Rosanne

Once upon a time Rosanne was a joyous dragon. She came from a lovely clan in the Icefields of the South before being accepted into a quaint little Lightning clan. The change in weather was a large one, from ice and snow to sand and storms wasn't easy, yet she managed it well. Eventually she even felt at home there with a mate and friends once upon a time.

One day her clan leader stepped down Tyira stepped down from her position, passing it on to the lovely Imperial Seraphina, who decided they should make the move to Light to avoid a near by war between some bitter clans. Rosanne was delighted to see a new area! She was a trusted warrior now, trained by two of the clans most valued dragons whom she trusted with her life. They had talked of stepping down from their roll as trainers, leaving the honored task to Rosanne, their prized pupil. She would be able to bask in the light, raise her hatchlings with her mate, and train young dragons to defend their homes and loved ones. Once upon a time she looked forwards to a bright future

The journey though was a struggle and some died on the way, including her clutch. That was the start of the end. She was devastated. Yet the rest of her loved ones arrived safe and sound, unaware of the brewing storm.

There was a war, one that shook her clan to it's core. In a vicious battle between her clan and a Plague battle force she defended the clan with her life, watching as darkness slowly swallowed her vision and the noise of combat faded into the abyss. She was somewhat shocked to wake up, and angered. She felt nothing but hatred towards her clan leaders, that and a fire raging through her veins. She soon learned half the clan had been wiped out, her mate and mentors among the deceased. Once upon a time her heart was shattered.

She was made to help train the Queen, the coward Seraphina who caused this whole mess. The agonizing infernal raged on. She couldn't kill the Queen, but she could certainly cause trouble. Yet did she really want to? She couldn't hurt her clan, for once upon a time she loved them.

That's when it happened, the clan brought in December, a regal young wildclaw to help her train the young, to replace her mentors. What little sanity she had left dissolved. She gave into the infernal that had raged on so long. She lunged at the nearest dragon. She bit deep into their neck, she moved to the next in bloodlust. Once upon a time she destroyed 20 souls, from the innocent young to the weary elders. None were spared. Once upon a time the loved defender succumbed to a curse like no other.

It took many to stop her rage, to confine her to a cage. It was December who did the deed. Luring the former dragoness turned creature into the forests, right into her trap. Greatly injuring Rosanne, leaving her for dead. Once upon a time Rosanne would have cried for forgiveness, but creatures don't need others.

Now she wanders the night waiting. For poor souls to wander to close to her waiting fangs. To decimate all who live happily in the light of day. Yet she has other plans for the clan she once called home, plans to rule them as a twisted queen of the night, with them her cursed minions. For once she was the defender of life, and now she is a monster who lives off of death. Yet perhaps a part of her still fights for good, and perhaps it isn't too late for her soul to be saved.