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DemonKid » Lair » Rose
Level 1
Mirror Female
Jan 26, 2018 (1 year)
Stats Growth
PrimaryCoal Jaguar
SecondaryMagenta Trail
TertiaryPink Okapi
Eye TypePlague Common
Energy: 49 / 50
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The Days(cover)

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Rose is a sweet little mirror. She acts nothing like how most of her breed acts, she’s shy, calm, quiet, and even apologetic. she also isn’t much of a plague dragon, her love of nature making her the clan’s gardener. She loves all plants, but the one that she is named for does hold a love in her heart most plants do not have. Rose, be it she has been here a decent time, was not always the kind girl she is known for today. She was indeed once a fearsome plague dragon, just as fierce, strong, and powerful as her mother, the leader of a strong clan in the heart of plague territory.

When she was born, she was always fighting. She scrapped with her nest mate, her older brother, and always won. She seemed to have a bloodlust her mother had before she formed the clan, but her father quickly snuffed it out. He was a gentle giant to most, a kind soul who even Rose’s stubborn mother fell for. He taught her that even though they were plague, that life was valued, thus it wasn’t wise to always be fighting. She didn’t really listen to him then, but she at least lost the bloodlust haze that was always in her eyes. She soon grew restless, begging her mother to let her join the expeditions into the Coliseum, but was told no. She went anyway, and did fine for a while until she got knocked into a wall by an unexpected boss.

It took her a long time to recover, and when she was, her body was frail, fighting was impossible. She also got sicker much easier, a fact that bothered her parents greatly. As much as the healer tried, the best thing to do was for her to leave the clan. Rose protested, saying she’d be fine if she just got used to it, soaked in the sickness and all. Her mother however, forced her out, sending her to an allied clan. Both were upset, and both said things they still regret. Thankfully they made amends before she fully left, Rose understanding in a sense. Thus she began her journey. She wasn’t allowed to really travel there, a dragon from the arcane clan waiting since she was still weak.

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She was terrible company, complaining about everything to the dragon. After a while, she was scalded, the simple dragon suddenly looking very tired, wet, and annoyed as rain pelted down on her, getting her thick pelt wet. Rose went still, and the continued to Gencentric in silence. After what felt like forever, they ended up at a place filled with glittering pink crystals. The tundra made her way in, Rose planning to follow before she was cut off. Another tundra, a male this time, came out and in the most fast, overwhelming way possible, showed her around the clan. By the time she got to her cave, Rose passed out dog tired.

Rose didn’t like the clan one bit at first, closing not to eat, not to leave her cave, or to talk to anyone. After a while she was forced to, by the delivery girl she later knew as Elis and Steele, the sick doctor of the clan. He made sure she was well fed, while Elis made her hang out with everyone. After a while, she finally fit in, getting used to the awkward clan. She never fully got used to being away, but soon she realized she loved nature. She started spreading seeds everywhere, her claws now used to dig holes instead of fight.

As much as Rose misses her home, she loves her new clan, and her gardens. Because of her, large plots of flowers are almost all over, along with helpful veggie gardens. She even helps by growing herbs for Steele and RainSong. Every now and then, Elis and her slip out, and travel to plague to spy on her home. On new moon nights, its said that pink flowers fall form the sky, even living in the small patches of plague.

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