Verna

Bought From: Rarmeowz, March 2016 30k
was human before she died at the age of 18, lived in a farm, got a zombie disease from a bat and turned into a dragon bat thing.



Verna is a zombie. Being the plague monsters that we are, we took her in and she has flourished as a zombie dragon. As long as she has plenty of other things to snack on, she won't go for your brains. We promise.

Her blood DOES transmit the zombie virus though, so you may not want to touch her. She bandaged all her open wounds, but as you can see, she's not very good at changing the bandages. She gets distracted very very easily and has to be quarantined from non-plague dragons or else there are bits of blood everywhere that could cause people to catch her virus. Her mate Raja keeps her company though, and many sympathetic Plague members will play games with her.


Verna Deasese became uncontrollable. Her mental cognitive and synaptic processing functions had broke down. She had hallucinations on a regular basis, even attacking her clan leader in a delirious rage. She ate to much food and needed constant supervision. Verna was to ill to be saved, and it was time for her to move on. She became to much for Rarmeowz's clan.

Rarmeowz, walked Verna up the creaky wooden stairs of the auction block. Her tail dragged limply behind her. Her arms lay dangling at her side. Head hunched, her wings wrapped around her, looking like they were in the early stages of rigiamortis. Dragon barters in the crowd whispered and gossiped to each other, trying to decide if Verna was even alive. The barters had seen Dragons in bad shape before but this Dragon was clearly dead. One Dragon barter yelled "The morgue is about six blocks south!"

For once Verna was still. She had a moment of clarity. She remembered who she was and her Clan, here mate Raja. She knew she might not ever see them again. She also knew that she was ill, deathly ill. It was unfair to expect her clan to care for her any longer. She had become a burden. She wished that she died a vibrant spring dragon. Verna accepted the fact that her life was over. So she waited motionlessly, silently for the auctioneer to began taking bids.

Nix and Mioria watched from the alley. They came here for fodder, as long as Verna could lift her head, they would buy her.

"She is to sick" Nix said " the drunken barter was right, that thing might as well be exalted now".

"Shut up" Mioria scolded. "There is something special about this one, I dont think its as deathly as everyone thinks."

Verna wanted to take one last look at the world while she was still sane. She wanted to feel the sun on her face, see the clouds in the sky. Taste the fresh breeze. Verna slowly raised her head and looked up to the heavens. A gleam of light sparkled off her eye. She took one last deep breath as Verna the spring dragon.

Bids started pouring in. "Is this dragon immortal?" the barters hushed "It could be a medical cure" one said. "NO it could be a super Soldier" the other said. "What do you think now" Miro asked nix. "lets go" nixed growled while motioning toward the auction block.

Written By: Nix4


Art by: Luminaries 20k