Ansel

Ansel
Motherly Matriarch and Clan Representative

Theme(s): Myslovitz- Acidland (picked by CrystalRush)
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The sound of rapidly fluttering wings awoke the Tundra from her slumber.

"Hmm...?" She lazily sniffed the air. "Oh, Albie! What's the matter?"

The pale Fae flew in anxious circles in front of her, occasionally darting towards the southeast and back again. Although she did not speak, Ansel could see her crests twitching in anxiety.

"You want me to follow you?" She tilted her head, receiving a quick nod in response. "Alright, lead the way." She reluctantly rose from her resting place, stretched her wings, and took off to join her clanmate.

As the pair flew, the air took on a peculiar scent that caused the Tundra's nose to tingle.

"Albie? This scent- something isn't right." The Fae simply ignored her, disappearing behind a massive crystal spike. Fear began to prickle through her pelt.

As she rounded the spike, the fear turned to horror. She landed on one of the many smaller floating isles, looking over the chaos unfolding in the Scarred Wastelands below.

"Wh-What is this? The First Seed, the Armistice-" Her legs trembled, and she dug her claws into the ground to keep from falling over.

The scent emanating from the Flight's territory was a mix of Plague and Nature, two forces considered sisters by a majority of Sornieth. But this- this was twisted. The sight of the roots and trees exploding from the diseased landscape turned her blood to ice. She had been hatched a Nature dragon, and as such felt a deep connection to the flora, even in less verdant areas like the Starfall Isles. She knew the power such things held, and the disaster that would follow if left unchecked.

"This will be war." She croaked. "How far will this spread? What will happen to us?" The long scar along her underbelly twinged.

Her Fae companion offered no reassurances, instead staring downwards, crimson eyes glowing eerily behind her mask.
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A kind, peaceful soul, Ansel holds true to her title. She treats all of the other dragons in the Clan like her own children, regardless of whether or not they're older than her or share her blood. She is very well-liked among the Clan. The younger hatchlings often call her "grandma". She is somewhat saddened by the change of Flights, but looks forward to everything the Starwood Strand has to offer. She finds the glowing trees to be incredibly fascinating, and made her den within her favorite grove. She might actually be a dryad.

She has a long scar going from behind her front legs to the inside of her right back leg from an incident that occurred during s journey across Plague Flight territory.




Plans: Striation secondary, Coatl breed change(?) PRIMAL EYES THEY FIT HER CURRENT AESTHETIC SO WELL