Pristine

Pristine, of Condensed Light

Card 1: Page of Wands, Reversed

Together, together, stay put, together... but then where shall they go from there? They breathe, as if draconic, they eat, as if draconic, they mourn, as if draconic - and yet they are no such thing, instead an amalgamation of condensed light aura made flesh. The blindfold that wraps what was to be her maw is also her seal, and she knows - she knows she is to face Emperor, though they are of Lightweaver's scorn themselves. Their brain tied with negative thoughts and a wonder of what made them, Pristine laments being made with each step, never quite able to fit in within their clanmates.

Card 2: Ace of Wands, Upright

Though she is an abomination of light magicks and seals, she will make herself useful. Despite each tear and protesting movement, they find themselves full of energy, desperate to fulfill her purpose - no zombie shall pass, not as long as they are whole. A card of passionate creation, they move forth as if a bolt of fire themselves, impulse driving them to destroy even the slightest thing out of place. No... abomination... shall... pass... that too, was the will of the Plaguebringer, was it not? You were to live and adapt, no matter what, so... those of the unliving are to be purged - perhaps they themselves may one day be put to the sword.

Card 3: II of Wands, Upright

Ambition drives their claws, clutching at earth and digging up dirt, as the ground itself protests their ambition, their drive. Pieces of their body drop off as they take their first steps toward fulfilling their destiny, and they know its only a matter of time before the seal comes undone - but until then, they will do as they set out to, as the Eleven wishes - destroy their mistakes, destroy, destroy.

In Conclusion:
A wretched thing, Pristine dazzles the eyes in Light flight adornments, but its to contain a powerful light within. A dragon made of light magic in order to defy the world's undead, Pristine themselves are a force to be reckoned with - though each and every moment, more of their body slips away from them, and they know their time is limited. They will make the most of it, even if they wither away.