. I can point out a few selections, if you'd like."
"I'd like that very much," he replied. There was something teasing and smooth about his nature, as if he were in a sort of constant state of flirtation despite having a fiancée. Saccharine noted that he had two silver circles on his necklace, a higher-ranking IceWing than she.
Saccharine stepped out from behind the counter. The dragon looked her over, appraising her. "I'm Bear," he said, smiling as if she was supposed to be impressed. She wasn't, although she smiled thinly and replied with her own name. Bear remarked on how unusual it was and that her parents must have truly disliked her to give her a name with such an ugly meaning. She said she named herself, thank you very much, and that she quite liked the word 'saccharine.'
Bear settled on a design at last and turned to Saccharine, who was already heading back to her station behind the counter. "Can I see you again?" he asked. Her eyes widened just a bit, since he was in a relationship. She then steeled herself and said that yes, he could, would tomorrow work? She wanted to do something reckless, and this seemed like the perfect opportunity. When the handsome, dapper dragon left, Saccharine smiled to herself. Perhaps something could be said for the Ice Kingdom, after all.
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The day after, Saccharine and Bear met at night at a nice, clean restaurant bar. They drank alcohol made from fermented grapes that the bartender called wine, and at the end of the night they were given a bubbly drink that Bear informed her was called champagne. It was all very new to Saccharine, and she took her time to enjoy every bit of it.
As the night wore on and she became more jovial and quick to laugh, she asked Bear about his fiancée. What was she like? she wanted to know. What was her name? The IceWing shook his head and smiled. "Don't worry about her," Bear said. "She's such a bore. And you're so amazing; you needn't concern yourself with her." How amazing? she asked. "You're like... like the first snow of the season," he replied. "Chilly at first, but soft and beautiful. It gives a whole new appearance to the world." Saccharine liked to hear this. She liked to think that she was similar to snow, ethereal and special. He made her feel that she was special, for the first time in her life since Blanche.
It was then that Saccharine knew she would do anything to keep Bear for herself. The feeling- the pure elation- that came with his words was enough to make her drunker than all of the wine and champagne in the world. She never wanted to give that up. Never. And when Saccharine set her mind on something, she followed through.
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Her whole life, Saccharine had been searching for something to fill the void that Blanche had left in her soul. At the time, she felt that Bear was the one and only solution to this; she just knew that he was the dragon who would save her from herself.
She met him every night, always at a different restaurant. Bear claimed that he was unafraid of his fiancée, but his secretive actions told a different story. He and Saccharine were clearly something more than friends, even though both of them would deny it when asked, in order to save face. After all, Bear was second circle and soon to be married; no one could know he was having an affair.
On one such night, they went to the same restaurant that they had had their first dinner at, and Bear ordered champagne. "To new beginnings," Bear said.
"What do you mean?" Saccharine asked. She was disconcerted by the gleam in Bear's eyes as he said those words.
"Well, we're seeing each other, of course," Bear said. Saccharine knew it was bad, but she felt a sort of elation at hearing those words. She knew better than to ask about his fiancée; he had made it abundantly clear that Saccharine mattered more to him than the other dragoness. In fact, he hadn't even told her the other dragoness' name. "So," Bear continued, "I thought it only fitting that I give you a toast. For continuing to be amazing." He took a deep breath. "I love you, Saccharine."
Saccharine laughed a bit and clinked glasses with Bear. "I love you, too, Bear," she whispered. Just after she said those words, the flap of the igloo rustled. Multiple dragons walked in, bringing with them an icy draft. Saccharine would have thought nothing of it, if one of the dragons hadn't said in a raw, broken voice, "Cumulus?"
Bear slowly turned around, and Saccharine followed suit, nervous. "Bear," she whispered, "Who are these dragons?"
"Yuki," Bear said, walking over to her and draping a wing around her. "Hello, darling. Wonderful to see you." His voice was still charming, just as melodious and flirtatious with this dragoness as it was with Saccharine. She found herself inexplicably hurt by this.
"Cumulus," the dragoness went on. She was beautiful, sleek and slim, glowing in the light of the tavern. Her violet eyes were watery with tears threatening to fall. "What is happening here?"
"My dear," Bear said, smiling. "Don't worry; nothing happened. This dragoness here bought me champagne, and I came over to tell her I was engaged."
The dragoness, still skeptical, turned her tear-stained snout towards Saccharine. "Is this true?" she asked. Saccharine was unsure of how to respond; if she told this dragoness the truth, then her engagement to Bear would end. But if she did this, Bear could lose his standing and they would be separated anyways. She looked into Bear's eyes, perceived his minute nod. She looked back at the dragoness he called Yuki with resolve.
"Yes," she said. "Your fiancé is very handsome. I wanted him all to myself," she said, her tone sweet but her true intent lashing. Yuki must have noticed this, as she came over and slapped Saccharine across the face. Saccharine filled slowly with rage, growling deep in her throat. However, Bear's look held her back.
"Come on, Yuki, let's get out of here," Bear said, glancing at her with such disgust that she felt her organs squeeze together. The dragoness tucked neatly under his wing as the left the igloo, leaving her alone. Serves her right, she heard the barkeep mutter. She glowered at him and stormed off, shocked that Bear had turned on her so quickly. She wondered if it really was just acting.
