RedVelvet

The son of Peony and Pumice. He stuck around the clan and coordinates the entering and exiting of dragons.

Red Velvet felt a sense of disgust go through him. He hated his parents. More like siblings than mates they walked together through the lair. He hated looking at the happy faces of his own daughter and her mate. Their children sold off as fodder to the deities. His hate drove deep into his heart.

He shook his head as the tendrils on his skin writhed. The black inky substance marred his 'beautiful' colors that gave him such a sickly sweet name. He was like red velvet in only the way of smoothly moving along through the clan unnoticed. Red blood woven into soft fuzz. He soothed others with his pretty words and pleasant smile.

The ink dripped from his lips. It ran down his chin to cling and clump on his proud beard. The blackness seeped right out of his scales. He could only wish some one could see how his hate oozed out from him as the darkness on his skin. Such stupidity.

Only the clear eyes of Honest Child saw him for what he was. A cursed demon in a dragon shell. Her own eyes held nothing of care or empathy. Honest? The only honesty in her is what her eyes can see. Sneaking through the lairs of friend or foe, stealing secrets and dragging them back like a bleeding carcass. She'll feast on those secrets and regurgitate what she wishes to the dreaded leader.

Ms. Pinkie's gaze followed him through the hallways and out to the meeting rooms. Deceit is a familiar smell to her. She breed her own embodiment of it in the form of Honest Child. Her gaze and that of her sneak daughter will continue to follow the ink hearted dragon. His dark stained foot prints mopped up before the could be treadled on by another.
By Vihn