Ultas

Ultas has a strange obsession with flowers. She absolutely adores them. She spends hours and hours twisting flowers into wreaths and adorning herself with them. Because of the decorations she walks around in a constant cloud of petals. However, the flower chains she makes, no matter how much money she could get for the beautiful ornaments, she refuses to sell and instead hoards them in her nest. Whoa betide anyone who dares to touch her sacred flowers, there have been many fights in the lair and Ultas and her flowers are usually at the back of it.

Life for Ultas had a rocky start. In the clan she was born into dragons were not supposed to have any personal possessions. Everything they gathered or collected was stored in a communal hut for any and every dragon to use. This obviously didn't suite Ultas at all. She had many tricks to avoid detection, for example she hid her handmade flower crowns in the holes made by nesting owls in neighbouring trees and her daisy leis she hid in badger dens.

Ultas stood in front of her home clan's leader, she was in trouble. Again.

"We found the daisy leis and crowns, Ultas, I am going to give you two choices, you give up you're possessions and allow other dragons to use them or you leave the clan." Ultas remained silent, the leader had only given one choice in her eyes. That evening Ultas packed her flowery things into a bag made from petals and left the land of light...

When her clan found out about the hiding of her possessions they were outraged. They saw the flowers as an addiction and in this clan instead of helping the addicted they threw them out. The leader had given her two choices, knowing that there was no way Ultas would give up her flowers. And so Ultas left, flowers in tow...

For forty days and forty nights Ultas trekked through the Sunbeam Ruins. She knew exactly where she was heading, away from the light and into darkness. The Tangled Wood engulfed Ultas in shadows and guided her through the twisted branches, leading her to civilisation. She was starving when she collapsed in front of Torpex. The regal imperial gathered the shrivelled spiral in her wings and led her to the medical tent where food was piled in front of her. Torpex stayed with Ultas until the spiral became fully conscious.

Ultas became aware of the thudding in her head, the ache in her stomach, the scratching of thirst. She felt someone lift her head up and pour water down her long throat. The cold liquid soothed her entire body. Then she tasted the ground up vegetation and immediately her headache vanished. Ultas opened her eyes. An imp greeted her, the blue eyes washing away Ultas' slight fear.
"How do you feel?" The imperial's voice was gentle and reminded Ultas of waves crashing against the shore.
"Better."

Torpex invited Ultas to stay with them in their lair and become part of the clan. Ultas asked if she would be allowed to keep her flowers to herself and Torpex laughed as she asked what kind of clan would make a dragon give up flowers.

After several weeks of following Torpex around to see how the clan worked, Ultas was assigned to a gathering party. Being a gatherer meant that she would be able to collect new and different flowers. That night Ultas made a flower crown and for the first time in her life she willingly gave it away.

These days, Ultas is content with life, going on gathering expeditions and returning home to weave flowers into ornaments. You will find Torpex greeting new comers and running the daily comings and goings inside the lair, on her head sits a crown made of flowers.

beautiful bio written by Momerath!



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