Pascal

Already an adult when he was recruited by the clan, Pascal has always known what he wanted to spend his life doing- fighting.

He had tried to settle down, to calm his lust for blood with children and mates- two different, beautiful noctures, two nests full of nocturne children. For a while this had helped. He hadn't been in love with his mates, but he had liked them well enough, and he had taken great pride in his children. At the time, that had been enough.

But his children had been called to serve the gods, he lost touch with both of his mates, and the lust for battle returned just as strong.

So he set out to find a clan that would train him.

Many refused him, citing just his list of offspring as a reason to deny him entry. Something, on some level, he understood. Children and former mates were baggage, and the risk of accidentally interbreeding was too high. Plus, he knew his worth- he was there to be trained and sold to some other clan, to earn a pretty penny for the clan that took him in. Having children just made him that much harder to sell later.

But then he met Shelby, the imp with the thousand year eyes and the rainbow in his main, and when he gave his request to join his clan and be trained, Shelby just nodded and took him home to the Observatory.

Life, while not easy, was pleasant. He was expected to help with the chores when he wasn't training, and to train when he wasn't helping with the chores. A perfect existence for him.

Except one day he woke up and realized he could keep up with his trainer. No longer was he holding her back, a useless weight she was carrying through the Mire. No longer was he just a distraction, extra scales there to take a hit so she could dish out another of her own. No longer was he weak, but strong, about to dish out hit after hit and take them too without fainting, able to stand by her side and fight just as hard.

He was as strong as he could be, and on the day he realized that, it was time to go.

The clan made it clear, to everyone who might stay to be trained, that their time there was temporary. Only a small handful of dragons made up the clan proper, with the rest being hatchlings that were gathered to be sold the moment they were adults, except for those few spaces reserve for them, the trainees. But, again, those spaces were temporary, until they were strong enough to go out and find another clan they could fight for.

It was time for Pascal to move on, to find a clan he could truly call home. Someplace he could fight for, a place where, perhaps, he could give settling down and raising a family one more try.

After some years of wandering on his own, he finally settled down in vetra's clan, where he was accepted and respected.

{Trained by 9r7g5h}