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They say that its fur is a piece of the night, even once it was silver as the moon.
That it is a curse, that it is a blessing, that it is responsible for there being as many amethysts as the tears it sheds on the land that condemns it.
It lives in the mountain, it lives in a cave. It lives on the edges of Bridgerton.
It flies by night, its wings are chains filled with fur. Others say it is a creeping animal, condemned to wander the earth without being able to soar the sky again.
That it is a vile being, that it is a guardian, that it is a mistake of nature.
The only thing known for sure is that two great amethyst eyes shine, lurking in the Bridgerton woods from the darkest depths of its being.
It is a guardian of the land, it is a demon, it is a prisoner of its curse, it is a beast.
It is the terror of children, the protector of the forest, and the curse of the beast.
⋄ ─────────────────── ⁽ ˖ ˟ Ballads of a Monster, George Mylchreest. Extracted from the popular myth of Bridgerton, a mining kingdom in the late 17th century. ⁾
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