TobiMajik's Clan

Locked snuggly under shadowy brush an elf sits with back to broad tree trunk. Enraptured, an old tome found recently on his journey through the shadowlands lay open and brimming the curiosity of the elf. Sketches and notes of all manner of ancient mythical beasts fill the pages from legends of strange lands. Finding a certain page open, the picture within calling to the elf. A drawing of a great beast enscaled and fuzzy with fur it doesnt fit his imagination for what the words below it state. Dragons. A whole chapter even checking ahead belonging to the brilliant scaled beasts. Every word glorifying the creatures from the small mischievous fae to the blustering restless snappers and the majestic feathered skydancers. One dragon however pulls him more, the one from the picture of this particular relic of literature, the scruffy creature. A tundra, one named Calic.