Xol

"....only those who adapt....may survive..."

Those are the only words the selective mute dragon spoke besides her name.

Mysteriously showed up near the clan when found nearly frozen to death. She very rarely speaks or even interacts with others. A good reason for most, too - as she lashes out in fear and hostility when too much around her is going on. Once when she and Refuge were out foraging as a means of therapy, something as simple as a branch falling caused her to lose it.

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The darkness of the Tangled Wood enveloped Xol as she skittered through the underbrush. There was rarely a day when the sun shone on the cursed land, but the Wildclaw didn’t mind. The darkness made her feel safe in her own skin. However, the lack of sunlight lead to a particular coldness washing over the land. Today in particular was very cold. A dark, inky blackness crept around Xol and her movement slowed. What was this coldness? It was nothing like she’d experienced before. Then again, this was a new territory to the female. Her consciousness began to fade, but she fought against it by lashing out at the inky black in vain. Her eyes fluttered shut and she collapsed onto the ground.
When Xol came to there was an unfamiliar dragon scent. She was wrapped in blankets and so very cold. Her eyes snapped open and scanned the dark cave. Cool blue mushrooms light up the darkness and and she could make out a dragon near her. She shifted, trying to get up. The stranger turned slowly to her, “Oh good, you’re awake! You were very nearly dead. Never seen anything like that before.”
Xol hissed and raised the feathers along her head and neck. "....only those who adapt....may survive..." The mantra she’d been telling herself for months flowed out. It kept her going when life got rough. She scratched at the ground and stomped. The other dragon was obviously alarmed, but began to hum a tune. The gentle tune soothed Xol. The two became friends, but Xol’s episodes are unpredictable. She is prone to hissing, growling, stomping, lashing her tail, and destroying property when overwhelmed. Something as small as a branch falling or bird chirping can set her off. Her instability makes others stray away from her, but that is probably for the better.

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"Mother...father...I'm sorry for who I've become."