Wastedkermit's Clan

As you stumble along through the dark underbrush, you notice a drape of ivy that seems out of place. Exhaustion and hunger overwhelms you, and you almost fall through the drape.. and into an open clearing. Piles of gems reflect moonlight, lighting up the area, and more ivy is woven into the trees, creating a cozy wall.

A large imperial seems to appear from the shadows, his eyes guarded but curious. "Well, hello!" He rumbles, towering above you. A small fae lands on his head, and they both seem uncertain. "I think you're in the wrong lair. Let us escort you out." Talk about shallow; can't they see how tired you are?... Can't they hear your belly rumble?...

"Alek, Felix - what have I told you about guests?!" From a wall of chess pieces and minerals climbs a sleek skydancer, and she holds her head high. Coming to a stop in front of you, she seems to give the two males a cold glare that make them both dip their heads. She turns back to you. "My apologies. We're still a small clan, so the boys - silly males - think all guests are intruders. You seem weary. If you are here in peace, we welcome you into our lair. Felix, please ready a nest for our new friend. Alek, could you prepare a meal? You know how good your cooking is." She gives you a smile. But it's apparent how empty the clearing is - it's as if there is only the three dragons here.

"My name is Zyreph, by the way." She notices your searching eyes. "We're a small family right now, but we're growing. Don't let our size fool you - between Alek and I, our borders are more than safe. Please, make yourself at home."

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Welcome, Welcome! Please excuse us; we don't quite have a name yet. Felix is working on it - when he isn't out searching for chess pieces, the oddball - so stay tuned! Our clan is prideful in the fact we welcome all guests. Zyreph is our 'queen' if you will; she is a kind lass, but definitely not one to pick a fight with.

Make yourself at home, but don't get too cozy - there's lots of changes to come!

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"Now this is the law of the jungle, as old and as true as the sky,
And the wolf that shall keep it may prosper, but the wolf that shall break it must die.

As the creeper that girdles the tree trunk, the law runneth forward and back;
For the strength of the clan is the wolf, and the strength of the wolf is the clan.

Wash daily from nose tip to tail tip; drink deeply, but never too deep;
And remember the night is for hunting and forget not the day is for sleep.

The jackal may follow the tiger, but, cub, when thy whiskers are grown,
Remember the wolf is a hunter—go forth and get food of thy own.

Keep peace with the lords of the jungle, the tiger, the panther, the bear;
And trouble not Hathi the Silent, and mock not the boar in his lair.

When clan meets with clan in the jungle, and neither will go from the trail,
Lie down till the leaders have spoken; it may be fair words shall prevail.

When ye fight with a wolf of the clan ye must fight him alone and afar,
Lest others take part in the quarrel and the clan is diminished by war."