Seref

Seref was a scholar, a genius of such merit as the world had never before seen, as even the gods -in all their time and experience- had never before witnessed, and despite this, the Shifting Expanse still left him dazed and confused. Days had passed, and he knew elsewhere on this planet others were living lives of normality, hunting, fishing.... they were happy, he knew. He however, was trapped, scales rippling fearfully almost nonstop. Time here stood still, and all that surrounded him had not changed since he entered this gods-forsaken place. He was lost, and without soon enjoying the benefits of food, water, and quality shelter, he would surely perish alone.
His curiosity had gotten the better of him, and the chance to explore and study a part of this beautiful world, a part he had not yet visited at the time, caused him to rush forward unprepared. Serif knew now that he had been wrong to do so, he had underestimated the sheer size of this place, and had not brought with him the necessary supplies for surviving in a desert. I am going to die here, he thought, jaws parting slightly as he dropped out of the air, wings unable to support him any longer. His magenta eyes became wet, and tears dripped in sullen silence down his cheeks, and Seref whimpered, and the sound soon rose into a mournful howl.

Hawthorne was still young, but she was a talented huntress. A prodigy by the standards of her clan, and her's was a clan of prodigies, at least she thought so. Roeana made certain of that. She moved deftly over the white sand of the Expanse, relishing the feeling of it under her claws. Today was the first she had been out hunting on her own in weeks, her elder brothers were so protective. Holiday especially... she appreciated any distance she could put between them and herself, and her parents encouraged it.
She was determined to prove herself to them, prove that she could be successful on her own and careful at the same time, but she was becoming very frustrated very quickly. She pulled her brown wolf pelt tighter around her slim shoulders, parted her jaws, and scented the air. Even on her worst days, there was still something to be caught, but today prey was nowhere it seemed. It wasn't much longer until she discovered why.
An unfamiliar scent caught her attention, and she took off running in that direction. She found a young spiral male, weak, and howling in the sand. Her heart broke looking at him, and she rushed forward. "Hey!" she called, crouching to his level, and reaching forward with a short fore-limb, "get up! You'll do yourself no good laying here, let me help you."
He shifted slightly, howling silenced, and looked up at her, "Who are you? Where will you take me."
She smiled, "That's not important now, I know a place that can help you."


Serif is an arrogant dragon, and believes himself more intelligent than he is, however he is quick to learn and very eager. He's often abrasive to most dragons, but once they prove themselves either his equal or more proficient in a skill or field of study, he gains more respect and admiration for them.