Xylina

To where she comes from is a mystery, to why this dragon is here is a story all on its own. On the day of celebration the Tundra had a difficulty in her shop, she was being kicked out for no other than for another shop to be placed. The shop was all she had, all she needed. She couldn't go back to her old clan, yet she couldn't find another, the dragon spoke no other language. Who would take in a dragon who couldn't speak their language? Her shop allowed her to get the needed treasure she needed from selling treasure for gems, and gems for treasure. No one had ever bothered with the system, no one spoke to her, the sign said it all. Only with being kicked out she had nothing, no home, she was kicked out of the only place she knew. The only place where she fit. On this day she had met a dragon, her species, he was towering over her the fated day. No words were passed, but his eyes said it all with no language barrier. Nax, her present mate and best friend, was all she needed, with him she needed no shop no words. He had brought her to a clan, who soon accepted her, with questioning glances and untrusting eyes. She began to fit in, and slowly learned the language, which she speaks with softness, and faltered words. To this day she still doesn't know every word, not that she does speak much at all. She wares a smile, and giggles at the wrong times, but how couldn't she? Happiness is all she has, and after learning of her infertility with Nax, she didn't want anything else. She has grown bitter to hatchlings, and envious to mothers. Some of the clan-mates just believe that she is crazed, and some believe she is misunderstood. Her aura speaks differently, with a subtle creepy air around her, there is yet comfort. She is the broker of the clan, and it's the only thing she knows how to do best, since not many dragons would disagree with her deals, and with death on her side. If on her good side, she should be trusting, and if on her bad side, she should be feared.