Aconite

Affiliation: The Outcasts

Description: Aconite is a fairly reserved dragon, though this stems from his lack of social knowledge rather than introversion. He is swift and ruthless in battle, with his plague elemental attacks carrying the noxious effects of the Wolf’s Bane. In spite of this, Aconite carries a strong moral code which was instilled into him after he was found as a hatchling. It was this moral code which led Aconite to ally with The Outcasts, deciding to join their ranks after discovering the corruption lurking within their rival clan.

Lore snippet:

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Amongst a field of dark purple blooms, a small egg shuddered. A pool of hardened magma surrounded the the egg- remains of its journey after it had been forced upward from the dark chambers of the earth. A soft breeze billowed over the horizon, warm and inviting. The purple flowers gently swayed in the wind, filling the night air with the noxious sweet scent of the Wolf’s Bane.

He was born in that field of flowers, where all was dark and silent. The soft cracking of his egg broke the quiet of the night, as a small hatchling took its first breath. He was small, weak, and a relic of a forgotten era. Dark red light flickered in the tiny hatchlings eyes, shining with the desire to live, the determination to survive.

For many days, the hatchling thrived on instinct alone. He knew nothing but his burning desire to stay alive, to survive. In the wilds, he hunted, he fought, and he slowly grew stronger.
But, he was young. His small size and comparably weak strength left him vulnerable to being preyed upon by the savage beasts or Sornieth, or of being hunted by the Beastclans. He was always living a hairbreadth from death, and obtained many scars from his eternal struggle to live in a world which seemed to be constantly trying to wipe his existence clean.

Until he was found, that is.

It was a normal evening in the plaguelands, with the young drake resting among the deep purple flowers. Then, he heard it- a hymn, carried by the wind. Upon hearing the cry, his heart quickened. He had instinctively recognized it as an ancient song, something in the tongue of his kind. Something like him.

So he returned the call- he sang out to the unknown of the night.

The song seemed to grow louder. So, in turn, he strengthened his cry in return. Louder. Closer. Louder. Louder.

Then, she was upon him- the first of his kind he had even seen. Her large wings cast shadows over the earth, her form eclipsing the light of the stars. She regarded him with a sharp eye, but he felt no fear from her. She approached him slowly.

Gently, in an almost motherly fashion, she wrapped her talons around the young dragon. Then, they rose into the night, scattering violet petals into the wind as they rose. She spoke softly to him:

“You shall be known as Aconite, after the flowers of your birth. Let their vitality strengthen you, you will need it in your life ahead.”