Venom

He/Him

Name Pronounciation Venom Mate N/A Familiar Turnsy Job Mire Millionaire

Venom

Lore

Venom had gotten lost running away. He missed his brother, sure, but he really should've gotten a map. South was clearly the wrong direction- and he at least could've noticed that it was getting much colder. He found the smallest and warmest place he could and tried his best to sleep there.

His sleeping didn't go well. A dragon that was a sort of black peered into the hole. They scanned him one last time, and he panicked. Their talons reached in and curled around him. Almost like a predator grabbing its prey. Tears pooled at the corners of his eyes, wondering if this was it. They seemed to notice and loosened their grip. The Wildclaw then ran away with him.

There was a giant lair ahead of them, and Venom was scared. But they went off in a different direction, and he saw a magnificent tree, filled with sap homes. Each one was unique, and Venom fluttered off into every house, before settling on one that was just right. His frill lifted. The Wildclaw then finally spoke to him.
"What's your name?"
"Venom. Yours."
"...Deathling. If you need anything, go to that island." Deathling said, gesturing to a beautiful island, decorated finely.. Venom nodded, and after seeing Deathling run away, he looked at the small pouch attached to his side. He had completely forgotten it, but he ran his eyes over the paper until he memorized it.

Maybe this was a good place to be. He didn't regret going here anymore. And hey- who would turn down a fighter? His whole.. venom thing shouldn't be too much of a problem. Just keep his distance.
He'd be fine.

And.. who knows? The wildclaw was very pretty..
Maybe he could..
Too quick.
But soon...

Lore from previous owner
Venom is a shy dragon that has a sad reason behind his anxiety. Due to his mothers experimental potions he layed in a mutated eggshell. His saliva has developed into a nervedamaging venom that, once it has been injected in a bloodstream, can do severe and and irreversible damages depending on the amount and the location of the contamination. The fact that venom is a potential danger to those around him, he shuns himself away from the rest of the caravan and wants to leave as soon as possible. He knows his brother, Apothec is working on an antidote and as soon as he has the phials, Venom will leave the merchants and find a place of his own where he won't be a risk to others.

As the time went buy, Venom grew stronger and learned how to prevent others around him from getting hurt. On a rainy day, as he was following his usual routine, his brother walked up to him and handed him a small vial with a liquid and a scroll of parchment.
"I did it venom. This is the antidot and the recipe. Its a little tricky to get the proportions correct but you can get the hang of it if you try. I will miss you brother."
Both pairs of frills from the two fae shrunk in sadness and they shared a last hug before Venom went back to is cart, packed his things and left the caravan the same evening.