Judal

Judal was always considered kind and gentle but there was still something off about him. No other dragon could pin point it exactly. He has such a kind and understanding smile and his eyes were always so considerate. It wasn't that whatever it was unnerved other dragons, no on the contrary it seemed to attract other dragons. There was some sort of thrill being near this Tundra. there was nothing really unique about him so no dragon could figure it out. If seen from a wolf stand point they would see that he was an alpha, but not an alpha. He is a social dragon or atleast he was until the time he was drawn into the woods from the smell of blood. As he was known to do, he faded into the back woods and was soon overcome by the smell of blood lust. He had to pause and shake his head clear because there was also something else in his head. Something called to him. Unsure what else to do he continued until he came upon a clearing and there, sitting in the middle of shredded dragons and familiars stood a beautiful tundra, her fur soaked with blood, giving off a shriek of laughter. Normally such a sight would make even the bravest of dragons turn tail and run but not Judal. He was glued to the spot admiring the tundra as she drew her claws once again across the body of the dragon in front of her. Despite it being a mangled mess it let out a moan. This seemed to make the other Tundra happy as she dug her claws deep into its side. It shuddered one last time and Judal knew it was free of its worldly pain. And then their eyes met and Judal was struck by the green eyes he could see past the red fogged ones the birdskull had granted her. The scent of blood was gone and all he could smell was the lovely purehearted tundra that had been cursed by the skull and Judal knew at once he would do anything to free that tormented dragon from her prison. And so Judal started a clan, taking Rythika as his mate.