Cheshire

OLD LORE

"Cheshire... What an odd name for a dragon" whispers murmured in her ears, as she kept her gaze straight, pretending that they didn't exist. "I heard she doesn't have parents!" "That's dumb. How can she be alive without parents? It's impossible" "have you seen her eyes? They are so creepy... a pale green, like the color of vomit" a giggle emitted from the dragon talking.

Cheshire's parents never lived long enough to raise her. They were Unnamed and unclaimed, dieing before they had a chance to look at the only egg they prouduced together hatch. Cheshire was left to fend off on her own. Pointy thorns grew around her, ensnarling her, and growing light blue fungi. She was a living freak, displaying ropes of thorns and fungi growing from her scales. A freak of nature. She slowly gave up hope, trying to rip out the embedded plant life was like trying to forcefully rip off your claw! It hurt, like it was part of her. She learned tricks. How to foolishly guide someone to pity her, how to barrow things. People didn't mind. They didn't like her anyway. Her glowing fungi keep her awake each night, pulsing with a soft blue light. Soon, she accepted that she couldn't change herself. Oh how much she wished to kill the mean dragons who bullied her, letting them have their own taste of their medican.
(Lore written by SweetToothArt)

New lore ideas
-born sick??
-learns to coexist with plants
-plants kinda parasitic
-smoke is medicinal and dulls plants