Pulse

A viciously pragmatic dragon, Pulse's earliest memories are of creating her pearl near the bubbling craters in Rotrock Rim, the scent of hot scales and blood fresh in the wake of the last sweeping plague. As a child, Pulse enjoyed befriending the more foolish of the clan, if only to watch how the Plaguebringer's genius transformed them for their bumbling; into either fascinating creatures of ooze and illness or beautiful bleached landmarks along the twisted paths.

As an adult Pulse enjoyed wandering the Boneyard, collecting odd specimens of warped marrow and displaying them in glass boxes in her lair, lit softly with highly poisonous but luminescent fungi. It was this collection that enchanted her first mate Fever, and he courted her in earnest, each day complimenting her cleverness and her artistry with the Plaguebringer's blessings. They had several clutches together within the Reignbow clan, taking pride in their monopoly over the Plaguebringer's favored color. Pulse and Fever thought themselves the envy of the entire flight, and their blood red scales only proved the Bringer's favor.

Pulse went on this way for some time, teaching her children the importance of getting to know everyone in the clan, if only to know which would be too stupid to dodge the Great Plague's wrath. It was this pride that shattered her worldview when on a trip to visit the Great Clan Aim, they were ambushed by opportunistic bandits. Before Pulse knew it the bandits had torn off her mate's wings and were making quick work of the weaker members of her last clutch. Grabbing the strong and leaving the weak behind she fled back to their Clan Lands, the image of her broken offspring and mutilated mate burned into her eyes.

Since then, Pulse has become quiet, no longer bragging to her children about their special place under the Plaguebringer's wing, but whispering warnings and passing her knowledge of defensive diseases in case someone else thought to best her Clan with cowardly trickery. She took another mate, whose name was once Magnamos, but whom she refused to call by any name other than Fever. he too would eventually leave her, called by the Plaguebringer herself, an honor that Pulse aspired to. An opportunity that was taken away.

Infuriated by her deity's abandonment, Pulse grew wild with rage an envy. Any red dragon she saw she attacked, screaming for Fever as though the male could hear her in the abyss. She accused any and every red dragon of treason, calling for the clan to take action against them. Frequently she called for them to be exiled, but her cries fell on deaf ears.

Her own children began to shun her. Calling her the crazy one, they pushed her farther and farther into the outskirts of clan territory. Her bold faced lies and accusations became more sensational with each day, eventually targeting any dragon, and not just those who reminded her of her loss.

There came a day when the Reignbow Clan had had enough of her treachery, and fearing for two young hatchlings, the Clan voted to exile her. Driving her from her ancestral lands, Pulse was exiled, never to return.

"The fever is what keeps us, and the pulse what moves the rot through the world. May the Plaguebringer remake the world in bloodfire." ~Pulse