Thurg

There's a place for every dragon in the "Man-Cave", including the criminals. Not that the clan gets many, as true and bronorable as they strive to be, but when your lair has well over a hundred dragons running around, there's always going to be the odd thief or liar or overly greedy dragon.

But this one - this one absolutely takes the cake.

He's a bulky Wildclaw - a hatchling still, but that's a deceptive thing to say about him. Maybe he has beautiful baby-blue eyes, but that doesn't cancel the facts: He's strong enough that he tore out the cage bars on the first night, and it was only Void's bulk blocking the tunnel mouth that saved the clan. A hatchling he may be, but he's already the same size as the Coatls that dominate the clan, and is growing fast. He's absolutely dangerous, too - all he wants is to kill, eat, destroy.

Or maybe he just likes bashing things. Void wouldn't really know. She wasn't there during his little murder attempt out on the auction block; she'd had much better things to do, like sleep or stare at the wrongdoers she was already guarding. She'd just heard about it when he was left in the cell at the very back of the lair, tucked well away from any and all visitors. And it's not like he can tell her what his intentions were back there - he can't talk properly yet, just stomps and roars and howls.

One thing's for sure, though - the creature's very, very driven. Be it day or night, his tail lashes perpetually, and if he's not screaming primal challenges at his guard, he's pacing, pacing, pacing. It's getting to her, and after only a few days, she's desperate. She can't sleep in front of his cage because of all the noise, or at least that's what the Guardian tells herself, refusing to admit that she's afraid of what might happen when he's fully grown; either way, she wants him out, far and away from the rest of the clan. Let him hurt someone else, somewhere else; Void couldn't care about anything beyond her own precious clan.

And money, of course. Void cares about money a great deal. She has her mate Null, a deep-voiced Mirror, go to the markets under cover of darkness, and he quietly spreads the word, tells the unsavoury types all about this strong dragon - this great deal. He's the hatchling, the one involved in the Auction House incident the other day. Already mauled a dragon three times his size, even hurt one of our strong stock... All yours, for a price. We wouldn't want our reputation to be comprised, would we now-?

Money and safety. From this one mad criminal, Void might just get it all.