Envy

Offspring Lore:
CHARMAYNE

"What a cheerful little dragon," they would say. Her reputation had always preceded her. She could usually be found skipping around the Glass Shatter clan's territory, whistling or humming a light-hearted tune. Many dragons within the clan admired her carefree attitude and her positive outlook on life. It's a good thing they couldn't read her thoughts.

Why was she always humming? Because the tune would drown out the voices. She may appear pleasant to everyone else, but the voices in her head were less than happy... they were downright malevolent at times. If she believed in a higher power, then she might think they were demonic. "You don't need them..." the voices would whisper, "Wouldn't it be better if they were all dead? We could finally be alone. It would be just us... You could do it, you know? While they're all sleeping, you could do it..." Humming a bit louder, she would smile and ignore the voices... for now. Going about her way, she would skip through the snow and another dragon would be sure to comment, "What a happy little thing!"

The voices were too much... she knew she had to leave. On to the Icewarden's realm she went. Her parents were heartbroken when they found out their daughter had sacrificed herself. She had always been so happy. Where had they gone wrong?

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CITRUS

"What an odd little creature," he heard the comments, though he pretended to ignore them. Born in a land of ice and snow, with the dense coat of a tundra no less, Citrus was perpetually cold. No one could really figure it out. His parents and siblings had thrived in the Southern Icefield. They loved nothing more than being out in the cold, wintery air. But, not Citrus. Maybe something was wrong with his fur, maybe his heart just ran slower than the rest- not moving enough blood to keep him warm. Either way, Citrus was becoming depressed. He would dream of warmer climates, of digging his toes in the sand and splashing around on a tropical beach somewhere, or making a trek under the desert sun.

He was teased for his hatred of the snow. He was beginning to think he would never fit in when his mother, an ice tundra herself, took him aside one day. "Before I met your father, all I wanted to do was explore Sornieth. I would have given anything to travel in the warmer lands. To see the the lands where the sun shines bright, like the Viridian Labyrinth, or the heated domain of the Ashfall Waste. But it's something I could never do. I've been to the Tangled Wood, but only because it was shaded. Many tundras stay in the Southern Icefield their entire lives because they can't stand to live outside of the cold." She hugged him close, "You're the lucky one. You'll never be tied to your birthplace because of the climate. You're free to explore all of the territories in Sornieth that some tundras could only dream of." She looked down in time to see a shimmer of hope flash in his eye, "This isn't a curse for you, son. This is your opportunity