Holly

Name: Holly
Position: Medic
Mate: Chronicler

Story:
Out of all her siblings born, she was truly the strangest one, her scales shimmered of 3 very different colors. She grew up under the careful care of her parents and the great leader of her clan, Deadra. As Holly grew up, she realized that many of the others kept their distance, they talked about how she was not meant to be in the shadow forest. Her scales gave her away easily. She tried to fit in with them, but they outcasted here constantly. Deadra had tried to place her in positions in which she would be accepted, she knew the young dragon had a purpose.

At some point, Holly had tried to be a healer. Things seemed to be looking up, and she had a great talent for it. She was able to help her patience to relax while she worked, and afterwards, she was able to make them completely happy. She had finally found her place and was finally fitting in, or so she thought.

Months, years even, had passed. She was happily mated to a bright shiny male named Snowking. He had come in and fallen for her beauty. They had many hatchlings together, and seemed to be inseparable. Though after a while, Snowking had started to venture off for long periods of time. One night, he didn't return, Holly, worried about her love. Went after him to find him. Unfortunately, she found him. He had joined up with a different clan in a different flight. He was working on gaining a new mate. This upset Holly more then anything else, but instead of confronting him, she took off quickly and went home.

After that, she spent a few weeks mourning the loss of her mate. She felt lost and broken, though she tried to stay positive. This turned out to be even harder to put up with, everyone was talking, and she could hear them. Eventually, this started to drive her insane. She didn't mean to look as she did, nor did she mean to chase her love off. She decided to go gather herbs for her collection so she could keep the clan healthy. She traveled I to the forbidden region of her territory. This was a territory that was ruled by outcasted, and highly aggressive dragons.

Before she knew it, she had been attacked and struck down, though, she was confused. Her attacker was one of her clanmates. She didn't understand why they had tried to kill her. She pleaded with them, before she heard them call her "Freak." Hearing the words, she went limp, slipping unconscious. She was not awake for the battle that played out, nor when she was lifted up and carried away. All she knew, was that she was laid on something soft and felt warmth around her. It had been a long time since she had it felt anyone next to her.

After a few hours, she slowly opened her eyes. Her head and body hurt more then anything else. She tried to get up, but felt someone push her back into the nest. Her eyes grew wide as they focused on the male infront of her. He was a nocturn, like her. He was orange and black, he looked so strange and unique. He announced himself as Chronicler, King of the Forbidden Region. He explained how he led any dragons that had been outcasted by Deadras clans. She listened as he described their little tribe, she willingly followed him, listening to the stories of each dragon that had come to them. At the end she looked down, she looked over her scales before looking at everyone else in this clan. Her scales were not like theirs. They were dark scaled with oranges. She was not, she was to bright colored, and would not fit well either, though before she could announce this, she heard Chronicler invite her to stay. Explaining they desperately needed a medic and that she was highly desired by them, they wouldnt judge her scales, as it was the heart that mattered. Not having a den of her own yet, she stayed with Chronicler until her den was complete. Though once it was, she realized she didn't like the idea of leaving Chroniclers side. She did set the new den up to be a healers den. Though after a few days of sleeping there, she woke up and gave in. She crept down to Chroniclers den and snuck in, curling up next to him slowly.

A little extra:
Deadra had been angry do to the loss of the healer, banishing the dragon who had tried to kill Holly, though hearing reports of seeing a white dragon in the forbidden lands brought her hope. She organized a search and rescue team, invading the forbidden lands. It didn't take long for them to find the main clearing where the 'savage' outcasts lived. Deadra stormed in with her team. ready to fight. The Outcasts, knowing they were well outnumbered, scattered as quickly as they could. Chronicler got up to face Deadra, his tail swishing with anger. This was a disgrace and against rules and laws. He was making it clear of his displeasure, that was before he was silanced woth a harsh growl, though the growl came from next to him. It was Holly, she heard the demand, of being forced to return. They hadn't wanted her and she had been mistreated there. Here, she was welcomed, praised, and accepted. She announced that she was home and didn't plan on leaving, turning her back on Deadra and her clan.

After the fact:
Now she is happily mated to Chronicler, spending her free time wrapping gifts and making care packages for anyone who might be in need. She is open and kind, willing to listen and accept all