Total deafness in her left ear. Right ear hearing slowly deteriorating. Mild Asthma due to moving to Wind Easily injured Weak Immune System Fatigue Anemia Vertigo Fainting Hemophilia Heart Failure "That sick coatl with scars and bloodstains? Yeah that's Cirruli." Born to a pair of loving parents despite the illness that ran deep within the family, Cirruli quickly learnt about the burden her family had, and her siblings will now, carry. The notorious Nosos virus that continuously kept her kind population in check was deeply engraved within her body, her dull, greying feathers, and her horrible excuse of a blood. The only thing that could keep her going was her family, they were so so bubbly and happy despite what has befall on them.

She believed they were all she needed by her side then, but now she's not so sure anymore.

It wasn't until her hearing in her left ear completely destroys itself that she realized that her family might not be enough. She's shaky and weak in her stride, her skin rupture almost as easily as a soaked paper, and her blood isn't enough to sustain her, let alone have some to spare for it to spill out of her half dead body like a waterfall.

Her father had talked to her one day about their collective fate they're subjected to. She didn't understand why he takes it in stride so calmly. That also applies to her whole family. Her senses failed her as she sunk into self pity and resentment, all the while she grew frailer and frailer. Respiration started to become a problem for her - with her constantly depleting blood barely competent enough to carry her the air she needed. Her heart begun to momentarily stop as supplies of air she could draw from the air grazes the bare minimum she needed to stay conscious.

Soon, emotions was lost to her as she struggled with simply breathing without getting tired. Desperation to survive overweigh reason. As a last-ditch attempt at easing her possibly last moments, she departed from the Scarred Wastelands to the Windswept Plateau.

The pristine air of the Windswept Plateau immediately soothed her lungs, and the peaceful silence lulled her ear with the most wonderful of sounds she had heard in a while. For the first time in a long while, she felt healthy and carefree. Power returned to her limbs and wings after the long trip, and she set out to find a place to stay. It was then she realized that, while the thought rarely crossed her mind before, it is a real concern now - she is a white coatl. A bad omen. Not to mention, sick. She won't be useful no matter where. Disheartened, she walked the Plateau. Keeping in mind to avoid the Twisting Crescendo and the Zephyr Steppes - she is too weak for that caliber of current, and she rather not surprise dragons with her horrible appearance. One look at her and hatchlings would cry. Dull white and various scar littered across her body, an unsightly coatl she is.

She walked on and on, her limbs aching no matter how much air she breathed in. As she slumped with exhaustion, behind her she glimpsed a Tigerblood Foo approaching her. She went stiff as the familiar looked at her, sniffing at her, and sat beside her. Confused, she got up and walked away, but the tiger followed her. In the end, the tiger ended up walking side by side with her, it even aided her when her limbs crumpled to the ground. In that small time frame, it became her best friend.

After a while, they reached the base of a cliff that could be use as a resting place for the night. However, before her or the tiger could laid down, a majestic nocturne landed in front of him. She introduced herself as Sacred, and invited them to rest in her clan, as they're actually trespassing in Sacred's Clan's territory. Eyes wild, bulging, she asked. " Aren't you - didn't you notice I am a white coatl?" To which Sacred simply replied, "We have much more worrisome things to worry about than some superstitious coatl folklore. So, are you coming or not?"

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Apparently the more "worrisome" things Sacred had mentioned was ironically, superstitious stuff. It was her first encounter with the paranormal, and they're...surprisingly nice to her. Not long after her arrival, Burgess showed up. He was miserable, just like her. She found herself slowly drawn to the imperial, it was like death took sympathy on her and beckoned her to one of her kind - someone who should be dead. But he convinced her otherwise, how he wished he was alive, how life was wonderful. Slowly, she wanted to live, not to make her last moments painless, but become a permanent resident of this clan. Everyone was so nice, so kind to her, she wishes to reciprocate all of that warmth they've given her.

Before she knew it, she became one of the permanent members here with the graceful job of spirit caretaking, and is now constantly has spirits trailing behind her. Despite the supposed job as a caretaker, she felt as if these spirits are the one looking after her - something that both gives her weird vibes and made her feel eternally grateful.

And so, if she were to die, she wanted to die here. Surrounded by her friends, and the people she loved.