Bala

She/Her Bisexual

Waves crash against the the wooden hull of the DraHalla, with her dyed red flag struggling to hold tight against the bellowing sea wind. The cries of her crew echoed across the stormy seas.


"Steer'er left! Impact incoming!" From her watchtower, Bala's cries came too late as a canon devoured a hole clear into the ship.

"Water's in, patch'er up!"
"We can't keep up! Drop the life rafts and grab what you can!" The crew chattered over each other, only to disperse under a flaming torment of arrows.

Letting out a sharp tsk from the arrows lodged in her wing, Bala glided down towards one of the injured and nudged them back onto their feet.

"Move it, or you're a dead man." She snipped, while her fellow Banescale scampered onto the life raft. She briefly considered hopping on herself, but with her wings, at least she stood a chance at flying to safety.

Not to say that she was a kind hearted Banescale - hardly. She was a proud thief of the seas - a real scallywag of the tavern. While their crew dabbled in the regular pilfering of treasures and gold for income, their prized profit came from dragon eggs from rival clans.

In their trade, they garnered mighty an enemy trying to reclaim their clutch. And as the rescue mission turned violent, these precious eggs began to float away into the seas.

Wincing in pain from her injuries, Bala took flight towards the land of Nature, retreating with the remnants of her crew to rebuild what they started.

Currently has a bone to pick with Blaze, who is constantly trying to bring her to justice.


Born Antique / Caribbean / Denim until 1/1/23
Heather/Spearmint/Pumpkin 1/1/23
Cerise / Grapefruit / Shale 1/7/23
Plum / Amber / Pear - regened laced to chevron and skeletal to ghost

Only active dragon with these colors