Asshai

Sangria
Pure Second Generation Imperial

The earthen lands were hardly what Sangria could call miserable, but deep inside, there was still a hidden spirit that yearned for the deep tones of red and the scent of decay. Plague was a foreign land to her, a mere daydream to which she escaped in an attempt to disregard reality, yet, for all the unknown of the rotting, barren wasteland, her only desire was to journey into the realm. Yes, she was born into Earth, and yes, all of her childhood she had spent scaling the weathered and cracked stone, learning to dart around daggers of rocks and slither down the rugged mountainside. She was one of the best in the clan, agility wise, and she could undoubtedly travel through the labyrinth of boulders while blindfolded, trotting effortlessly around obstacles with practiced ease.

But Sangria wanted more than that. Her dream was to feel the soft, squishy padding of death beneath her paws, sinking deeper with each step; she was ever so eager to drift on the contaminated breeze, a rotting scent whisking through the sky. Her wingtips quivered in anticipation when she was lost in thought, yearning to glided over the tangled forests of mutated and diseased growths. As she was often carried away by such fantasies, it was no surprise to her birth clan when she disappeared one evening.

Sangria packed sparingly, storing her treasured apparel and materials in a small saddlebag before taking off into the afternoon sky, drifting into the sunset. While she had taken a bundle of leaves, it was not enough to sustain her for long, and after she had crossed into the plague territory, she landed to hunt. Not long afterwards, Sangria caught her first prey in the new land, a mutated frog of sorts that she had spotted swimming in a puddle of tainted rainwater. Following the short meal, she wandered by paw around the area, until she noticed a narrow path leading into the forest.

She trotted along the path, noticing with excitement that it had been used well, and seemingly recently. In no time she reached the entrance to a massive lair; the cave had been dug out of the soft plague ground, into the side of a looming cliff. With a deep breath, Sangria suppressed her anxiety and exhilaration and stepped inside. It was the start of a new life.