Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-28439145-20171003004547/@comment-26510374-20171005012704

Splash was not pretty.

They told her that. She knew it anyway, ever since her mother first spoke of her.

"What is that thing?"

Splash disliked her old family. She found a home in the rainforest.

The war. She had heard of the war. It had completely ruined her right horn, which was yet another blow to her appearance. Splash had been sitting in the forest, minding her own business, when a troop had ambushed her and a huge purple dragon had nearly lifted her into the sky and carried her off to the troop's camp.

Splash had fought. It worked.

She still lived near the camp. They hadn't bothered her in a while.

But today, rustling. She heard voices nearby. A dragon leapt into the air above her and instantly vanished.

A Rainwing.

Feeling more bored and curious than ever, Splash followed in the direction she had seen the dragon facing before it had vanished.

She forgot it was by the camp.