Beastclan battles, while barbaric, were well liked and paid greatly. He was forced into this lifestyle, and while extremely talented and adored by all, he longed to return to his homelands.

While a sport in his youth, he grew to feel sympathy for the captive Beastclan members, learning their culture and languages progressively over the years. Growing sick of the slaughter, he toppled the arena he frequented, freeing the hostage Beasts and escorting them to safety through the mountains. While not paying as well, they taught him their unique cultures and languages, priceless gifts to be bestowed upon a former killer.

Acting as a mercenary for a few short years, his moral compass was dubious and often he drifted back into the heinous ways of the arena to earn enough to survive. Always he felled the owners when he was satisfied, always he escorted the survivors.

Despite receiving no formal instruction in his youth, Sprog ended his travels well educated. Able to quickly grasp language, he is amongst the skilled dragons who are bilingual in most common Beastclan languages, alongside a few more private groups. His comprehension of Beast nature allows him to act as a representative during trades and grants the Brotherhood a way of communicating with any foreign clans. Whilst his nature is far more tranquil to permit such timid behaviour, he still enjoys being robust and occasional combats still sets a thrum of excitement through his pulse.

Youth is a profound blessing, one that still graces his damaged form, rendering him playful and proud. His loyalties are oft laid with specific individuals indefinitely, and he may be blinded by his allegiance to some. Perhaps so to the extent of being ignorant. His pledge to defend the barren lands he resides in, and those who call themselves his clan, he decides is the wisest decision he has made.

Has a huge gross possessive crush on Martell and everyone knows but Martell.



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