Misha

Her clan mates know her as a kind hearted soul who is much stronger than she gives herself credit for and who is always too hard on herself. To outsiders, she appears as a quiet dragon who is "a little different". If they only knew her story.

Misha's Story
Misha's parents originated from lightning and arcane clans. Unfortunately, their love for each other was forbidden by both of their home clans. As they were traveling to find a new clan, accepting of them both, they were captured by a rogue fire clan. They were separated, and forced into slavery. The clan leaders renamed them both as an assertion of their dominance over them. Misha's mother soon realized that she was with eggs. One day, she snuck off to lay them. Because she was unable to stay with them all the time, their development suffered. One day, they hatched. After Misha's mother was able to get word to her father, he promised to help them all escape, as he had gained favor with his master by gaining his trust. They hatched a plan. On the first day of Summer, 4 little eggs hatched early. Thus, they were unable to put those plans into action. Misha abandoned her slavery duties to save her hatchlings when she saw the guards leave to investigate the racket that her 4 hungry little hatchlings were making. Before she knew it, the Clan's guards had taken her into custody and seized the hatchlings. But Misha's mother was hatched in an arcane nest. As she fought against the guards, something strange happened. An eerie pink aura surrounded her and shocked her capturers. She broke free and snatched up her little ones, rushing back into the cave. She gave all she had left, into willing the cave entrance to collapse, She had no idea what she was doing but it worked. The cave entrance collapsed, separating her little family from those who would surely enslave her offspring. She was exhausted but she took her babies further into the cave system to look for food. There was little food in the cave but she did manage to find enough to quiet the little ones. She snuggled up with them and and they all fell asleep. She woke to the sounds of the guards..... in the caves... The little ones must have felt her anxiety as they all stayed quiet. UNTIL, poor little Ganondorf got an itchy nose and sneezed. The guards arrived. Again Misha's mother tried to fight them, but they were prepared this time. They came with a sleeping powder that they blew into her face. When she woke again, she was shackled and sported an enchanted belt, of which she could not take off, that nullified any arcane abilities she had. Meanwhile Misha's dad, who had acted as shocked as everyone else, that there were hatchlings and that she had acted the way she did, decided to try and save his children. There was a Coatl, who originated from a light clan, named Lemonade, and was of her master's (and his wife's) favorite concubine. For a slave, like herself, she had just about as much freedom as if she had been part of the clan. She had had her eye on Misha's father for a while. And so he went to her to strike a deal. She was able to help him free his hatchlings, undetected. Soon after, his contract was bought from his master, by her master. She had pleased her master and his mistress and was allowed to keep a slave of her own. Misha's mothers fate was never revealed to anyone.

Misha and her siblings flew as quickly as their little wings could take them. A bad storm rolled in, though. In the chaos, they were separated. In the days that followed, Misha yelled and yelled, trying to find her little brother and sisters. She yelled until her voice gave out, but still, she kept trying!! Eventually she came to the conclusion that they were gone. She was the oldest and felt responsible for their losses. She had no choice but to move on. One day she came upon a light clan. She had nothing and nothing to lose. She was surprised to find a warm welcome, as if she had been hatched there and was being welcomed home from a long journey. They asked her questions but all she was able to do was nod, as her voice was still gone. The clan's medic took a look and found that she had damaged her voicebox. She might regain a bit of her voice but even if she did, it would always hurt to use it due to the scar tissue. She was so young still that they put her in classes for young dragons. There, she found a love for painting. It allowed her to communicate her world as well as escape from it. Over time, she learned that only her brother, Fusin, found a happy life, in the neighboring nature clan, no less. They sometimes get together for tea. One of her sisters, Ganondorf, turned back and returned to the fire clan. She grew up a slave, but she also got to know her dad. Her other sister Volsa, found herself in plague territory. There, she was allowed to grow into adulthood and was then sacrificed to their deity, the Plaguebringer.

Misha has never stopped feeling guilty that she was unable to save her little sisters and sees the loss of her voice as a kind of reckoning for her failure. She has, however, found a sense of peace in her new clan, as well as a best friend. In her gratitude of them, she often makes beautiful paintings, flower arrangements, garland necklaces, etc for her fellow clan mates.

written by winterprism (#170080)