Parchment

Parchment is...a complicated and unfortunate dragon. Her clanmates are doing their best to support her and guide her through her rehabilitation and healing process.

Her mental health took an unnaturally severe hit after a night lost in the Wilds.

Before her having lost her Name and her Self, Parchment could be described as a talkative and relatively cheerful dragon. She loved writing, warmth, and sunny days, and had a fondness for small critters- especially sparrows.

She was once the best storyteller in all the clan. Yet now, she cannot utter a single word. Instead, she emits hisses, snarls, bird noises, and other animalistic sounds.

Once an avid cuddler and the type to playfully brush against your side during a flight, she now avoids physical contact like the plague.





One has to wonder what exactly happened to her out there, that night she lost both her Self and her Name to the Wilds.

Now wearing a hefty headdress and wood mask, decorated with tribal ribbons, threads, feathers, and beads. Wise dragons warn against the mystical and primal energies that surround pieces like this. This dear storyteller should have known better.