All lore is optional! Think of this as just flavor text.
"Sin." A voice called out into the void of a den, full of worry.
"What?" A dragoness replied harshly, two glowing red eyes opening in the darkness and betraying the location of the dragon inside.
"It's Plague. She's...." The voice started, only to be cut off.
"She's
what." Sin growled.
"She's got some news to share. Something about the PlagueBringer. She's over by Wyrmwound-"
With no hesitation, Sin dashed out of her den, past the dragon, and headed onwards as fast as her wings could take her.
What was Plague doing there!? Very rarely would she even ask anyone to be near the bubbling cauldron of diseases. Even as a dragon born and raised in the Scarred Wasteland, no one was safe from the infections and diseases the Plaguebringers' personal cauldron churned out. Plague was her pride and joy; found on the outskirts of Wyrmwound and sprouting some odd looks with a just-as-strange voice. Sin thought of her as her own little gift from the Plaguebringer, or as Sin liked to call her, the Plague Mother.
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As she got closer, she could see the outline of Plague staring up towards the bubbling Wyrmwound from the outskirts. Sin could tell something wasn't quite right with her.
"What are you doing out here?" Sin hissed as she landed next to the odd-looking female.
"
She's here." Was all that Plague spoke, almost in a whisper.
The stillness of the dragoness paired with her unworldly voice sent a shiver down Sins' spine. The lack of urgency that the Bogsneak displayed meant there was no intruders, or anyone who was an immediate threat to her or the clan.
"Who's here?" Sin asked hesitantly.
Plague didn't say anything more, and instead started to make her way up to the edge of the Wyrmwound. Sin bared her teeth, following after her as she added with a hiss:
"Plague! Who is he-" She started, but stopped.
Her eyes went wide as Plague lead her so close to the edge and, staring down at them both, were two bright red glowing eyes. The dragon looked to be covered in bones and spines, and it's two massive wings were torn. The dragons teeth were long and sharp as it opened it's maw.
"
Hello." The Plaguebringer spoke to them.
Sin, still wide-eyed at seeing the very Plaguemother before them, stretched out her wings just seconds after the dragon spoke to them, bowing before the deity. She glanced over to see Plague not bowing before her, but rather giving her a more formal nod. Sin looked up from her bow, and the Plaguebringer looked back at her.
"
I have a task for you." She started.
"Anything for you, Plaguemo-bringer!" Sin spoke, catching herself from deviating from her name. Plague nudge her slightly with her tail just like Sin use to do to her; her way of saying 'stand straight and tall'.
Sins glowing eyes matched the Plaguebringers eyes, looking at each other now.
"
I need you to watch over some of my newest creations. I'm rather proud of how they came out. I'm wanting you to spread them, and hence, spread my infection!" She told Sin.
Sin dipped her head in a slight bow before opening her mouth, still looking up at the very dragon she idolized.
"Anything for you, Plaguebringer. I will spread them and your infection with them. Send however many you like, and I will see they are cared for. I will see your infection spread far and wide, until it has taken over."
The Plaguebringer stared at Sin a little longer before her massive maw opened one last time.
"
Good." Was all that came out of her dagger-filled mouth before she turned around and, with a blink of an eye, she was gone.
Plague and Sin looked at one another. Sin felt shaken to her core after having talked to
thee Plaguebringer. The two of them waited a little more by the edge of the Wyrmwound for a while longer, before Plague spoke up first.
"
We should start heading home." Was all she said as she turned around and started her way home.
Sin took one look over the vast desert of the bubbling area; void of any other movement or life. She looked back at the Bogsneak making her way in the direction of home and, figured, if anyone knew what to do next, it would be her. Sin gave a disgruntled grunt as she started moving down from the edge and on their way home.
"And what about our mission?" Sin asked almost in a hiss.
"
Our guest will know where to find us. They'll meet us there." Plague simply replied.
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It had only taken a few days before her clanmates came to inform her of the small pack of unknown dragons heading their way; the ones who had spotted them in hysterics. The spotter would go on about some two headed abominations coming to kill them all. Sin knew better tho, and had informed all under her leadership that these dragons were from the Plaguemother; telling them that 'Mother had given us a great opportunity to spread her disease and illness!'.
As the dragons arrived, Sin could see the sheer power of these dragons. From the second they arrived, they would challenge her authority. While it annoyed Sin greatly, she could also admire and respect their hunger for power. They knew why they were there, and, under the suggestion of Plague, the dragons known as the Aberrations had made their own sub-clan attached to Sin and her territory.
"Welcome!" Was Sins first words to them, smiling from ear to ear a wicket tooth-filled grin.
"
Lets spread the infection."
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