Decay

Decay

Herbalist's Satchel Trinkets Filled with herbs that are of no use to dragons. 20 White Linen Fabric Scrap Dragonmade An intact scrap of linen fabric. White is the color of kindness. 79 Stone Fertility Statue Dragonmade Statues like this are often given to matriarchs and mothers in hopes that their hatchlings develop strong and able. Many clans keep one in each of their nests for luck. 65

Character Although once an enigmatic observer of the clan, he has been appointed as a council member by the new regime for his talent with magic. He has the special responsibility of lifting and preventing curses, which have become commonplace after the clan's blasphemy towards the Lightweaver. His quarters are littered with bones and trinkets from the deceased, with shelves lining the walls, filled with jars of preserved specimens and books on arcane matters. A recluse, he focuses only on other dragons that catch his eye, rarely interacting with them, and pays no mind to trivial matters such as cleaning and organization. He is very patient with those things that interest him, however, he is subject to losing his temper when bothered or when things don't go as planned.

Moonstone Minerals & Ores This radiant gemstone is known for its magical ability to aid in the biological morphing processes of some rare types of sprites and fairies. 45 Enchanter's Hat Apparel A pointed patchwork hat woven from aged linen. It feels as though the material was once heavily enchanted. 0 Picked-Over Bones Meat Whoa, whoa, whoa. There's still plenty of meat on that bone. Now you take this home, throw it in a pot, add some broth, a potato. You've got a stew going! 41 4

Not much is known about the mysterious dragon known as Decay, however, he himself is very acquainted with the clan's affairs and its residents. He had been drawn into clan territory by the enthralling energy that lay throughout, and spent quite some time observing its operations from afar. It was almost palatable, the countless memories of tragedy, sorrow, and despair whispered by old voices in the air. He could sense so many powerful spirits, so many opportunities to cultivate his dark gift. From soul he could alter flesh and blood in their image, so he plucked a pretty dragon from her home in the sky, and watched the bodies move and meld together to form her own.

Her name was Lilith, and oh, she was beautiful, his first creation, a demon with shining eyes and sharp spikes lining the curve of her spine. She nearly clawed his eyes out after taking the first breath with her new lungs, the first beat of her heart pumping harsh adrenaline through her veins. She left scars on his face that would never quite heal right, but nevertheless he coveted her with watchful eyes since the day she was born. She was nothing but his, she owed him everything, and was caught between resentment and gratitude for the restoration of her life. Often, she would not speak to him for days, avoiding him and getting up to gods know what, before finding herself back in his waiting arms, because all of her friends were long dead, and he was all who cared about her.

Fluorite hisses curses at him from afar, shooting mystic daggers at him with her eyes, knowing what he has done to taint the Lightweaver's holy clan. He pays her no mind, in fact, he pities her, and believes she is simply a talented necromancer who's strayed away from her true path.

When he had first laid eyes on Belladonna, he was filled with the same sense of euphoria that he had felt with Lilith. His very core was gripped by the demonic energy festering and pulsating around her, tasting sickeningly sweet in the air. She seemed tense and detached, although not externally, and he could see right through her attempts to smooth-talk him like her mother would. In a way, she seemed desperate for positive attention yet repelled by dragon contact. He was the one who ended up convincing her to join him in his lair that night, and sleep alongside him and Lilith.

Since that night she has remained in his cave, growing closer to both him and Lilith, forming a passionate trio between the three of them.