ScarletRot

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Short Stories Featuring Scarlet Rot:

• Someone Else...

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One egg hatches, and against all odds, two dragons are born... One, a loving and kind nature dragon, Hanahaki. The other, a self-proclaimed "older sister", a hardy Plagueling. Scarlet.

Scarlet was a rarity: she was born from the same egg as her sibling, Hanahaki. Immediately proclaiming herself to be the older sibling, she tried to instill what came to her naturally in Hanahaki: strength through suffering. She doesn't hate thorn, no, it's quite the opposite, she loves her. Genuinely. She adores her sibling, and wants what she feels is best for him. She wanted thorn to be strong, to be brave, to be able to survive through anything that was thrown at her. But he was "soft". In the eyes of Scarlet, Hanahaki was weak. Thorn rejected Scarlet's ideas of "strength"--strength gained through suffering, sickness, and rising from the ashes of them, and when he did, Scarlet left in-search of her "homeland" on her own. She traversed Sornieth and made her way to the Scarred Wasteland on her own, looking for her people, until she eventually landed upon Wyrmwound. She was enamored with the sickening, bubbling glow of the cauldron--she wondered if the rumors that she had heard while traveling through the world were true. If this really is a brew churned by Plaguebringer herself... She thought. Will this make me strong? Will this make me worthy?

Scarlet isn't sure how long she spent swirling in the morbid, acidic concoction of the disease-ridden cauldron. She doesn't know how long she was away from her sibling. She doesn't know how long she was away from the world. But when she emerged, she had changed significantly: she had sprouted a second head, her wings had become ragged and tattered, thorns had sprouted from her throats and the back of her heads... Two tails intertwined behind her, and her eyes would glow brighter than any blood moon that hovered above her. She had survived. She was exactly what she had wanted: she was strong. Emerging with a second head, she decided that she would take a second name, as well. Rot. She had become the Scarlet Rot.

eye open, expecting to see the intruder, but hoping to find that it was just the rain or wind rustling something outside of the cave she had found shelter in.


called Scarlet—and her bleary eyes look around the darkening cave. Right at its entrance, just out of Rot’s field of vision, stands a hatchling, small and soaked.

wasn’t exactly a place she had fully claimed as her own—it wasn’t her property, nor was it somewhere she had boarded up to hide herself away, but nobody had been around when she initially sought temporary shelter for the evening, and something within Scarlet Rot bristled at the sight of this little one.

can, but she still remains damp. “Why are you here? Why were you asleep all alone? Is this your home?”


against the cool, grey stone beneath her. Do these little ones ever run out of energy? No, of course they don’t.

to Scarlet Rot with every single word. “It’s raining and cold, and you’re all alone here. You don’t even have a blanket.”


hatchling. “I wasn’t worried about being attacked—look at my neck.”

Scarlet Rot’s throat years and years ago. “Oh, yeah! Those are cool! But still, they’re not everywhere on your body!”




manifested some worry all-of-a-sudden now that these things that had grown on Scarlet Rot were brought into the conversation.





slightly to the side. Scarlet, on the other hand, raised her head slightly to make more clear eye contact.

and—”

wanted to be stronger!”





do not need a child to watch over me.”




“Where is your family? Your clan?”


of Scarlet Rot had said. Hoping that there was an explanation, that there was something waiting beyond her words. Hoping that maybe, repeating it back, would make her come to her senses.

Hanahaki out only to see if she’s grown “stronger” by the standards of the Plague. When she seeks thorn out, it’s always out of hope that he has come to his senses, that thorn understands why Scarlet Rot became what she did, and why she wishes Hanahaki would follow suit.







Hell itself on her lonesome. Surely she has had to fight to survive. And yet here she was, standing so firmly in front of Scarlet Rot. After a few dozen years, surely she had to have grown up—and yet, she acts so stubbornly young. Where is she from? Earth? Or somewhere else?



lay down against me. The fur on my neck keeps me decently warm, it’s sure to help dry you off.”

Nickel Cat Figurine Trinkets A miniature feline set with tiny ruby chips. The inscription on the base translates to 'For Trigger'. (KS-Sponsored by MiKayla.) 75

Personality: Stubborn, oftentimes harsh "because she cares", perceives physical strength as the end-all-be-all of strength,

Plaguebringer Bone Scrimshaw Trinkets A menacing engraving of the Plaguebringer. It is scrawled on the side of a large bonespike and reeks of decay. 105

Relationships: Hanahaki (sibling),

Bleeding Heart Crow Meat Only males display the vibrant 'bleeding heart' coloration for which this subspecies is named. 55 6

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