Samanka

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LadyScarab's OC
samanka
Samanka 	Samanka
 	
Background Information	Background Information
Image artist 	Oblivion the NightWing
Creator 	LadyScarab
Main Attribute 	guilt
Elemental Attribute 	flowers
Theme Animal 	Pug
Theme Color 	Purple
Theme Song 	text
MBTI Personality 	text
Character Information 	Character Information
Age 	9
Gender 	Female
Orientation 	Lesbian
Occupation 	Healer
Tribe 	RainWing
Goal 	To be forgiven
Residence 	Rainforest
Relatives 	Suika (Sister), Parents unknown.
Allies 	text
Enemies 	Suika
Likes 	forgiveness, quiet, peace, healing, music
Dislikes 	herself
Powers and abilities 	Tribal, Skilled healer
Weapons 	none. or, she hopes none.
Quote 	'sorry.'
 
appearance
She's a normal RainWing at first glance. When you walk around the rainforest, you're bound to hear her singing. A sad yet hopeful song. Tentative. You can't remember the lyrics after the song fades, but it's beautiful. Another song starts up, and you look for the source. That's when you see her. 
She reminds you of a LeafWing with her thin build and especially curved horns. But no, she's clearly a RainWing, what with those shifting scales. Rolling waves of purple accompany her song. Strange, as for RainWings, this purple seems close to... guilt? Shame? Not pride. You've seen enough pride and selfishness to last you a lifetime in the village.
You step closer, and she turns to face you. You nod hello to her. She's thinner than you'd anticipated from afar. As if she were trying to punish herself for something. But still beautiful.
She's a dark purple for now. She's noticed you now, and is unsure of how to react. Her face has especially large eyes, emerald with faint gold around the irises. Yet while other RainWings seem to shroud themselves in colour to enhance their beauty... this one seems to mute her scales. Cascading in endless shades of lilac, lavender and mauve but never letting them shift from purple. As if trying to prove something. 
Her ever-changing scales settle on a medium violet, and she dips her head back at you in acknowledgement. Her green eyes show hesitation. The fear to make friends with you. She's holding a basket, filling it with herbs. You recognise some of them. Leaves and berries meant for healing. So she heals, this mysterious singer. But why does she seem so sad, so guilty, so ready to flee?
Her scales slowly shift, tiny waves of green moving through them. You know that emotion well enough. Fear. She looks away from you, takes a deep breath, and flies away on indigo wings. She doesn't respond to your calls for her to wait.
She's gone.
 
personality
Now that you pay attention, you see her in the village sometimes. She keeps to the healers' hut- like you suspected, she works there. She blends in- her amethyst scales nothing out of the ordinary among the soothing shades of blue and pink in the treehouse.
She's painfully shy- never speaking to others, not interacting. When you ask others why she's so different, they only shake their heads. Their scales shift to deep blue grey, and they simply tell you that it was a tragedy. That even though it wasn't her fault, she blames herself.
They say that long ago, years back, she was happy like the others. She was carefree, cheerful, and kind as every other RainWing in the village. She and her sister. The older dragons smile wistfully as they say that. She had a sister, and she had been playful and quick to laugh back then.
Until...
Nobody finishes that sentence. They just trail off and glance at the purple dragon, with what seems like sympathy. Samanka. That's the dragon's name. You're fascinated by her... but you know her story didn't have a happy ending.
She's so different from the others. To think of her as happy... it's hard. You can't stop picturing her grieving expression as she sang in the jungle, pouring her soul out with her words. Reliving whatever had happened to her sister.
She became a ghost of her former self after the tragedy, they say. She became reclusive. Eating less. Losing her sun time. Forcing her scales that had once been so vibrant to become dim. Keeping them a single colour, to never forget...
The sentences trail off again. You know how they end. You've seen it on her face too many times. Her guilt. She will never forgive herself.
 
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