Valinor

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When the clan entered the nature region, many of them had to disguise their eyes and hide their plague ancestry. Plague dragons were generally not welcome here as they were known to inhibit the growth of the realm. There was something primal about this place, Stryder thought, the world seemed to grow untouched and unaltered. Yet, how could it be unaltered if the dragons of nature continued to sprout life wherever they went. Part of him, though he could not tell if it was his plague ancestry or his own belief, thought maybe there should be a limit to this growth. In order for there to be harmony in the universe, everything must be balanced. Growth needs decay and decay needs growth, the two cannot be without each other. This was most apparent as the clan struggled through the shrieking wilds. Even the smallest dragons in the clan could barely maneuver through the underbrush. As they neared the behemoth tree, they heard a small cry from somewhere in the branches. Being a small veilspun, Ohm left to investigate. The source of the cry turned out to be a small nature imperial stuck in his own branches of creation. Lacking the ability to undo growth, he was now stuck. As the rest of the clan approached, the little dragon eyed them skeptically. He knew they were not nature dragons, and he saw Stryder's eyes under the hood. He remained quiet as they freed him...something was different about these plague dragons. The little one chose to stick around and find out what that was.