Holly

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Poinsettia Father Generation 1 Ugylain Mother Generation 1

Holly ♥ Generation 2

Unhatched Nature Egg Dragon Eggs A fertile, earthen pod that has attracted a healthy colony of fireflies. It is bursting with ripe, healthy green leaves and looks about ready to bloom. 0 Offspring 🐉 Generation 3

Named after the Holly plant, a symbol of good fortune, strength and protection. While other plants wilted in winter weather, holly remained green and strong, its berries a brightly colored red in the harshest of conditions.

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• Able to successfully escape and run away from her home when she was young during a snowstorm - faded away in the snow and blistering winds
• Was homeless for some time until found shelter at a church far away - the symbol a faint familiarity and comfort
• Was able to have shelter and food at the church in exchange for doing chores: sweeping floors, washing stained glass windows, replacing candles, dusting curtains, etc.
• Still finds inner peace in aiding those less fortunate and takes pride in her cooking
• Would see a Snapper, Baldur, in the corridors but the two were mere acquaintances - didn't know each other names
• One night heard noise and glass shatter, went down to investigate to see thieves rummaging around to find any valuables
• Got cornered and Baldur charged in and protected her while the guards rounded up the thieves, resulting in a few wounds that ended up as scars when stitched and healed
• Found comfort and safety around Baldur, making desserts as a way to say thank you - finding out fast that his favorite was her white chocolate peppermint cookies
• Holly and Baulder soon became friends - watching out for each other, assisting each other with their chores and spending free time reading together
• During their time together she begged to hear Baldur's family's songs that he remembered growing up - the legends and stories among the stars and their creator fascinating

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"Come in come in, let me see you whole," a velvety aromatic voice calls from behind the deep silken maroon curtains. As you enter, an older woman stands before you in the center of an oversized mattress decorated liberally in soft feather stuffed pillows hand embroidered with golden thread and a thick well patterned duvet.

The old dragon lay on the mattress, her umber and rust colored fur was plain with any patterns against the busy works around her, she wore decorative drapes over herself along with aromatic flowers as perfume. Her eyes and neck were shielded from sight with an intricately woven and beaded headwrap and veil, framed against a crimson mantle of feathers that shrouded her shoulders and artificially enlarged her form. Beyond that she was barren.

"There you are" she cooed, looking you up and down from afar, ending with a grin.

You look to her, awkward and perplexed at the sight. Poinsettia sent you looking for a dragon whom was said to know where you can learn about the brood chambers, a place they keep eggs and young, within the commune; what you saw here did.... not look like a brood chamber or what you were looking for. She studies your body more, seeing you crumpled onto yourself like some wilting leaf who hasn't been watered.

"Oh!" She exclaims, putting a fuzzy hand to her chin "my apologies young one, I haven't been very approachable have I." She grabs a full body veil, approaching you while cloaked. "I am Ugylain, I am head of this sect and cofounder of this community, my partner is Poinsettia" her voice sings like windchimes, rich like honey, "had he sent you here to inspect the brood chambers?" she asks inquisitively. You nod, somewhat uncrumpling.

"Very well, come with me young one" Ugylain chimes, offering out her hand decorated with rings, while the other veils her body. You grasp it, feeling the minky fur against your skin; you feel your body lured down a hall, one furnished with many rugs. In the distance of the halls you could hear the awaiting jeers and squeals of young whelps, running up and down the rooms and crying out to be tended to.

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"Upon visiting, I encountered the leader and founder of the fist location of this mountain commune; Poinsettia as he calls himself. He is the eldest among them all, and seemingly very wise. He took me by the volunteered hand through the buildings, speaking to all with a soft voice that's soft like delicate downy feathers of songbirds, sweet like fresh spring honey, and smooth with his words as expensive red velvet.

His body is small in frame, and despite his old age he is healthy and lively. Poinsettia is the highest order of priest in the commune, preaching and giving out blessings, advice, sermons and the sorts. He is the one who pieces the broken back together, the one who heals the broken hearts, loves the unloved and peace and order bestower upon all within; they follow his word and rule to the ninth degree with utmost importance.

Strangely enough, despite his sweetness he does his best to hide some form of poor temperament and "sinful rage" according to him, though there are cracks which it seeps out. I observed an incident when the rage released when a young whelp vandalized a statue. He then later apologized to the young one and retired to his room to pray and beg for forgiveness.

Beyond that note, he and the others were very hospitable and brought upon utmost care and respect to visiting folks who needed a place to lodge other than in the wilderness. They have an almost hotel like building built by their residence for visitors and possible new members to be inaugurated." - Unnamed Traveler

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The Commune is a coalition that, at this time, doesn’t have a particular name as it’s still in up for discussion. Poinsettia and Ugylain are Founder and Co-Founder and Poinsettia rules over it with an iron fist dressed in velvet and rose petals. Faurael is their currently one remaining son in the lore outside the walls of this game.

Poinsettia is a very charismatic and sweet yet equally cold, calculating, and cruel leader; perfect qualities that allow him to bend others around his finger and keep the members of the commune under his rule and keep them from leaving.

Those who are born into the cult are indoctrinated since birth to have their minds warped into the desired thought patterns and obedience, whereas newcomers from outside the walls are taken in through a gradual yet equally venomous and intoxicating process. It begins with housing the weary travelers or lost souls and offering them as much as their heart desires, letting them stay and feast for free and using all sorts of grandeur and pulling wool over their eyes to not see through the façade. They make their group seem peaceful and kind and better than anywhere they might know. Those who enact on bringing in new members are keen to look for more vulnerable and easily fooled people as they are easy targets.