Mictlantecutli

An Outcast from Shadow Flight

Wandering through Ice territory on his way to certain death, he came across a tiny, injured Fae. Even if he could let himself die, he definitely couldn't leave such a small thing out in the cold. It was obvious from the leg scars and the bruised wrists that she had been a captive, most likely of the Icewarden himself. Even if she'd healed up on her own, it wouldn't be long before she was recaptured and killed on the spot. Even if he helped her heal, when he went on his own way, she'd probably come to the same fate.
Well, he had time to think while she was healing.
He decided on giving her a little advice: starting up a clan. She didn't seem to remember, nor need to know her own history; after talking with her, she was too young and bright for stuff like that. He already carried enough baggage, why not take on a little more? Originally, he was going to stay just until she gained a few followers strong enough to protect her, but weeks turned into months, and although he stayed away from the center of attention, Mictlantecutli had grown fond of the little clan he begrudgingly admitted to belonging to.