NBvagabond's Clan

Nature, in of itself, was very unpredictable. No dragon, not even the gods, could predict entirely how things would pan out. It hadn’t been noticed when two eggs had rolled out of their nests and picked up by hungry wild dragons who fled with them. Fate wasn’t kind to these wild dragons and somehow the little eggs ended up rolling around in the dirt until they came to a halt as they bumped into each other.

Out of these eggs came a jungle-coloured mirror and a blue and red fae. They clung to each other instantly and wandered around, confused. They had expected a mother to be around to look after them, but that wasn’t the case. Despite being hatchlings they managed to support themselves by catching little things that they could get their claws around, or simply watching adult dragons hunting and taking what the adults couldn’t carry. Soon they were adults and decided that they needed to form their own clan now, they were old enough for the responsibility and they could easily sustain a small one with their own knowledge.

They found their way out of their birthplace – the Viridian Labyrinth – and started to head to a different land. They didn’t want to raise hatchlings where they had been abandoned by their mothers. They felt a strange pull as they travelled, like something was vaguely calling to them. Both dragons decided it might be interesting to see where this feeling would take them, so they travelled that way. The pull took them inside the Scarred Wasteland and they found themselves a shelter within a copse of trees. It wasn’t sheltered from the elements but they both got to work with creating a roof with twigs, branches and leaves they found (either dead or alive) and soon had themselves a cosy lair for themselves.

Now that they had a shelter they decided to start their own legacy now and soon became a bustling lair known as clan GreenRot.[/center]

-written by Dessoestma