Fraenir

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Clan Role: ___ Bleep bloop story goes here "Cute quote or something"

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Soaring through the sky without end, flying in loops and arcs without a single care in the world. His wing adjustments are near flawless; it's obvious that all of his focus is on the flying practices that he is currently engaged in. His nearly neon orange underbelly keeps the other dragons from losing him in the night sky while his darker color keeps him easily spotted when it's bright outside. Well-gripped in his coiled tail is a bauble of some sort; it emanates some sort of purple glow. He holds onto it for dear life, always keeping it near.

When he finally lands, he greets his mate briefly before glancing over at you. His blank stare is almost unsettling, but he eventually spares you a smile. No words are exchanged, and Fraenir gets a running start before hopping back into the air and, with a piercing pitch, he folds his wings and dives at an average-sized avian, grabbing tight hold of it and squeezing until it dies. He keeps hold of his hunted prey until he lands once again.

While it is obvious and needs no words to explain it, it is worth mentioning: Fraenir isn't to be messed with.