Lunnavi

Driven from his clan as a small and unsatisfactory hatchling, Lunnavi wandered alone for a long time. Finding the heat of the forges he watched the large strong dragons work their craft and was enchanted. Day in and day out he would watch them, no way to feed himself the child was no more than skin and bones. Watching a cricket hop across the ground he chased it out of pure desperation. Eyes damaged by staring into the hot fires after being born in the darkness the small wildclaw did not see the pit, nor the dragon guarding it. As he began to fall, helpless, a soft hand caught him. Sitting in the warm palm of a massive dragon he was lifted and set back onto the stone floor.
"You are so small... So weak," the voice grumbled, low, deep, echoing. "That will not due." The smell hit Lunnavi before the meat was presented, a large rat, still wriggling, made quick work by a single talon of the guardian. Greedily he ate until his belly distended painfully and then curled up and slept.
Abyssian as he came to call him helped him grow until he could feed himself, and allowed him to stay in the cave on one condition. Keep away from the pit.
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Lunnavi is quiet, stoic, and keeps to himself mostly. When he does speak he is blunt, and harsh often causing hurt feelings which further isolates him from the coven that has sprung up around him. Nocturna is the only one he opens up to and allows to stroke his very small and weak heart that didn't seem to grow with his body. Inside he is still that lost hatchling, though he would never allow anyone to know that.