Daughterdecay

Back as a foolish and cocky hatchling, she took dares with her other old friends. Eventually a date got pushed to her. “Take a sip from the Wyrmwound.” Eventually she agreed, knowing it to be a dare to top all dares and to maybe force a change to her too small wings. It was simply nothing but catastrophe though. Her flesh melting and violently changing from an overswath of disease, her non plague parent demanded for her to be taken to somewhere to provide actual healing. The Hybrid clan took her in on a visiting trip, offering their powerful knowledge in magic.
She’s managed to grow as a pretty big adult, although the effects of the Wound remain forever. Too many teeth and spikes and bone, pustules growing and flesh warping, holes in her body where the overflowing plague magic oozes, and most of her wings wilted away. Her colors make her seem so different than how she used to be as a hatchling. She jokes it’s a way of the Plaguebringer leaving her mark, sparing her life at the cost of her appearance and unstable magic.
She now remains as a friendly keeper, joking with with others and watching hatchlings. She warns them to be careful, so they don’t end up like herself while tapping her mask. She remains mostly concealed, hiding her features for her own comfort. She finds the most interest in Shadechild though.