Chyrsanthos

Lore
The little fae sat amongst the cracked dirt and bones in the scarred wasteland. He had hatched within a clan of scientists and warriors but found more joy in bringing about a different kind of plague. Disease-carrying plants. Chyrsanthos carefully trimmed the dead plant from around the base of a brilliantly golden flower. A scroll from the beastclans had led him to this deadly flower, and its properties in transferring plagues through its pollen. He stopped for a moment, wishing for the agility and grace that came with being a spiral. Several lived among his clan, and he envied them. One day. For now, he was stuck a fae. Small, hardly worth looking at. His adoptive parent, Anael, constantly told him he would be grown and changed how he wanted in due time. She didn't understand his inner struggle. She had gifted a scarf for when he did become a spiral, and he could not wait to don the green silk. Deciding his work was done for now, Chyrsanthos, headed back to the quarantine zone. Anael was sure to be looking for him.