Anastasia

The coatl girl had spent her life with Herne, who had tossed her to one side, saying he didn't need a mate anymore. Casted out of the clan, Anastasia wandered about the lands. Luckily, her father, Vesparian had found her and brought her back to her birth clan. She may have been a coatl now instead of the snapper she used to be, but her family accepted her anyway. Relatively shy, she tends to keep to her family only, instead of mixing around with the other dragons. She usually spends her time decorating her nest and collect what she deems pretty.

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At her previous clan, she picked up quite a few skills. She learnt a bit of herbal medicine, such that she could better take care of her hatchlings.

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"Hey. You all right?"

Anastasia looked up from her hiding spot, startled. She had been crying for a few hours and had hoped no one would find her. She looked at the dark green eyes looking at her with concern, racking through her brain for the imperial's name.

"I'm sorry...you are?" Her voice came out thinly, like a strand of spider's silk.

The imperial glanced at her with confusion before replying.

"Erebus. I've seen you around the clan. Viola's daughter, right?"

Anastasia nodded meekly, wondering why Erebus was here.

"I've heard what happened to you years back. I may not be good with words, but if you need a shoulder to cry on, I'm here." Erebus said.