Vezra

Their true intention was much darker, however, as they proved to be wicked raiders bent on conquest; pillaging other lairs and being chased off by dragons much stronger than they. They moved and took what food and treasure they could, both greedy and gluttonous and violent. They stuck together for a mutual survival and camaraderie; they grew stronger together, and eventually found purchase in the Icewarden’s territory. Scaring off the local clan, they seized the flow of prey in one location and bunkered down within a valley of ice and settled in to finally have a territory where they reigned supreme.

It was in this security that Asven felt his possession of Vezra’s companionship meant more, and he tried to claim his mate. Outraged, the coatl lashed out and resisted his advances, and continued to do so until a clear schism had formed between the two. Where at once there had been a mutual understanding now all was lost to animosity.

Vezra ended up spiting him, and courted a rogue male out in the ice and snow. It was not too much longer after that that she clutched, her children a mix of his and her lover’s species. In outrage and an overwhelming sense of betrayal, Asven tried to confront her in her new nest, and it was only in fending him off did she manage to let her children escape. The threads of destiny skewed, and like the dragons before her Vezra beat him out of her new lair with an enviable disdain.

After other skirmishes and dramatic detail, their new territory was split into two. The mountains of glacial ice belonged to Asven, and the frozen valley and its labyrinths beneath the frost were in the possession of Vezra, who guarded them zealously. Of this new territory she was the queen, her voice mattered, her word was law. And the Queen of Frost, with her deliciously mad red eyes, set her gaze forth into much more harrowing plans indeed.