Name: Frog

Clan Rank: Summoner

Nickname: Demon, slick

Mate: Caimon & Bayou

Theme song: Blair Crimmins and the Hookers - A Demon Like Me


History:(by shanncrafter)
Frog was a rather mysterious little fae.
She had never taken that wolf cape of hers off.
Not once.
And her luminous, cold, yellow eyes always seemed to be watching something.
Most of the other dragons were terrified of her.
One would have thought that a dragon of the Light wouldn't have had anything to do with the rituals and magic of the Shadow flight.
Frog didn’t really care about that.
The boundaries between each elemental region was fast fading, anyways.
It seemed like every clan now was just a mix of different flights now.
The spirits told her that the deities were getting lenient.
Frog certainly hoped so.
She wouldn’t be forgiven so easily if word of her rituals reached the Lightweaver's ears.
And unlike Caiman and Bayou, however, she was the one with the worst reputation.
It was one thing being part of the Ice clan's voodoo rituals, it was another thing when she was the one doing the summoning.
Bayou could be the priest and Caiman the soothsayer but as far as she was concerned, summoning the forgotten was the best fun she ever had.
The spirits of the afterlife seemed to understand her much better than the others ever had.
The tiny fae was the only one capable of talking to the spirits of the forgotten.
Even to the exalted dragons.
It was no surprise that some of the dragons who missed their loved ones came to Frog to beg for a word from their dearly departed.
She didn’t know why they tried.
The dead weren't really all that chatty.