Chucky

This poor dragon noticed two things while he was up on the AH, that he was on for fodder price and rather hungry… ‘Really now, a dragon as nice looking as me up for fodder price and hungry? I just I hope don’t become fodder…’ He thought to himself as the time ticked down… but surely a loving and caring owner would come along and buy him, right… but his dreams were shattered when he smelled the stink of the Plague area and covered his nose… ‘Ughh, fodder for the Plaguebringer? Not if I have anything to say about that!’ He thought to himself as got defensive against Father… “Look, I might be an adult, but honestly, even I don’t want to be fodder for the Plaguebringer!” Chucky said as realized that as he was named, given food, and a familiar… “No, no, no… Luvia loves you… she won’t throw you out! She loved as soon as she saw you…” Father said in his rarely used calm voice, then turned and left to go back to his own lair.