Vitiligoth

PERMA at WindSky Weyr (Deladria's)
Awakened: Masked Gryphon

Pulchrior --> Orion --> Nychta --> Inkling --> Lance --> Thalia --> GRANDMA --> DAD --> me (8th Generation)

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11th Generation Descendant of Naomi, the Glitch Queen

Naomi---> Willow---> Fia---> Ammutseba---> Hastur---> Cypir---> Pharah ---> Thalia --> GRANDMA -->DAD --> me
He was the last egg in the clutch to hatch, but ooh, they said it was worth the wait. Such a fine dark boy, just like his father, he’d surely follow in his footsteps …! They exclaimed over him as if his siblings weren’t even there. Even at that young an age he felt uncomfortable at the extra attention. Much better to tumble in the sand, explore the Ruins together with his brothers and sisters, in one boisterous unit, developing their personalities in play and fun.

As the days passed, he noticed that some of his scales were losing their color. “You’re turning into a sick Coatl” one of his brothers teased. He laughed, and hummed at him, pretending he was speaking their language, and gave it no mind. There was no discomfort, or itching, so he hardly noticed it himself. But he did start to notice the increasing odd looks sent his way. And then the whispers began.

He was supposed to be sleeping, but he heard them. “... wrong with him … ..his mother …. no good …. bad omen for ….” The words crept into his dreams, and he slept poorly. He didn’t want to play anymore. Nobody seemed to like him, except his nestmates ... and they were beginning to look patchy too. They all felt just fine, but their dark coloring was disappearing with no pattern. Could they still be Night Warriors? He worried the answer might be no.

One night, after he had fallen into a restless sleep, he was awakened by shouting outside the creche. A Mirror he knew only in passing burst in, eyes wild. “Take this!” they hissed, shoving a pack into his arms, “And go, NOW!” The dragon's urgency was frightening. They held other packs and headed into the room to distribute them to the others. Noticing he was watching, they hissed again, “GO!” And so, without a goodbye to anyone, he fled, unsure what exactly had gone wrong.

[haven't written the rest as he becomes a strong and confident warrior at WindSky Weyr, under Reldith's tutelage, and with encouragement from Reverth, who becomes his best friend and frequent partner]