Unnamed

Those who have been around in the clan long enough know of this dragon, and what her purpose is. She is but an escort, one who leads those trained to serve their highest duty. Aside from that, no one knows who she is and where she came from.

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.....Nestled within a small crater, an unhatched egg rested against the warmth of the soft, fleshy ground. The top of the egg had begun to crack, and movement could be seen underneath the translucent green shell. A young guardian soon emerged from the hull of the egg, sliding out onto the dirt and freeing itself. Her bright red eyes awkwardly blinked and adjusted to the harsh sunlight that casted itself down upon the land. After her eyes grew acquainted to the landscape, she stumbled out from the crater, low-pitched squeaks coming from the pit of her throat. A desperate call, one that only comes from pups who are lost, eager to find a parent who should be close enough to hear the small plea. Yet call after call, the guardian was still alone, and it became clear to her young mind, no one was coming. She had been abandoned.

.....The youngling wandered away from the safety of the crater, traveling along the border of the Rotrock Rim, carefully crawling over the tangled roots that covered the land. As she approached the slope of the Rim, the guardian lifted her head up into the air and sniffed. The air, dense and sticky, smelled of carrion, an unspeakable stench she was unfamiliar with. Yet upon smelling the scent, it made her stomach growl, her jowls watered, and new feeling washed over her small body. Hunger.

.....The feeling in her body and the scent of a possible meal drew her towards the center of Plague, the stench was overwhelming now, yet she didn't turn away. Before her now was a large glowing crater, the stench seeping from the churning liquid that pooled in the center. It made her vision hazy, and she squeaked in fear, her legs giving out from under her body, and she collapsed.

.....A loud, deep rumble disturbed her rest, the youngling slowly opened her eyes, her visions appearing fuzzy and unclear. Peering in the direction from where she heard the rumble, she felt a piercing gaze meet her own, a pair of large glowing eyes. It frightened the pup at first, but soon the gaze was warm, welcoming. She hadn't realized she was nestled against the warmth of the large dragon that surrounded her. With a gentle coo, the larger dragon dipped down her head and softly pressed the end of her snout to the youngling's. The guardian's throat erupted with a cheerful squeak, peering up to the much larger dragon in delight. Her small mouth opened, and for the first time she spoke.
"Mother."