Hallowed

Dragons have come and gone many times during Reaper’s reign as the matriarch of the Clan of the Valley of the Lost, but some never forgotten. One that was etched firmly in her and other permanent members of the clan’s memories was Hallowed. A cheery tundra with bright colors, one could never forget her Riot of Rot parties-dragons all throughout the Wasteland considered themselves lucky when they were given the chance to attend. Hallowed helped the clan forget their serious nature, even if it was just for a few hours. From her delicious appetizers to her skilled decorating skills, such an odd dragon was one that was noticed straight away upon visiting the clan.

But one day, Hallowed felt the call of their deity. She couldn’t explain it, all she could say was it was simply a feeling. Her services and sunny disposition she was sure was needed elsewhere, she bade goodbye to her clan mates and left to be exalted to a higher calling. Some dragons thought it was good riddance for she was too odd to fit in. Others were neutral or just didn’t care. But deep down there were few who did rather miss the weird named dragon, just too embarrassed to admit it.

Festivals came and went, the dragons going back to their old lives. But those who did miss her would sneak off to neighboring flights’ celebrations to try to fill the void Hallowed left behind. Nothing was the same, however.

Reaper watched her clan with shrewd eyes as Riot of Rot came closer again. Personally she’d rather focus on more important tasks during the holidays, but apparently quite a few of her clan mates did not. Doing what would need to be done would take away valuable resources, time, and set aside pride-but finding a replacement party organizer would be necessary to keep the peace.

Two weeks before Riot of Rot found Reaper and the clan’s medic Phytolacca on their way to the Auction House. Reaper, of course, on the search for a planner while Pytolacca questing to find some new supplies. The two dragons weren’t too happy, however, to run into a rival Nature clan’s matriarch and her body guard on the journey there.

“Why hello there!” the goofy brown tundra, Gossamer, eagerly trotted up to Reaper and Phytolacca. “What brings you out of that valley of goop you hail from? You’re a rare sight to see.” Gossamer eyed Reaper specifically. Reaper just scowled and mumbled something about being just about ready to head back but Phytolacca didn’t seem to catch it.

“Hello fellow Nature friends! Reaper here is in search of a party planner-“ at this Reaper scowled and shot her claws towards Phytolacca’s face dangerously, “-and me in search of some new medical supplies to stock my cabinet. Reaper, come now be friendly. What brings you here?” She looked rather eagerly at the bodyguard’s baskets filled with interesting plants.

“Selling excess from our harvest and some baked goods.” Gossamer grinned widely.” Party planner you say? That sounds right up our alley. Right, Gandalf?” Gossamer turned to the large grey guardian who just rolled his eyes and sighed. “I’m sure we can help, we got some good connections with that sort of thing. C’mon, time’s wasting.” At this the fluffy tundra started back towards their destination. Phytolacca noticed Reaper’s extremely upset expression but followed along, hoping to get some medicinal plants from this. “It seems I have no choice.” Reaper kicked up some dust and hung back, hoping to discourage further interaction.

The foursome arrived at the Auction House shortly later. Bidding good luck and a promise to help find a party planner for their plague friends, Gossamer and Gandalf soon disappeared into the bustling crowd. “Well, where do we begin…” Reaper’s eyes darted around the large area, trying to read the various signs everywhere.

“Right there-medicinal plants. Oh is that giant hogweed I see at that stand? Most interesting.” Phytolacca was gone in a flash, leaving Reaper to find their planner. Reaper sighed and decided to wander around a bit to try to get some ideas.

A couple hours of wandering around and no luck, Reaper decided to track down Phytolacca again. She flew up over the crowd hoping to spy the plant stands and her medic-but ended up seeing something that made her rub her eyes to make sure she was seeing things right.
A few hundred yards away that annoying brown tundra and her body guard were throwing glitter and chatting with a rather familiarly colored dragon. “…Hallowed?” Reaper spluttered. Quickly she flew back down and made her way to where she last saw them.

“Oh, hey! We were about to look for you.” Gossamer flapped her wings, a few newly obtained plushies rolling away from her. “This is Hallowed, a new friend of ours. She’s totally cool with your plague-y sickness stuff, in fact, she was planning on heading that way in hopes of finding a Plague clan that would take her in. She finds it really awesome and is super stoked for Riot of Rot.” The orange tundra grinned and nodded her head, glitter floating everywhere.
Reaper didn’t necessarily believe in ghosts, but if anything would change her mind this would. If not the original thing it was a very good look alike. Reaper walked around Hallowed, eyeing every inch of her. “There’s lots of rotting flesh, sores, pain-you sure you can handle this.” Reaper finally stopped and asked.

“As long as I’m accepted and there’s something to do, I don’t mind. It’ll be fun! Plague is so inspirational.” Reaper rolled her eyes at this response, but luckily Phytolacca approached the group. “You look familiar,” she remarked, face looking a bit uncertain. “Phytolacca.”

“Hello,I'm Hallowed. I hope your clan likes festivities and costumes?”

Phytolacca shot a look of disbelief at Reaper, who just shrugged. “I want to be back before dark, let’s go both of you.” Bidding farewell to Gossamer and Gandalf, the three flew back to Plague where a reborn Hallowed made herself at home.

Hallowed may have odd colors and a very odd name, but she is a respected member of the Clan of the Valley of the Lost. Creating fun activities for her clan mates, she enjoys trying to bring a bit of fun into the everyday lives of the usually dark clan. Thriving on fun and good times, dragons often find themselves playing silly games or dressing up in crazy combos much to their dislike. If things are too tense she journeys over to the Royal Muffin Bakery to partake in their googly eyes and glitter fun-not to forget to swap party ideas too. No dragon in the clan could imagine life without her.