Azami

The Arcane energies were already affecting Azami, even before she had left her home land. The pale pink gems that were, what she considered, the arcane energies inside her being too much for her small body to hold and thus pushed out between her scales, adorning her body with the pretty pink colour that would constantly remind her of her home.

Her mental health at the time had been kind of shaky, there was just too much energy for one so small. The shift to shadowlands was what pushed her over the edge, spiralling slowly into madness. She was a baby, yes. But people were wary of her. They didn’t have to get too close to sense the magicks and energies pulsing around the dark hatchling. And to have all that energy, with the risk of it hurting not only their enemies but also themselves, the dragons began to wonder when it would backfire, when it would end them...