Doveraven1's Clan

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Irish meaning Diseased Pack

Webbings you see about you as you enter a small home turf. You seek about around you as you spot the bones and blood about, a strange scent has filled the air since you came in. You didn't much expect to see life, but seeing small strange animals....or as they looked to be as mutants seems to give you an edge.

You soon stumble upon a small clutch of eggs. They don't look normal. They almost seem to be a bit familiar, but with the land surrounding it you don't think of them as normal. You look into the nest, trying to peer closer at the eggs. Sooner you even come close you hear a hissing sound. You stop to look around, nothing seems to be out of view. You thought you heard something, but shrugged it off as a misheard noise. You turn back to the eggs to find....a...paw over them. You slowly look up to find what looked like four eyes in front of you. A low hiss was emitted from it as you slowly back away from the nest.

Didn't take you very long to figure out this was the mother. Her species was not clear from a white mask hiding her, along with the couple other accessories that was on her wings. You were for certain this was female from her frame and size. You backed up into something else though. Looking up to find a purple male, knowing this was the father. He looked down at you and you knew what they were. Mirrors. Plagued dragons and these were mates. The nest was theirs, and you were in their territory. Their nesting ground.

The male had growled slowly as he got a good look at you, nodding up towards his mate for you to look. "Hello." She hissed. "Welcome to our home, and I must say if you don't be careful....you'll lose more than a limb."