Passion's Lore

Passion

Clan Role: Apprentice Fighter
Mate: LeStrange
Children: None
Friends: DarkFire
Enemies: None

Lore

"I will not stay!" The young hatchling screamed at his parents. "If I stay, I'll only be exalted! I don't want to help the Plaguebringer! I want to be a mighty dragon!"
"Silence, Child27!" His mother hissed at him. "You don't want anyone to hear you!"
"Yes I do!" He screamed. "I want everyone to hear me! I don't want to stay and I won't!"
"Don't be so rash," his father warned.
The unnamed child glowered, "You'll be exalted too. Everyone will be. All the clan leader cares about is sending us off to "honor" the Plaguebringer and get our wages."
"You know as well as I do that that isn't so," his mother chided gently. "You see how the earnings of the dragons who have been sent to fight with the Plaguebringer help support us all. It would be a great honor to go fight with him."
"Well, I'd rather fight in a different way...." Muttered the hatchling.
"Don't say such things." His father warned.
"I will."
Soon after that, the little dragon was sent away to the auction house. He was scared. Would anyone take him in? Was this punishment for the words he said about not wanting to be exalted? Was it punishment for the secret fears which kept him from wanting to fight alongside his fellow plague dragons?
When DarkFire, the lair leader of HeartThief's clan adopted him, he was shaking, with his tail between his legs.
She complimented him on his tiger stripes, and he glared at the ground.
"I don't like my tiger stripes. I'm a dragon, not a tiger. And I'm a plague dragon. I should look like I'm bringing a plague."
"Well, there are genes you can get instead," DarkFire told him. "There's a poison gene. You might like it."
Well, he did like it, so worked alongside the other dragons until at last he could afford it. He felt so pleased with himself, looking at it as a way to remove himself from his past. His parents would never recognize him now.
He grew older, and stronger, and wanted to apologize to his parents for his harsh words, but there was no way he could return. Instead, he poured his entire heart and soul into helping his clan. The only thing he couldn't do was fight in the coliseum, because he had not yet earned a name.
Although he's calm, rather than rash, he was still filled with passion, and so that became his name.

Diary

Currently unfilled.

Mate LeStrange

Friends DarkFire

Enemies None