Harmonica

“There’s so many things we’re told to fear… but I don’t want to be afraid anymore.”
-Harmonica
== WARNING! ==
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Other things to be aware of:
* Harmonica’s page contains a scorpion. If this makes you uncomfortable you may want to click off.
* There’s mature content such as neglect, blood, and poison. 
* there’s also themes of depression and anxiety that affect Harmonica deeply.
== Introduction: ==
Basalt knew his daughter was rebellious.
She littered her room with rocks and sand and anything she could get her claws on that “interested” her. 
(Frankly, Basalt didn’t see why she needed to drag in the hoof of a camel she found. It wasn’t like they could eat it unlike an ACTUAL camel, and it was broken off at one part. But of course, Harmonica wouldn’t care—she never cared about anything. She didn’t give one iota what her parents thought of her or what anyone thought of her. She just shrugged it off and acted like the other dragons were the weird ones.)
The only thing that was normal about Harmonica was the fact that she loved instruments. When she had first hatched she had found a harmonica, played it, and that’s when her parents decided her name. It was a little unusual for a SandWing, but hey, that didn’t mean SHE was unusual. Right?
That line of thinking had been shredded to bits the minute they let Harmonica adventure outside. She had found a lizard’s shedded skin, which EW, why would you want to take something like that home, so Basalt and Iguana, his wife, had just told her to leave it in the sand.
But their troubles had only just begun.
Harmonica had a habit of sneaking out of the house at sunrise or sunset, flying across the desert and finding weird flora and fauna for her room. But it had only gotten worse when one night Harmonica had flown back and come out for breakfast, when her parents noticed her newly pierced ears and Star tattoos on her left cheek. 
“You look like you’ve joined the outclaws with those earrings!” Iguana said in her scolding tone.
”Relax, the outclaw earrings have rubies in them. These don’t.” Harmonica said back.
This is something Basalt hated about his daughter. She always replied to her parents critiques as if they were in the wrong. “What will the queen think of those star markings you have? We should figure out how to remove them right away,” Basalt said, reaching for her cheek to try and wipe it away.
Harmonica slapped his hand. “The queen doesn’t get to tell me who I can be, and neither do you,” she said. “Three moons, can you just let me exist how I want to exist for once?”
Basalt felt smoke curling around his horns from his nostrils. “Not if you don’t know what’s good for you,” he hissed. “Now go to your room.”
Harmonica didn’t say anything, but she didn’t move either. She just gave them a stare. 
“Do it now, Harmonica.” Iguana hissed.
Harmonica growled in reply.
Basalt shook his head in disappointment. “Well, if you won’t leave us alone, then why don’t you take out those earrings?” He said. “I’m sure Blaze would love to have them.” 
Harmonica groaned in frustration and left the table. She slammed the door to her room shut and stayed in there the rest of the day.
Basalt stared at the ceiling. Perhaps one day Harmonica would realize she was being stupid and go back to being a normal SandWing. Perhaps she would give up collecting things from outside their hut.
Or she would join the outclaws and become a savage. But that wouldn’t happen to her, right?
she’d choose the life of a proper dragon…she had 
== Appearance ==
Harmonica has chalky brown scales and a pinkish SandWing frill to complement that. A strange pattern that looks like the holes of a harmonica or snakeskin runs along the sides of her underscales. Some may confuse her for a MudWing-SandWing hybrid for her coloring, but she’s only ever known the desert, and the thought of swamp water disgusts her. 
Because of her natural talent to play harmonica, having one hanging from a necklace on her neck only makes sense. She also wears a couple canteens slung over her shoulders, some of which Kalimba, her hairless cat, likes to hang onto with her claws when Harmonica is flying. Along with that, Harmonica always carries around a dagger, whether that be for hunting or clearing the spikes off of a prickly pear cactus. 
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== Personality: ==
Most dragons think of Harmonica as “Weird” and “dumb” whenever they meet her, however this is far from the truth. Harmonica just wants to study rocks and other things in the desert, and figure out how long they were there or how to use them for her travels. If anyone insults her or her pets, she’ll say something back like:
”WELL GUESS WHAT YOU MOON-LICKING LIZARD, I NEVER ACTUALLY ASKED FOR YOUR OPINION! GO EAT CHARCOAL!”
Besides that, Harmonica sometimes has flashbacks to her family which causes her to get angry easily. She was never really accepted back then, and she is 50 percent sure nobody would accept her now. This causes her to isolate herself from other dragons, ignoring anyone she meets in her travels in the desert.
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