Pestilence

“Now, now…” The gentle hiss of the fae’s voice comes from beside your right ear, sending a shiver down your spine. Her long, spindly claws stroke gently down the side of your cheek, lingering there has her breath warms the back of your neck. “There’s no need to be afraid.”

She giggles as she pulls away, an eerie silence following before the clatter of metal makes your heart begin to race in it’s chest. She steps into your field of view, and you hold back a cry of fear at her appearance.

The skin that wrapped tightly around her small and scrawny frame was covered in scars and boils, pus and blood staining her body and leaving your stomach churning in nausea. Her beady, bloodshot eyes watch you from beneath her hood, a smile way too big for her face causing your skin to prickle with unease.

In her talons, she holds a syringe, filled with a sickeningly green liquid. You begin to struggle against your restraints.

“Let’s have some fun, shall we?”
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Pestilence lives to watch others suffer, her entire world revolving around the ability to make others succumb to disease. Her specialty is one that comes with a mere touch of her hand, a sickness so rotten that it drives dragons to madness. Frothing at the mouth, they will lunge after their denmates, and begin to act as if they were nothing more than the animal Pestilence views them as. She enjoys watching the chaos that follows, the fear and pain in another dragons eyes as they realise what their loved one had become.

It was a beautiful sight.

While Pestilence is not fond of many dragons, she occasionally takes a liking to dragons that have been affected by her disease. Those dragons she will keep around her, feeding them and keeping them as though they were her pack of rabid dogs. Her favorite is a small Spiral named Autumn, who she keeps with her at nearly all times.

Lore by AloneTogether