Cain
The Cursed

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A plague dragon born like any other. He's not any more special or unique than any other born in the disease and famine that was the Scarred Wasteland.

However one thing seemed to stand out even when he was a only a hatchling.

Cain had an insatiable appetite. No amount of insect or vegetable satisfied him. In desperation, his mother turned to offering him meat though that only seemed to be a temporary fix. It wasn't until' she found him in the nest with his brothers and sisters, sleeping like an angel while his siblings laid still and cold, their necks punctured yet clean and dry.

No longer with the burden of many mouths to feed, Cain's mother focused now on her only son. Taking the newfound, yet tragic knowledge she now had, she experimented with his appetite ranging from raw meat, to merely blood by the bottle. The meat, however raw, only satiated the skydancer little. It was the blood from the fallen prey that seemed to put an end to Cain's hunger, albeit only for so long.

Tragically, through adolescence, Cain struck down his caregiver and fed from her during a rather frenzied night.

And on the anniversary of that night, years later, a particular spiral and her skydancer cohort found Cain almost purposefully starving himself in the middle of the Abiding Boneyard. Chained up with the key thrown just out of reach, he stared the pair down hungrily.

Neither seemed phased as the skydancer gave Cain fresh kill to drain until' all that was left was dry meat.

Clan Bloodrayne became his home ever since.

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Cain is what one would consider a "dragon's dragon". Ladies, fellas, anything in-between he seems to have a knack for flirting with.

He comes off as a bit dramatic especially when insults and such are thrown his way though his reactions come off more in a mocking sense than genuine hurt. It's almost like nothing really phases him.