Twilight

“Hush, my Twilight. My moon, stars, and more. They won’t let me keep you. I can’t keep you for my own, but I will always love you, no matter where you go. Explore the lands for me. Shake hands with Stormcatcher, meet the Tundras in foreign lands, be a better mother than what I could be. Control your powers, my child, because I don’t know how to control them for you.” Lisial says in a hushed tone.

Lisial places Twilight by Starwood Trees close to the Wandering Contagion; the border of the Plague realm bubbling against the shimmering trees.

Twilight blinks into her mother’s eyes. Her crystal wings flashed in the moonlight as she was pulled into a final close embrace. Her mother steps back, tears appearing in her eyes, and flies away into the endless abyss.

Twilight looks into the sky then to her claws wrapped in a dark pink hue. The stars seem like they are too bright for her, calling for her to follow them, but the bubbling of the realm behind her claims her first.
She walks past the Starwood Trees and into the bubbling world of the Wasteland.[/i]

Mugs are being tossed across the room left and right, ale pouring over the floor. Twilights sits at an ale stained countertop with a Spiral bartender whizzing past filling mugs of dragons across the floor.
Dear Plaguebringer, remind me when I go to the pubs to bring better pain herbs.
“Twilight, you big witch, do you want some of ‘dis action for yourself, honey?” A drunk Nocturne saunters over to Twilight’s seat, reeking of alcohol she didn’t know.
“You have some claws you can use for yourself, honey.” Twilight hops off her seat when the Nocturne tugs on her wings, pulling on them.
“Are you sure about that, witch?” The Nocturne pulls tighter on her wings.
Witch. Is that what they think I am? I stupid hag living alone in the bubbly caves of this Wasteland?
Twilight twisted around with enough force the Nocturne fell to the floor. Her claws turned into a dark purple and pink as she swept into the Nocturne’s mind. She clawed at his memories as she crept closer to his contorted body on the floor. The other dragons are looking at the scene happening in the middle of the bar.
She could start with his vital organs, watching them disintegrate between her magic. Or maybe his mind alone. Or maybe noticing all his bones beneath his skin break into shards under the weight of her dark powers. The stones on her wings started to glow as she slowly watched his heart beat slower, his eyes roll behind his head, his wings crumbling at the ends.
Then she let go.
He gasped for air on the floor, tried to flex his muscles as he choked on air.
“You DEMON! She tried to kill me! She.. SHE!...” Then he turned silent.
She placed a foot over his heaving body. She pressed down hard and leaned in close enough for only his ears.
“Remember next time you call me a witch, you say it in private, honey. I am not a witch by any means. I am your worst nightmare.” She lifted and sauntered towards the door, the shadows calling her name as she opened the door.
She lifted her claws and sent a boom of magic towards the wall, startling small faes dining next to a mug.
She left her mark on the walls. A small moon disintegrating into the bubbling world she walked into when she was a hatchling.
She swept up her hood and disappeared into the black.

Twilight is a dragon with flair that has a dark past and future. She was abandoned by her mother because of her dark magic no one in her clan could identify. Lisial, her mother, believed that her magic would change over time and could be used for good, but she was proven wrong when Twilight sauntered into the Scarred Wasteland.
Twilight grew up clanless in the vast plains of the Wandering Contagion and survived off of using her magic and killing beasts for food. She lived within Serthis clans for time to time and impressed them with her impressive magic in exchange for potions and shelter for a couple of days, but they never gave her a true home.
Growing up within the Wasteland reminded her that her powers could dominate in anything she believed in. At nightfall she would steal Serthis Scrolls to learn of their dark magic and continue her trade as a “Nightmare” along the Wasteland. She was always on the run from DOL (Dragons of Law) that would throw her in dungeons for practicing her dark magic, but soon they began to fear her because of the death of some of their spies against her claws.
Never feeling welcome anywhere, she wandered through Shadowbinder’s home, and into the jungles of the Viridian Labyrinth. She discovered dragons on the way that were migrating from all over the world!
Twilight began her search for somewhere she could belong.