Kiralyi

I was bought by a player some time ago, as a hatchling with infinite potential. I can't remember when my wings started shining, exactly; when my body changed shape, shifting to longer legs and shorter arms; when my skin and crest and feathers changed colors. My parents have red wings and blue wings, and I have purple. Their souls are dyed shades of blood, whereas mine sings with regal light, pure gold.

I have had many children over the ages, in all shapes and colors. My eldest is a soft marine color with eyes as mysterious as night, probably from her father; her sister was sent to battle with the Plaguebringer, but not before bearing a nest of three lovely purple-toned Mirrors. One of them, if I recall correctly, was stillborn, and its soul resides forever with its mother. Some of my children have markings resembling their father, and some of them did not free themselves from their eggs unscathed. I mourn the losses of those children, and wish them the sweetest of journeys among the deities. All of the children that have survived have borne nests of their own - perhaps I witness my kin in passing dragons without realizing it. I will have to trace the lines more carefully, eventually.

Though having traveled the world and seen the lands of many shapes and sizes, from the fire and brimstone of the Flamecaller to the Plaguebringer, Earthshaker, Windsinger, and more, I now rest in the lands of the Lightweaver. Perhaps my weary bones will reside with the others of my kin - lovely dragons, all of them, if a bit ostentatious at times. A Fae found me, a diminutive thing who saw my tired frame and sought to lend me her paw; and it is with her, and with other Wildclaws with wings as vibrant as my soul and souls as dark as the Shade.

Perhaps I have found my final resting place...before my soul joins with those of the children I so immensely miss. I am pleased with my life.