Lupus

Name: Lupus
Job: Right Claw
Likes: Purple, Butterflies, Sleeping, Silence, Masks.
Dislikes: Pain, Talking, Attention, Fear, Anxiety.

Extras: Ignore her age for the sake of the lore. She also is based of SLE or Lupus which I have. Purple is known as the color of Lupus Awareness. Cherub looks like the rash on your body you can get. The Malar rash that looks like a butterfly so she has butterfly. Also lot is medicine and blood tests are needed so she has capsule.

Lore: Being born in shadow, you wouldn't think there would be so much issues with her clan, however they blamed her whenever something went wrong. Mostly illness related, hair loss, inflammation, rashes, joint pain, muscle pain, anything. She wasn't even an adult yet, she had no clue how she would have the power to do such things, her adopted mother said the clan needed a scapegoat. As she aged, even her adopted mother, seemed to eye her with a wary eye. Dragons she hadn't even been near would end up with an ailment, and the closer to the top, or the younger the dragon... Well it got her the dirtiest of looks.

It closed her off, she became mute, taking their glares and words. She was taken off of chores when it hit the clan she would poison them further, so she was allowed to play as long as she wanted, and as far away as she wanted. One of those days she found a mask, she went to return home, but there was no home. In her play she found they had taken advantage of her long day and moved, even her adoptive mother. Sliding the mask over her face, she turned around, having no idea where she would go. She at least knew the basics that a dragon needed, plus she was growing into an adult slowly but surely, traveling around she found ways to keep fed.

She saw other clans mostly Shadow, however they glared at her, so she supposed her reputation had spread. So she continued, some clans out of shadow didn't want someone from shadow, their own speculations and such. It wasn't until she found a clan in plague that seemed to have a bit of everyone. As she went to pass, they looked upon her, but it was curiosity not hate. As she looked on she noticed two dragons that were matching, she almost immediately regretted it as the one wearing a plague mask ran over. Getting ready to bolt it was to late.

The one that one that wore a skull seemed calmer, she silently listened to them. Suddenly a deeper voice joined, it was after a conversation with who she learned to be Hecate that she was allowed to joined. After much assurance, that if she indeed made others sick, she was in the right place. That just like Doc, as she found out the dragon with the plague mask, she could keep her mask. Soon after she found other the two other Wildclaws weren't going to maul her she soon became shy friends with them.

It was when Hecate decided to step down she grew nervous again, she didn't want to step up, she knew Doc wouldn't, she was surprise to see Necromancy do it. Yet she wasn't, while she never needed help, she found a way to keep the trio together. At least she knew that, Doc saw it as work. She is the Right Claw, Doc is the Left Claw, and Necromancy is the Leader. The rest just like Hecate left it are free to come and go, make families, and seek asylum.