Morrigan

A proud warrior once from the lands of the unknown and unpredictable. A warrior of the Arcana, but she was the odd one of litter: no magic at hand. But with her surroundings she grew physical strength while having a mind sharp as any other magic user.

Equipped with knowledge of the unexpected, she made her way to various lands and found herself lost in a storm.. it nearly tore her wings and before she knew what came of her, she came crashing down onto the hard cold plains of death..

It wasn't kind at all, but when was it ever? She awoke to the icy winds slicing at her body and overtaking her form.

It was hard to breathe

It consumed her as the last though that ran through her head was... simply nothing.



Then she awoke in warmth and heat.. It was unlike anything else she'd experienced. The land of the arcana don't have the same feeling as what she was with. It was... beautiful and kind. She met just a family filled with dragons from all walks of life, and they allowed her to stay for the while. During that time she felt like she could finally have a home where she was accepted and cared for. The land was brutal but something felt nice within the cold unforgiving land that made her want to stay.

And so she did.