Ghost

Name: Ghost Gender: Cisgender Female Sexuality: Lesbian Ace Mate: None

Role: Healer Length: ??? Wingspan: ??? Weight: ???

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Ghost isn't a bad dragon, just a little bit misunderstood. Sure, the last dragon she operated on died and ended up crawling out of the grave a little bit over a week later, but honestly, is that so bad? She's just doing her job, no matter how inconveniently it plays out. Please stop poking her multiple eyes, or she might stab you with a scalpel.

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"Good morning."

Rosetta doesn't bother turning to the entrance, raising a clawed hand in dismissal as she waves the intruder away.

"I already told you, Virus, I'm fine."

"I am certainly not Virus, and you are certainly not fine."

This catches her attention, and she makes the mistake of turning around to confront the raspy voice.

She winces reflexively, catching sight of the numerous twitching and shuddering red eyes on the guardians body, darting from place to place in interest and leaking occasionally. She thinks back to Jericho's accidental transformation, the lidded eyes blinking lazily on the fae's body; dark and all focused wherever her frontal ones would wander. Ghost's are nothing like that; unsynced and rapidly blinking at any given moment, while her original eyes would be locked seemingly on an unidentifiable place, wandering off slightly, before she blinked and returned her gaze. She turns around just as quickly.

"Virtue has already taken care of my checkup for this month, though I appreciate your concern-"

"Virtue has no say in this matter. You know very well she is sick too."

This makes Rosetta freeze, wondering exactly where Ghost is going with this. She remembers the day after her return, Ghost eyeing her outstretched claw in greeting, and her tail twitching in discomfort as Virtue apologized profusely for her mentors rudeness. claiming "She isn't a fan of germs, um, and newcomers, she's an amazingly intelligent doctor though... saved our members many times over..." and Ghost narrowed her eyes at the golden guardian, seemingly saying 'I'm not bothering to explain this to you, so I'll let her do it'.

Before she realizes it, Ghost is in front of her, sterile smelling peppermint on her breath, like bitter mouthwash that burns the inside of your maw. She realizes fuzzily she's wearing her gloves; so tight they seem to blend in with her patchy blue skin.

"What do you mean by si-"

Suddenly, she's on the ground, a blue grotesque form towering over her, and she reacts instantly. Light beams from her body in warning and panic, but it's quenched by the dark moving mass climbing on top of her, and she slowly realizes that her body is subdued in paralysis, only her breath coming out in quickened puffs. For a moment, the guardian's eyes seemingly glow in the shadow of her lair, and blurry tentacles are spouted from her back grotesquely, but she blinks and it's gone, just the silhouette of a dragon blocking her view from her ceiling lamp.

"You. You are sick. And I'm sick of it. We all are."

The only thing that registers in her brain is 'You are sick." before there's a sharp object pressing against her throat, making it hard to breathe. She fruitlessly tries to get her limbs to move, to do anything, but she remains still, her eyes locked on the twisted features on their supposed healer.

"You water dragons. So sentimental. I don't know why they didn't leave you in your crumbling territory with the rest of your pitiful kind."

The words burn into her skin like the runes seared into her body during her transformation, and she opens her mouth, but no words come out.

"You can't even be a functional dragon, so what gives you the right to be our leader? Hm? Spending your days locked up in your hidey hole while the rest of us struggle to flourish. To survive."

The pressure on her neck loosens, but her breath has gone shallow, and she thinks distantly that there's tears streaming down her face, not out of sadness, but out of the overwhelming air of fear clogging her throat. Ghost leans down further, nearly touching the bridge of her nose with hers.

"I will make you stronger. Stronger than that useless idol could ever make you."

And with those words, Rosetta closes her eyes, ignoring the red suddenly swimming around the room, behind her eyes, and falls unconscious.

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theme song thats a little nsfw but ignore it



Smells like rubbing alcohol and latex gloves. Stingy.