Hollow

I'm not really sure why I decided to hatch this girl on March 24th, 2018, as nothing special was happening on that day - but as soon as I saw her colors, I knew I wouldn't let go of her. She's become rather edgy since.
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Hollow was a lone scavenger who spent most of her time roaming around the Abiding Boneyard. She doesn't speak of her origin before that point, in fact she hardly ever speaks at all. Now, she spends most of her time dragon-watching, both in and outside of the clan. Adorned almost entirely in bones and hides she tanned herself, and having a matching pattern to boot, she's been mistaken for a dusty, rotting, walking skeleton and has frightened her clanmates on more than one occasion.

Don't be fooled by her frail appearance, though - underneath her tatters, she wears heavy armor and long claws that she stole from her previous enemies, who learned of this fact too late.

Hollow found a place within the Canyon mainly because of the strength she was surrounded with. This is the only thing she bothers to sense, other than malicious intent, with her breed's innate ability. The dragons living within the Canyon also find no reason to trifle with her, or inquire where her armor or skulls came from. They welcomed her for her own strength, and rarely wonder of her past - they figure she keeps it secret for a reason.

Her primary motivation for speaking to other dragons within the clan is to invite them to battle alongside her, and even these interactions are nearly wordless. She despises owing anyone, so she always presents her battle partners with a singular, valuable gift she procured from the period of time they fought together. Sometimes this gift takes the form of a prize feather, plate, or a rare trinket stolen from beastclans, but she also gifts discovered eggs and familiars to those she thinks they would suit better.

When she's not ambling about the Canyon or scavenging elsewhere, dragon-watching, or in combat, she resides in one of the farthest edges of the Outskirts, within a thin, almost claustrophobic cave. She is not a material dragon, so she keeps her own humble space free of any clutter or belongings, save for a few bones she's collected and formed chimes with, her weapons and armor, and some hardy plants she's brought from the Boneyard.

Hollow has few friends about the clan, usually in the other Plague dragons such as Vitsaus and Licoyo. However, she is also close with dragons who often battle alongside her, like Peregrine, even though their personalities vastly differ. She displays respect for these individuals either by simply choosing to watch them over others, or rarely by joining them randomly during their daily tasks, and attempting to help them in subtle ways. She has little social ability or motivation, and values actions far more than words. However, she displays faint curiosity for cultures and habits she has little understanding of, such as Peregrine's collection of "historic" stones and scrolls.

Her most trusted friend appears to be Thread, who can usually be seen dragon-watching with her. Sometimes they can actually be heard speaking, but both of their tones are soft enough that they are difficult to distinguish.







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