Plague

A sly smile that smells of rot. Sharp claws that that are crusted with dried blood. Strong muscles hidden underneath bony joints. Her presence makes you feel like you have a fever and the chills, shivering especially so when you look into her nearly pure white eyes. They seem to see your weaknesses.

but if you ignore all of this, and learn the truth of her personality behind the illusion, she is warm, and rather loyal, and somehow... all of these terrifying qualities seem to fade into non-existence.

It seems to be a curse, of sorts, placed upon her. No one is sure where it came from, as they'd simply found an abandoned hatchling shivering and on the brink of death in the middle of nowhere. Everyone was certain she wouldn't make it, especially considering she looks so ill to those still seeing her cursed form.

Many dragonlets and hatchlings avoid her due to rumors that she eats younglings, and even a small handful of adult dragons that have yet to break the barrier. It doesn't help that she's mischievous at heart and unlucky often enough that it's theorized to be part of her curse.

Because of this curse and a prank gone wrong, Plague avoids younglings as much as possible and gets anxious around them. If she can calm down enough, however, she's actually quite fond of them. She wants to get over her worries one day and adopt some younglings with her girlfriend Vivzie, but that's still far in the future.

For now, she simply needs to focus on deciding her Task within the Clan and how to stop her attitude towards the few judgmental dragons from clouding her reasoning.