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OneLoneStar's Clan

That's /Queen/ Maeve to you.

Venerable Lair

carved into the

Rotrock Rim

Clan Info

Note to admin: PhoenixOnyx and I share the same IP address; we're sisters. Just wanted to let you know, just in case!

Founders:
Linen: Fae, male, basic
Valentia: Mirror, female, basic

Dragon Dean Winchester's nest^^^

I accept

Rot and death and destruction.

And just a few beauties here and there.

so many prettyyy bannerrsss

"Either he survives," the mirror with blood red eyes hissed, "Or he is not truly a son of the Plaguebringer."

"How can you say that?" the coatl cried out. She was new, and from the Windswept Plateau, and did not understand the Plague ways. To her, all of this seemed unnecessarily cruel and wrong.

The mirror fixated her with a cold glare. "These are the codes we live by, Godiva Aeria. You would do well not to question them."

"I live here in this clan now," she protested. "Shouldn't I get a say in how things go around here?"

"If you wanted a place where you had a choice in things, perhaps you should've stayed in the Plateau." The mirror flicked his tail dismissively and watched the young coatl on the ground writhe and whimper in pain.

Godiva walked over to him. "I'm sorry I couldn't be of more help, Plague." Tears filled her eyes as she watched blood pour out of his mouth, a crimson waterfall, and he clutched the spear in his side.

"No...worries," He croaked, trying and failing for a smile. "I'll get through...this. I have to...prove...myself." His breathing quickened and the stench of rot in the air was more prevalent than ever.

Not for the first time, Godiva wondered if she had a mistake in coming here. Was it too late to leave?

"Well, if you insist," She muttered in reply and frowned.

Godiva leveled a calculated and cold gaze towards the mirror besides her. His name was Stormy, and even by Plague standards, at least from what she'd seen from the rest of the clan, he seemed to be too harsh...too cruel. She could tell he enjoyed it immensely; the destruction. Plague dragons celebrated the cycle of life and death, but Stormy had always been more interested in the death part of that equation than anything else.

She couldn't let this continue, she realized. Intense dislike and determination flashed through her at the sight of him as she understood what had to be done.

Come tomorrow morning Godiva would make sure that Stormy Cytheil inhabited this lair no longer. And if she had to do it the Plague way of things, fights of life and death...well, then, so be it.