Bonooru

Bonooru was born hungry.
Unsatisfied with the mere pursuit of magical theories and knowledge, she want it to sink into her very bones. The undercurrent of magic in her veins wasn't enough- she needed to know how to home IT in a perfect weapon. She joined a magical academy, to teach her the ways of the magic of flesh and rot. Their magic had seeped into her egg, and she was bound to it by blood and bone.

Bonooru was hungy for the knowledge her teachers bestowed upon her, how to use the magic in her bones. She was more then her parents would have ever dreamed of, her magic strong and breathing with her in each breath she took. Perhaps because she was the oldest she has this hunger, all of her parents wishes and magic being sucked out and driven into her egg she mused.

Her hunger did not let her stay long in one place however, and once she left the academy she knew where to go. The Windswept Plateau offers anything a land can bestow- the teachers may not be the raw strength of dragons in the wastelands or the professors of the isles but she already ripped into that knowledge, devouring before she was fully grown. No, the Windswept Plateau offered something else. Diversity. No other land offers news and trade like the Plateau she reasoned. And even if they did, she would have pursued the plains in the end. The magic in her veins hummed her, thrumming in her heart and dancing across her wings. She may not have been born with wind in her veins but she leaps up to join the dance and music, her magic sparkling along her body as she devours it.