Penumbra

Penumbra
She/Her | Leader
Mate: N/A

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When Penumbra and her brother Gloom left their clan to find their charges together, the two ended up rather frustrated when they couldn't find it right away. They are very impatient dragons, you see. The whole "wandering tirelessly until you find your charge" idea didn't quite sit with them. They wanted it right away.

But they couldn't find anything, and them being without a charge led to judgement from other Guardians... something the siblings were not too fond of. Judgement sparked snap-backs, which resulted in a lot of skirmishes. Nobody was in a good mood here.

Then, after one bad run-in with a certain Guardian, Penumbra got an idea. She suggested to Gloom that they steal this other guardian's charge and claim it as their own.
And so, they did. They stole it, ran off, and hid themselves away in their hearth within the Foxfire Brambles, stashing away whatever object that was because I haven't decided yet.

Then they both stared at it for a little while, looked to each other, and came to a sort of mutual revelation.
They didn't feel any ""spark"" for this object.
But they did feel absolutely great while stealing it.

So began their life of crime. And their gradual recruitment of other dragons interested in their... "Cause"? Their "culture"? I have no idea, but still. They got others to help them over time.
And they lived their best lives for quite some time.

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Over time, Penumbra's obsession with the stolen goods she, her brother and their small group of thieves would gather became... something more. Something worse. It began to almost literally consume her, as she'd even grow aggressive towards her own brother should he come near "her beautiful belongings." It became a constant need for more that overtook her mind into insanity, driving her to use her magic to meld what was stolen into her scales.

Due to being unexperienced with magic, however, this backfired; causing her neck, stomach and along her tail to split open in order to congeal with the gold in the stolen hoard. She luckily managed to seal her self-inflicted wounds with the goods - as intended - but now constantly seeps pure gold, paying for her hubris in the most painful way imaginable. Gold will often pour from her mouth, too - and this eventually led her eyes to bursting from the overuse of magic (gonna add primal eyes later).

Has this taught her anything? No, not really
She still constantly seeks more. And will have more if it kills her. Literally.