Fabry

Ebola was panicked when she learned she was with egg. She was beside herself with fear that something would happen and that her babies would be born of blood as she was. No one was sure what would happen, and Ebola didnt even know she was capable of bearing eggs. She lay three eggs when it was time, Marburg stood beside her, though he didn't show as much, he was worried for the eggs as well. Especially when two of the eggs turned deep, bloody red. Phlogiston was called at this point to survey the eggs, he did what he could, but because of the eggs being unborn, it was hard for him to focus. Every dragon was shocked when the blood red eggs exploded with a sound much like a bang, and two dragons emerged from the wreckage. They were twins, one male, one female.. both with opposing colors. One had deep blood skin similar to her mother, with crimson markings like her father.. and the other had bright crimson skin similar to his father, with bloody markings like his mother. They were living. Phlogiston approached the two twins, laying his hands on their bodies. He focused, and visibly relaxed as he touched them. Neither dragon was touched by plague. What a releif.. they had been lucky. And then the three turned to the third egg, which lay unnmoving and cold. Before them all, the egg's outer shell melted away and thick black ooze soaked into the ground, killing all life where it touched. A wildclaw with an eerily white body and equally white eyes fell down out of the ooze. It was as if all color and life had been drained from the dragon. The lifeless baby fell into the dirt, sending off the horrible scent of death and decay.

Ebola was horrified at the creature which lay before her, she instinctfully curled a protective tail around her living children. Fear surged through her and she was certain that the children would die from her diseases. Instead, her children snuggled up against her, unharmed. They could touch her.. and they wouldnt die.. because they had been born immune to disease.

Ebola felt a trill of joy at these dragons. They were safe, unharmed, and she could touch them without them falling into the dirt, dead. Because they shared her blood, but they werent cursed by it. Suddenly, Ebola didnt care about the third stillborn dragon. She was only focused on her children.

Ebola turned to the male, who looked so much like his father and spoke. "And you shall be known as Fabry. Take the name well." And from here on, Ebola vowed she would embrace children, because hers were blessed being able to touch her.

Fabry is much more calm than his sister. He actually shows no outward signs of being born of Plagueblood, except for his blood red tertiary. Fabry is quite mischievous, frequently pulling harmless pranks and playing harmless jokes on everyone in his clan. He can often be seen grinning widely after a particularly silly joke is pulled on other dragons in his clan.

Fabry lacks the patience for battle, instead he would much rather play pranks all day. He has a very vital place in his clan however. He is used as a source of entertainment, and brings joy in times of hardship. His antics are well loved by all but the most cranky of dragons.

Plague you say? Never!!! I'll bring joy instead.