Iride

Iride
Magical Shard hoarder

I only remember a bit, but I know I was born in a plague clan, the clan was full of smelling carcasses, bones, and had a horrid leader.
I knew my parents loved me, but their leader didn't. When she saw me, I knew she hated me the moment she saw me. She was a Bogsneak, her skin the color of deserts and wings the color of blood. She was covered in.. what looked like, Sage clothing. I refer to her as Bloodsneak, I knew that wasn't her real name, though.
That night I was born, when everyone but her was asleep, she picked me up, and threw me out of their territory. When Winterwheat and Crimson were expanding territory, well, from what they said, I was just there, right in front of them.
When I woke up, I was in a cave, they were watching over me. I knew this was a plague clan as well.
Winterwheat and Crimson came back with another Imperial, he looked younger than me, the colors of a zebra but much more different markings, he was also a plague dragon.
Winterwheat was much nicer than that dreaded Bloodsneak, Winterwheat was much less terrifying and more of a better leader. Up to now, where dragons are roaming these caves, is a Lightning clan.
Me being a plague dragon even, instead of spreading sickness, I wanted to spread peace.


By Nirah

Note: This is CrimsonKetchup’s very first dragon she bought on the Auction House!