Athena

Athena

Athena’s arrival to the clan happened under mysterious circumstances. One day, she reportedly fell from the heavens, right into the center of the lair, but nobody knows more than that (and she won’t tell anyone about where she came from. Not again).
She spends her days peacefully, finally being accepted someplace. What only herself and the deities know is that she, as intelligent as she is, was given the better opportunities of any dragon in Sornieth. Born prestigious and high, her future shined bright in front of her, but she didn’t want to look. Athena was intelligent enough to acknowledge and embrace her own ideas and plans. So she flied away. And may the deities spare every dragon of everything she had to go through across the regions, of everything she had to fight off to live, rejected eveywhere she poked her muzzle. Her silhouette, full of scars and old patches of dirt, has met more than any other dragon around her. And she knows. She knows too much.
The memories of the pain would be unbearable without the clan supporting her. She’s got a partner, some good friends and pretty much everyone loves her presence (except for Aries, but he doesn’t really love anybody, and she’s caught Nightrunner in action enough times for him to be scared and not approach her anymore). Without her friends, she would probably be still wandering the lands of the dragon world, with no destination in mind, pointlessly walking for days on end. But now she knows that she too belongs someplace. And that warms her heart more than the hottest fire a dragon could ever spit.