Creatures/Pintithira
Pintithira, the Magma Dragon\\ In the deepest parts of the South, the ground gives away to roiling liquid earth. In some places, vast lakes of magma stretch out, violent forges of the Gods. In the greatest of these lakes dwells the Magma Dragon, Pintithira. No other Gods or Elementals dwell in this area, for Pintithira has little care or patience for the Celestial Bureaucracy and quickly consumes any Fire Spirit who imposes on her solitude. Elementals are given some more respect, for Pintithira pities them, but they are also sent on their way before the passing of a season.
Once, the Magma Dragon dwelled in the comforts of Civilization, attending to such matters that interest Dragons. Great was her skill with Powerbow and Daiklave, and during the First Age she would fight great days-long duels with Exalted as a contest. Collections of her poetry still float throughout the South and the Blessed Isle, and the name of Pintithira is well known as an ancient and accomplished poet (though only the Savants know of her true nature), her accomplishments so great that her works are taught to all Dynasts at Secondary School. None loved with more passion than the Magma Dragon, and such was her downfall.
When the Fair Folk rushed over the expanse of Creation during the close of the First Age, Pintithira and her love the Swan Dragon stood amidst their number and fought with such savagery that the Fae's advance was halted for hours. Yet, during the battle, the two of them were separated. She fought the Twin Pleasure and Pain, and his honor guard, while her beloved remained with the main thrust of the attack. The battle was long and hard, for each was the match of the other in swordcraft and prowess. Then, out of the corner of her eye, she saw her love take up the Celestial Chariot and she saw when he was thrown from it into the hordes of the fae. In that moment, she was struck down by the Twin Pleasure and Pain, and cried out with such fury and power that she incinerated the Fae nearest to her -- leaving her safe, but almost powerless and deathly injured.
Unable to do anything but seethe with anger, she retreated to the battle, knowing that her love was lost. In the depths of the South she remains to this day. The wounds of her body have healed, but the pain in her heart and soul remains, as well as the shame she feels at leaving her beloved to the tender mercies of the Fae. The self-hate she feels has scabbed over during the centuries since, and even if she should learn that her beloved yet remained she would be unable to forgive herself.
