Lav might seem more composed than her sister Cal, but don't be fooled. They're both adolescent dragons dealing with some serious hormonal chaos, and that makes them equally volatile. Lav's got a nasty temper, a cruel streak, and she's always looking for her next target. Only four things can distract her from causing mayhem:

1. Fighting with her sister, Calendula
2. Being told off by Tokki
3. Bullying Doggy
4. Facing the wrath of Yobi

If you're new here, avoid both sisters at all costs. Once they notice you, you're basically collateral damage in their endless twin drama. And spoiler alert: you'll be the only one who loses.

Lav's stuck in the Dungeon. Literally. She's not allowed to leave because everyone's terrified she'll turn into the same kind of monster her mother was. So yeah, she gets bored. Really bored. She passes time by teaching Doggy degrading new tricks, scrolling through interdimensional internet, and messing around with occult books and dark magic she probably shouldn't have access to. Things tend to explode, curse people, or summon something unpleasant. The other residents have learned to just accept the chaos at this point.

Lav stands at 168 cm with fierce yellow eyes that get way more intense when she's pissed off. Some people swear that if you hold eye contact too long, you'll end up doing whatever she says. Whether that's dragon magic or just her intimidating presence is up for debate. Her silver white hair contrasts sharply with the dark horns that are always visible, a permanent reminder of what she is.

She's in great shape and dresses accordingly: sporty clothes, techwear, that signature gold bra and hot pants combo. The tail and wings? She can make those vanish when she wants, but the horns stay. No hiding what she really is.

Lav and Cal's story started centuries ago in a world that got absolutely wrecked by a massive dragon. For ages, this thing enslaved entire nations, burning anyone who stood up to it. It wanted wealth, power, and everything else it could hoard. The skies went dark. Civilizations fell. People gave up hope.

Then one day, it just stopped. No more fire. No more destruction. Nothing.

Some brave (or stupid) people climbed up to its mountain lair to figure out what happened. They found the dragon dead, burned down to ash and bone with a few smoldering embers still glowing. But in the middle of all that death sat something alive: a glowing egg, pulsing with energy.

Cue the panic. Nations scrambled to form an emergency council. Leaders, mages, occultists, everyone who mattered showed up to debate what to do. They argued for weeks, but everyone agreed on one thing: that egg had to go. The world had suffered enough. No more dragons. No more fire. Time to move on.

Easier said than done. Months passed and nothing worked. Every spell bounced off it. Every weapon broke against it. The egg just sat there, completely indestructible. Finally, the council accepted reality: they couldn't destroy it, so they'd have to get rid of it another way.

The world's most powerful mages joined forces and ripped open a dimensional rift. They shoved the egg through and sent it somewhere far away where it couldn't hurt anyone ever again. Problem solved, right?

Wrong. The egg tumbled through dimensions and landed smack in the middle of Yobi's private chambers in the Dungeon. The fox immediately felt the dark energy radiating off it and knew exactly what kind of threat this thing represented. She made a call right then: whatever hatched from that egg would belong to the Dungeon. It would never leave. Ever.