Nameless

A nameless dragon, one who knew a few too many things about the wrong dragons. Once rumoured to be extremely powerful and clever, now barely even a shadow of her former self. She wanders the woods alone, miraculously remaining uninjured. Eyes cover her body, yet none of them can see her immediate surroundings. Something has displaced her magic, it is too dangerous to approach her in fear of being injured by a stray magic bolt. She desperately clutches what, at first glance, seems to be her pearl. Sometimes little shards fall off, and on closer inspection, it is not as round or shiny as a pearlcatcher's pearl should be. Of an evening, she can be found among the tree roots, curled protectively around her pearl, crooning quietly to it.
Eyewitness accounts seem inconsistent regarding her physical appearance. Uncontrolled magic mutates her, changes her.

Who, exactly, did she anger to get this way? Nobody knows - she certainly isn't it in any state to tell anybody.


Art by me ( @Jereton )