Ruvi - Warrior
Ruvi was hatched into a high class family. His father was the primogenitor of his clan and he had many of his sons and daughters go to serve for the Windsinger. This being tradition, from the moment he could hold a sword, Ruvi was trained. His father taught him how to flex his fins to protect himself and how to wield anything he could find on the battle field. He was taught to keep mirrors separated, target imps first, and to flip snappers to get their softer tummies. He didn't have many friends, only his father and those he trained beside which he never counted as his friends. His hide had been toughened since he could remember and his wings were never not sore after a day of training. He got no breaks, no weekends.
Heard
During training one day, Ruvi watched as every adult raised their heads. The sounds of swords and snarls stopped instantly as every dragon stared at the sky, almost in a trance. Ruvi, the youngest and only immature male on the field stared, confused. Ruvi say his father's eyes narrow and his lip raise. When they all lowered their head, he saw some of the other's talk among themselves. His father scoffed. Weak, he said. Such a weak guardian to beg for the help of others. His father explained that a gaurdian called to all other dragons for assistance with her clan as her strength faded. A twisted look crossed the old, scarred man's face. He turned and called to the other warriors. They all quickly gathered and Ruvi's father stood on the higher ground. You all must've heard the call, he yelled. They all murmured in agreement. The twisted look was there again. We're going to go take them, he snarled. The others yelled in agreement and the plan was made. They would attack on the morning after.
War Cry
They had all gathered before the dew had left the grass. They were all dressed from nose to tail in armor and they were all snarling already. They took off in a frenzy of fins and wings. Being a completely guardian lair had worked well in the past. Ruvi stuck in the center of the pack, hiding from his father who had not allowed him on this trip. It didn't take long to reach Royal's modest lair. They all thundered down and they saw the few dragons pour out of the cave. There was a guardian, a tundra, two imps, four fae, a spiral and a couple pearlcatchers. They all looked mismatched but they stood a line in front of the entrance to the cave. Ruvi's ear flicked and he heard a cry. A baby? He was curious, he needed into that cave. Ruvi's clan charged, snarling at the others. Ruvi saw the faes dart off as they all began to work as one dragon. The imps fought together in harmony. The dark one would rear up to scratch a face while the light one would circle around and bite onto the hamstring. Even all the training and armor couldn't help them. They were hammered from below by the imps and tundra while the faes sent out bolts of magic from the trees, darting away before the dragons would even turn to look for them. Royal retreated into the cave and Ruvi followed. He sneaked along behind Royal as she went deeper. The nesting section was where she ended, checking on the eggs and younger dragons. The area was sparce but warm and welcoming. Ruvi, unaccustomed to sneaking, tripped and fell just beyond the entrance. Royal spun and snarled, her fins raising in defense and spread her wings to shield the eggs from view. Ruvi cowered. Please, he cried, don't hurt me! I was only curious and I... His sentence trailed off as he saw the young dragon in Royal's arms. The young wildclaw was grey with blue wings and magical white runes all over his body. His heart skipped and he stared. Royal's eyes widened as she realized it. It's him, they both said at the same time.
Charge
Ruvi's father had been defeated. His men were scattered across the ground in front of the cave. Only he moved and breathed.