Belladonna

Belladonna Belladonna is much like her mother- stunningly dark, pristinely-groomed, eloquent, and rotten to the core. Her earliest memories are of watching her wait by the roadside, flaunting her beauty and feigning hurt, luring in male dragons for the night and leaving them soulless and empty by dawn. She admired her, from underneath the bush she hid, taking control of those simple minded mortals, and dreamed of being that powerful.

Bella lived with her mother in a small, secluded cottage on the outskirts of a nearby clan. Their hoard was heavy with coin, and their quarters lined with trinkets and treasures, yet in that tiny house they remained. "It is how it must be," her mother would mutter, as they flew over the extravagant lairs of their neighbors. They were seen as outcasts, and said to be cursed due to their dark plumage, a local mark of demonhood, the residents of the western Ruins very superstitious due to their close proximity to shadow territory. Often, juveniles would throw rocks and excrement at her, shouting curses and expletives, or at the very least, avoiding eye contact or ignoring their presence altogether.

"You're disgusting." "What's wrong with you?!" "You should've never been born!"

An orange dragon around her age lay her first kill, at the dawn of her adulthood. She fell in love with the way his blood, his life force, trickled out of him like rain down a mountain. Perhaps her presence truly was a curse, with her slaying all the clans young, all those who taunted her, all those that denied her. They would be immortalized in their sin as a part of her for eternity. Red ran down the streets, reflected in the eyes of their parents, glistening in the light of the rising sun. She headed east that morning, leaving her home town as chaotic as they had made her feel for moons on end. Decay found her resting among brambles, and took her under his wing, sensing the way her soul warped the energy around her, and a desire for bloodshed that rivaled Lilith's. He could see the burning disdain she had for other dragons despite her silver tongue, a tumultuous worldview not unlike that of a demon. Without his watchful eye, he would sure see the clan he adores destroyed much like her home.

Lilith and Decay are the first dragons she hasn't secretly wanted to rip to shreds, and she flanks the older female like a lost hatchling, always yearning to be close to her. It wasn't long before they formed a sort of a tryst between the three of them- a tantric and carnal bond with one another.