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Shadifax aaand done! (i may have gone a little overboard so.....sorry :P your lair seems pretty plague-ish though ahah *wink wink nudge nudge*)
Who said Forsaken didn't like a good fight every now and then?
The headstrong, daring wildclaw loved challenges. The more dangerous, the better and if it couldn't get you killed, well, where was the fun in that?
You could tell it from the marks.
Her legs and claws were slashed and scarred. Her face bore a huge gash that cut right across her right eye.
But her wings were the worst of all.
Ragged and tattered, they didn't even seem capable of catching a breeze, let alone flight.
Her red, glowing eyes threatened a painful death if anyone tried to cross her.
Forsaken knew some of the clan feared and respected her so she encouraged that reputation, intimidating newcomers, turning on her own mates and terrifying the hatchlings.
Any dragon daring enough to challenge her for leadership would end up dead or maimed, as Forsaken never tolerated any sign of rebellion and any potential threats to her leadership were quickly extinguished, the main perpetrators exiled or killed off.
It was no wonder that some of the dragons stayed clear of her.
The demonic appearance really didn't help with her popularity either.
Or the snapping and growling at strangers.
Or the way she seemed to be watching your every move.
(love the accent though)