Visenya

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Her bio is a mess now. That's true for all my dragons, though. I will recode the format and actually start wiring soon.

Visenya often found herself meditating. There were a very few things in life she loved doing and that was one of them. She was more than just a dragon at such times; the world, call it energy, life or magic, vibrated around her. Trough that vibration she found her clanmates one by one. She met no one else who was capable of that, it was Plaguemother's gift, Zahkrii always told her.

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Wanderer, I will not bid thee welcome for you. You might think as a stranger of me, but you are not one to me - when I look at you, I see everything that you've ever done. Yes, I know what sin draw you here. I know what you seek.
Long ago many of us lived in different clans amongst the ones we called family, where we never could be ourselves, only what they wanted us to be. Some of us tried to follow their rules, others controlled themselves by breaking smaller ones, and some hadn't even tried to follow any. While the beginnings are different, the endings are always the same: we were drove away, by the ones we loved and hated at the same time.
Some tried to restart elsewhere, others become shadows, and many just gave up, but eventually they all ended up here, and now you wish to do the same. We have our sins, scars and the pain in the eyes and for that reason, most of us don't talk about the past and the rest never asks. We know what we have done, and we know what we deserve, yet here we are, together, creating the second and third chances for all of us.
Here, where we all can be ourselves, we may find happiness, but remember: never ask about the past, because we are sinners, misfits, outcasts and outlaws.
We are the forsaken.