Lauryn

Red. That's the tone she saw in, everything and everyone was red. Blood. It was a craving of hers; it was like an infection in her system and all she could do was infect the creatures and dragons around her. Except Rirasul. Like many Plague dragons, they were nearly immune.

She never felt a thirst for blood around her partner and would hide the fact that she even felt the need to drain the souls of innocent dragons; usually these dragons are unable to find an antidote as they usually lie within the Scarred Wasteland.

Lauryn wasn't even fully "mortal", it was a strange thing to say as a dragon herself but one of her parents was a ghoul disguised as a dragon. This ended up with her being half-ghoul, thirsting for flesh and blood despite the common diet for her species being insects and plants. It was terribly hard to fit in when hunger pangs kicked in.

The Starwood Strand was a magnificent place for her, lost souls all around and no one to even stop her. Except Rhyo. That disgustingly pink Skydancer has almost caught her in the act. Though she tend to stay away from the dragons of the clan in case she snapped at them, Rhyo would always approach their portion of the land. It was as if she knew something was off about the way she acted; good thing her ability to manipulate others and gaslight them into thinking that she was innocent was nearly extraordinary. Lauryn has gotten out of many conflicts this way.

It wasn't like she was slaughtering anyone; it was just a little taste to satisfy her until she needed more. Maybe twice a week at most? Sometimes even going a month without the exquisite taste of that red deliciousness.

Luckily enough, she wasn't affected by the magical barrier surrounding the graveyard. She thought it was because she came after the barrier or the lack of her "evil aura". She never felt sorry for the ones who were trapped inside, Sparrow wasn't one for second chances when it came to potential harm of his dragons.