Italy

She grew up in a nature nest where the moss and night flowers were what her fellow clan members cherished. Like her siblings she to was kind and a like reserved she grew older she would watch dragons her age fight for scraps and and a good laugh yet her clan forbade such bad manner she felt drawn to such darkness.
When her sister died of an unknown disease, Italy found her self caring for his sister for moons as is tore apart her lungs and inflicted pain into every movement. One night when the moon was no more the a slice of silver in the dark sky, Italy such into the nest her sister lay in, chest heaving and eyes not even bother to open in greeting. She softened her sister peace, a drink of fresh water from the spring, laced in the water was deadly poison. Her sister was dead before the water was even drank. Her clan mourned, assuming the sickness has taken her in her sleep. but not Italy. For her sisters death was tragic she found that her sister was now at peace. So she found a love for saving those who could only be saved by death. Offering them a companion and a fresh drink of water. No longer does she reside in the nature lands. Now she scavenged through the plague bringers homeland. Screeching for cures and only ever bringing death



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”tools” of the trade

life holder- dont let the name fool you.. This crystal is made to TRAP life
plagues ink-dont wanna meet the fishy that donated that
bitty bones-polly want a cracker?
weasly wort- surprisingly has nothing to do with weasles
phenix ash- smash vile incase of desaster
death log/dead pool- anyoneone up for some light reading?
cursed crystal- ooOOoo shiny