TheMess

The Mess crept around the far side of the Pit, keeping a wary eye out for the guard that might come back any moment on patrol. The coast seemed to be clear, so The Mess snuck carefully to the edge of the Pit. Crouching, they peered inside through a small gap in the weave of bone and hide that formed the top of the cage. The binding magic keeping the top in place stung one paw that trod on a piece of bone. The Mess stifled a yelp and held the offending paw up, inspecting it.

"Help!" A voice floated up from the depths of the Pit. "Help us!" The Mess, mindful of the stinging magic, endeavored to put their face closer to the crack to see who was calling for aid.

The Mess is like a strange spectre in Tva'Kadith. They live in its outskirts, skulking about and adorning themselves with pieces of cast off apparel that they find entrancing. They are surprisingly stealthy for also having a rather goofy exterior. The Mess enjoys puns and wordplay of all sorts. The dragons of Tva'Kadith tolerate them because The Mess is Plagueborn and does a fair job of keeping the tough, thorny weeds at bay around the shrines. Said weeds are The Mess's favorite delicacy. No one knows the true name of The Mess, and they themselves have forgotten it, but The Mess was a moniker awarded them by an irritated heir forced to do guard duty. They didn't mind the nickname, and even began calling themselves that.

Hatched during an acid storm that blasted most of the surrounding landscape, including their nest, away, The Mess remembers very little of their childhood. They ranged through the Wandering Contagion, surviving on the odd plant and puddles of brackish water. The Mess often fell in with clans eking out a living in the Plaguelands, but their vagabond nature soon took hold and they were off and away. The Mess has very little regard for rigid structure and formality, preferring instead a sort of bare bones and simple existence.

They would have gone on like this, drifting from place to place, save that they stumbled upon Tva'Kadith one day. Right away The Mess knew that the place was not to their taste, but something far more sinister lurked there. Smells of fear and desperation choked The Mess until they had no choice but to investigate what their source was. That was when they discovered the Pit, a place so full of despair that The Mess was too frightened to return. They fled, coming across a snapper on the raggedy edge of the clan. They were soon joined by a wildclaw and a pearlcatcher, each with their own motives to remain outside the clan's grasp but within its sight.

The Mess is chased off from sniffing around somewhat often, but the dragons of Tva'Kadith have not seemed to make the connection from their visitation and the inevitable disappearance of a captive or two several days following it.