MortimerMironov's Clan

Welcome to Bluespark.

A slowly growing clan inhabiting the territory of our next tar--
*cough* hr-rmmh. Excuse me~
Our gracious, wonderful lord, the everlasting Stormcatcher.

We are a clan, of the bright, and the brawny. The secretive, and the honest. Cruel, and kind. The good, and the evil.
--From a general, social perspective, that is.

Our home is that of barren crags, scraggly, tough grasses, and desert-dwelling creatures. Sands--welded into glass by lightning--crunch beneath claws as we tread at dawn and at dusk, at times searching, at times watching, at times playing.
Most of us creep back home before the roaring sun rises, and before the onset of frigid night. It’s safer beneath the earth, within our carefully sculpted lair of tunnels and rooms of solid stone.
The other week, our resident engineers had finally gotten around to rigging up lights, so now our humble abode is that much more hospitable, illuminated by strings of electrical bulbs powered by our single Stormtrap generator.
Now not only the mirrors and nocturnes can see where they’re going; Much to their ire.

In the end, we are a peaceful, prosperous clan.
Yes, some of our members upon being greeted, only ever seem to hiss. And several others tend to stand in conspicuously dark corners, staring unblinking from beneath the brims of wide-brimmed hats, replying in low, smiling voices.
And yes, The same smiling, hat-wearing dragons had recently captured a coatl shaman. And are now keeping him in the cellar, feeding him scaleback heads to see if he would go insane..
Those are all semantics.
And a very curious hypothesis, I must add.

Either way~ we--The dragons of Bluespark--and I, their gracious leader, Tengu in particular~ welcome you into our lair.