When she returned home, she was greeted by a polar bear cub that had a note tied around its ear. Love always, Bear it said, and Saccharine smiled, her earlier hurt forgotten. Of course her love would come back to her. The cub squeaked, and Saccharine giggled. "I'll call you Roar," she whispered, and the little bear seemed to smile a bit at the sound of his name.
She cuddled the bear close that night as she fell asleep.
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The next day, Bear didn't come back. He wasn't there the day after that, either. Or the day after that.
On the fourth day, Saccharine was unsure he would ever come, so she took it upon herself to go to him. She didn't know exactly where he lived, so she went to the second-circle dwellings with Roar in tow and asked around. When no one had heard of a dragon named Bear, she questioned them about someone called Cumulus. All of the dragons knew the handsome IceWing well, and every single one wanted to know what a lowly fourth-circle dragoness like herself was doing with him.
She didn't glorify their questions with answers, hurrying to go to the igloo where he lived. It was large and glimmered in the sunlight, built of solid snow bricks.
Saccharine rang the bell on the string outside of the house and was greeted by Bear- or Cumulus- himself. When he saw her his eyes widened and he quickly closed the bearskin flap again, coming back out a moment later looking much more composed. He said they should take a walk and led her outside, to the open tundra beyond.
Saccharine asked him why he had not called on her and told him that she loved him more than she had ever loved anyone. Bear quieted her with a wave of his talon and said that she should go and never come back.
Saccharine wanted to know why, and Bear laughed- he had the audacity to laugh- and he said, isn't it obvious? Isn't it clear? They've been found out. It was fun, he said, while it lasted, but this can't go on. I have a fiancée, after all, he said, and how would it do to leave her for some fourth-circle jewelry salesdragoness?
"But don't you love me?" Saccharine asked.
"No, of course not. This was just a fling," was the reply.
"But you said you loved me."
"I lied. Haven't you heard of telling someone what they want to hear?"
Saccharine screamed and cried and shouted at him until her throat nearly bled, making quite the scene. But Bear simply walked away, leaving her alone with the polar bear cub he had given her as a token of his affections. Dragons stared, some telling her coldly to leave and go back to where she came from; a fourth-circle dragon was not welcome in first-circle housing.
She walked home that night to pack.
adulthood
Saccharine yawned, walking into her store with the scent of coffee on her breath. She entered through the back after putting Roar in his chilled kennel. It had seal jerky and fake snow, as well as enough entertainment to last him through the day as his owner worked in her bakery.
Saccharine, for her part, had not yet accomplished all of her goals. As soon as she could, she quit her job in the jewelry store and fled the Ice Kingdom in order to make all of her dreams come true and get revenge on her tribe.
Of course, she didn't know the first way to accomplish this. After all, she had no idea how to curry favor with complete strangers, especially since every dragon she had ever loved either died or had betrayed her. That was when she realized the magic of sugar.
If she bought someone enough treats, she would be able to convince them to do anything for her. Add a few honey-coated words, and they were yours. She half-threatened, half-convinced a SkyWing in Possibility to give her lessons, and in a year she opened her own bakery.
She had chosen her location carefully; Possibility was a place where many dragons came to run from their old lives, Saccharine included. She thought she could find the most cooperative dragons here, especially since so many of them were desperate or wounded.
Slowly, she began to buy dragons over with treats and such, becoming well-known throughout Possibility as one of the best bakers around. Her store was always busy, and today was no different. As soon as she hung a sign on her tent flap that declared she was open, a motley crew of citizens from all tribes filed in. She had a small SeaWing that called herself Sam working for her, and together they formed a brave team of bakers. Sam normally handled the busywork, and she took over the transactions while Saccharine baked.
One IceWing, with two tarnished silver circles hanging around a chain on his neck, drummed his talons on the counter as he waited. He caught Saccharine's eye and grinned. Saccharine smiled sweetly back; she didn't like any IceWings, even if they were runaways like her. Still, she wouldn't give up her cover.
"Don't I know you from somewhere?" he asked, and Saccharine shook her head. "No, I do," he insisted. "You were that girlie who thought Cumulus was in love with her!" he laughed and slapped the table, and Saccharine felt tears pricking at her eyes. "Oh, baby, I'm sorry," he said, "that must have been rough for you. But still, you gotta admit, it's pretty funny!"
Saccharine turned back to her work so that the IceWing couldn't see her cry. Hot tears fell into the pie filling she mixed. No matter how happy she was, no matter how good things got, she could never forget her true purpose. All of her tribemates were terrible dragons, and she knew they all deserved vengeance. She would be the one to bring them to justice.
G*A*L*L*E*R*Y
The town of Possibility is, for most, a way to escape the past. For me, it's an opportunity to fix it.
T*R*I*V*I*A
I don't help people. I do things for myself and sometimes others benefit from it.
*okay so it might not be super clear how this relates to sugar aside from her appearance
*her hard exterior is reminiscent of hard candy
*but her emotionality is based off melted sugar's really hot stuff
*she's a baker because baking requires sugar
*her backstory/many aspects of her personality revolve around dragons disliking her in large amounts
*seems sweet, but she really isn't
*like her name, she's basically what you get when you have too much sugar
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