Blanc

___________________________________________________________ Blanc Warrior

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♛ "I'll kill them." ♛ _________________________

B I O G R A P H Y Main Theme: 60311 ______ Blanc is the strongest dragon in the clan. Her blood is poisonous, containing a bloodborne disease that causes blood vessels to burst and for the dragon to bleed out, given by an enemy ridgeback named Blodurr. The only reason she has not died from it is because of her plague magic. She usually coats her sword with her blood before a battle, and a slash from it is sure to either to make a scratch or wound infected. She does not kill to hunt for the others, her prey is sure to be diseased even while dead, but she does serve as their bodyguard. Location: Unable to settle in once place, Blanc is constantly patrolling the lands, making sure there are no threats to her clan. She is often found in the wastelands, away from other dragons. Plague Dragon Morphology: -Resistance to any sort of disease -Having her breathe on you without her mask can cause you to catch a cold a few days afterwards if you are not a plague dragon -Somewhat of a poison resistance -Sharper claws that carry disease -Her plague magic is so powerful sometimes that she causes even the fauna around her to be sick or forcefully mutate. She is forbidden from entering the food storages and must have food brought to her because she will make the food go rotten. -Her spit, when it does not have her blood in it, causes mutations. If she licks you you're going to experience odd bodily changes (and probably feel sick during the changes). ______ _

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Dream genes:



Poison: Done!
Capsule: Done!
Noxtide: Done!

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"I have known Order since the day he was born." Blanc said, "He respects boundaries well but can be very alluring when he wants to be. I wouldn't be deceived by his off-claw persona if I were you."





"A foolish child who was hardened through war. He has also adopted a persona, much like Order has. He has a talent for teaching others how to fight. He may even surpass me one day." She paused, and then let out a puff of amusement, "Perhaps in a century or two."





"In wildclaw culture, Almisael would be regarded as the 'lowest rank'. The nonfighter. The one who gets kidnapped by other clans." She paused, "However... good luck trying to take her without Claw trying to hunt you down to the ends of the earth. And I will certainly delight in it when he brings your head back in his fangs."





"Quince and I grew up together. We have seen many wars, made many hatchlings... but we have gone our own ways, followed our own paths to further this clan's goals. I cannot talk much about him, for he guards many of our clan's secrets."





"Garou is also a dragon that survived the many wars of the Kaimu clan. He was not always a 'ghost', he was a simple shadow skydancer that loved to play tricks." She sighed, "I suppose everyone has their own ways of coping with trauma. I cannot catch him because of my curse, but if you do see a glimpse of a dragon-like ghost, please try your best to catch him. It would cheer him up immensely."





"Skyria is even older than I." A wry smile crossed her painted face, "He has been in the clan for the longest, out of any of us." She paused, "He is much like Order. He carries a curse, but instead of wind it is of fire. And he's not even a fire dragon. He is not very friendly, but he is like a bird. Let him come to you if you wish to meet him."





"Sota is a large, loving, very powerful dragon. You can likely find her at the source of a sudden cold breeze on a hot day. Unfortunately, she wasn't very well received in the Nature Flight and so she has gone into hiding. I am afraid you cannot meet her until we move once more."





"... I do not want to talk about Allen. If you find him, it is best to find more about him from himself."

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Clan Stories


Meeting

Seeing a vast territory with plenty of food, Brev settled there with his new pack until Blanc found him. She allowed him to stay, provided he didn't bother the other residents here.

"What other residents? I haven't seen them." Brev huffed.

"They're probably hidden in their territories. You'll know when you see them. If you give us trouble, then I will chase you and your pack away."

"You? Take on all of us?" Brev laughed, puffing out and flaring his crest.

"You'll find that drawing a drop of my blood will be a huge mistake." Blanc growled back, her eyes blazing a red-green from the inside of her skull mask.

"Brev, don't anger clan. If you're looking to scuffle then fight me." Kii said with a lashing tail. Mek and Sune, still hatchlings, watched from behind them, minding Kii's tail.

"Tch. Fine, I don't want unnecessary quarrel anyway." Brev growled, turning away.

"I'll be watching you." Blanc hissed, and walked away. The jagged sword on her hip gleamed as if in warning.

Brev immediately took Kii up on her offer, approaching with his head low and nipping and pushing her about while she hissed and pushed back. The hatchlings cheered them on with curious eyes and screeches.

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