Sciles301's Clan

Shivering, you continue to trek through the storm. Your hands are frozen stiff; the cold continues to stretch throughout the numerous parts of your body. If you don't find shelter soon, it will be too late. You faintly hear the beating of wings in the distance, but shrug it off as another hallucination. Suddenly, an imperial, black as night with wings the color of blood, lands a few feet in front of you. She is quite large for a female, which intimidates you enough as is. But then you notice that she is covered in scars and the way her eyes feel as though they are burning into your soul is enough to knock you off your feet.
"Who are you?" She growls. You catch a glimpse of her teeth, stained yellow with age and a tint of red. You try to answer her question, fearing what will happen to you if you refrain, but all you can manage are a series of pathetic whimpers.
"I asked you a question and you would do well to answer it." The imperial takes threatening steps toward you.
"Please don't hurt me! I didn't mean anything by it; this is all one big mistake. I'm begging you!" You finally manage. She shakes her head and lets out a sinister laugh.
"Begging will get you nowhere, for you're in Damned territory now."

Welcome to the Clan of the Damned! A place full of liars, thieves, murderers, and dragons so broken that they don't fit in anywhere else.