It had been almost a new moon since their hunters had been captured Onyx's brother being one of the unlucky few to vanish thanks to the strange settlers furred hands. Onyx Blackest Toe Night of the Blackfoot Clan had grown up in these endless swamp lands where from a young age she had been trained to hunt the giant bull frogs that fed her clan. But as of late more and more of those strange scaleless settlers had been building their large wooden huts on the firm grounded lands where the bull frogs liked to gather.
Her father the village Shaman had thought to simply have the tribe search elsewhere for food but after the vanishing of their hunters when they had been sent to speak with the furred creatures their was only one coarse of action left now and that was war.
Normally a hatchling as young as her would have stayed home to tend the cooking fire but this was her brother who had vanished and she would return home with him and the fire in her eyes burned bright earning her a spot in the raiding party. They struck in the middle of day at the swamps edge with the little dragoness giving her most fierce rawer as she and her sisters rushed forward in a wave a grey and black scales. Only for her to trip on a tree root and crack her head hard against a rock.
That had been about a week ago with the raid going poorly thanks her foolish foot work tripping up almost all of her sisters in the raid allowing the settlers to easily round up the female dragons. She had been sold off to some brown furred creature who ran what he called a tavern with plenty of dragon workers from other far off tribes each of them including herself now wore a ridiculous frilly dress with socks over her bare soles.
To make matters worse the fool had no knowledge of her tribes customs calling out for her by the moniker "Oh Miss Blackfoot!" In a teasing tone, clearly an attempt to sink home how her tripping had ruined the raid she would just have to give the wolf a few words.
Meanwhile: The dice rolled across the makeshift map that held Onyx's figure landing again on a Natural 1. "Oh come on that's the 3ed time I rolled a 1, first with the hunting party, then the raid, and now what happens?" The DM would look at his sheet and chuckle. "You try to tell him the finer points about you're culture only for him to shove his dick in you're mouth shutting you up, roll again to see if you swallow it all like a good hatchling and make a new character sheet"
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Artist is a secret ;p