Caywa

Official Lightning Subspecies 011. Blitzkrieg

These are the Blitzkrieg, the lightning war dragons who command and lead the Stormcatcher's glorious army. These soldiers are not born, but made through countless battles in the ever continuing war for dominance over the lands and the flights within. Their hides are a mottled black, so speckled because they have been scarred in their many skirmishes with warring factions across the lands. Their wings are shades of equally mottled teal and aqua, a homage to their deity's colors so that even as he rests upon his Spire, he rides to war with his Blitzkrieg on their wings. It is said that the crackle of lightning has infused their bodies, staining them for all to see, but this is only an old wives' tale. In reality, their streaks and bands of ivory have a far sinister origin, one that instills fear among the flights that see these dragons on the war path. Each mark of ivory, whether large or small, represents a fallen opponent the Blitzkrieg has killed in the fight for dominance in the name of the Stormcatcher. Blitzkriegs scar their own hides to count their kills.

These dragons are Generals, Commanders, and Leaders. Their spirit is indomitable, and they pursue victory even at the cost of their very lives. Their devotion is unparalleled, and their loyalty unquestioning. To insult the Stormcatcher is to invite their wrath, and swift death befalls their foes. They are rarely found outside of the coliseum where they are typically training new recruits for the Stormcatcher's army.

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Caywa was born in the heart of the Shifting Expanse on a surprisingly clear, non-stormy morning. Being the only female among her rowdy brothers, and true to the nature of a Blitzkrieg, she quickly developed a penchant for self defense whether from warding off her brothers or scaring off the familiars which wandered about her family's lair. Caywa remained with her family longer than her siblings, a testament to her cause. She did not feel she could leave her lair not knowing her path as she was ever her father's daughter--plan, calculate, then make your move.

One evening upon patrolling the borders of the Stormcatcher's territory, she took a chance glance over into the Ashfall Waste and knew her course. Amongst the molten, burned landscape she sought for a clan that would benefit from her tutelage. It was no longer a matter of serving her deity, for she would indeed still worship the Stormcatcher wherever she traveled, but rather her cause became a need for teaching the weak a means of gathering their claws and finally standing proud for themselves. She settled in a clan not unknown to fighting, but rather sought to strengthen their established ranks and, so long as they would permit her the freedom to worship as she pleased, she would train others.

For a time, she stayed with her clan, but she felt as if she were not reaching her potential where she was. The Ashfall Wastes were inhospitable to the weak, but there was somewhere worse. Caywa found herself in the Scarred Wasteland, fighting for her life against one of the diseases that bred in every living thing that wandered the creeping landscape. She refused to die here, and so survived long enough that a caravan came across her. As fate would have it, she was taken in, and healed by their resident necromancer. She found that the Plague clan was not so hostile as she expected, and there were even a few former members of her old flights. She was free to worship as she pleased, so long as it didn't interfere with the matron of the clan, and was quickly recruited to train the others alongside a guardian formerly of the Light. Finally, she found somewhere to truly test herself.