Nekerhitlo's Clan

*Welcome to the Glade, here I will be collecting, breeding and selling dragons, writing lore and backstories for dragons, and most of all, looking for friends. Feel free to drop me a line and say hi*

The sound of a light stream catches your ear as you push through the undergrowth and shrubbery. Opening before you is a small clearing, standing in the middle is a great tree standing a strong 50 meters tall. A large golden globe rests on it's trunk, a slight rustling and gentle growls and chirps can be heard from within.

Approaching further into the clearing earns a large growl from the small cave that appears to have been dug in the side of the hill. A large head, a deep blue, verging on purple in colour emerges, followed suit by the rest of the protector of this stretch of forest. The large Guardian rears to her full height as she inspects this new arrival, her piercing green eyes seemingly looking to your very soul.

While you are distracted you fail to notice the movement behind you as another dragon appears in your vision, dragging with it the results of a fresh hunt. The vibrant violet dragon overlooks you as it stalks past you to stand by the large tree, letting out a few trills and clicks before turning it's attention back to you. He too, bears his full stare down on you as he circles you, sniffing, judging.

With this call to attention several small heads poke out from the golden orb affixed to this central tree. All seem to visually wander the clearing before locking themselves to your visage. The small drakes wander to the edge of the opening on the side of the globe, seemingly with the intent to leap down to you. Just as they begin to step from their home, a quick squawk draws their attention back inside as a slightly larger but still diminutive face appears, wreathed in bright yellow frills.

The brightly coloured Fey dragon leaps from the ledge, a slight flap of it's wings driving it down from it's high perch. Landing softly on the ground it takes several short strides from it's landing place towards you his frills standing at attention. Its approach is short as it stops short of you, standing still and sniffing the air around you.

After a few short, albeit tense moments of scrutiny from the dragons in front of you they turn to each other. A high, jubilant trilling sound is let out by the small Fey, met by a short grunt of approval by the imposing Guardian and a chirp of indifference from the Wildclaw. Their stances relax and they bow their heads slightly as they part and invite you to enter the glade.