Fallenleaves

One of the earliest members of a clan in the Zephyr Steppes, Fall regarded the location of the clan where he would be adopted with curiosity, and how he got his name was a little embarrassing. The green hatchling, 'green' in the experience sense as well, tumbled and fumbled with his earliest attempts to fly, into a soft pile of leaves... a 'fall in leaves' so to speak; earning what his name would be today. But this clumsiness would not last forever. He tried and tried again, and finally he would fly among the best of them. By then it was too late to change his title, but he didn't mind. Fall just regards it as a funny story of his early childhood now.

As a pastime he trained himself, curiously, into magic arts rather than the physicality in fighting that was in the blood of his parents. While he has never become a battle expert, he is competent, and has a strong protective spirit, regarding his responsibility over younger fledgelings. It came to be at some point that the clan decided to move to the Ashfall Waste, and Fall followed along with them, loyalty still strong. But as the years passed, the clan grew and he was proud, but it started to feel crowded. He thought finally it may be time for a change of pace and scenery... With his leaders' blessing, Fall would be completely alone for the first time since he was little. But it wouldn't be long before he found his new home: a curious, quaint smaller clan in Earth's domain that had Nature founders: the element of his origin. He serves as the head teacher, with assistance from other clan members on occasion for specialized topics.

Upon his departure a Wildclaw hatchling--almost identical to his appearance, has been named in his honor. Fall himself muses and believes that, in a way, he was reincarnated even without having died, and that he himself has had a previous life. He studies on his own time, but also serves as teacher when there are actually hatchlings around to teach about the murals, as well as about the lands and places he's seen. An incident where he wandered on his own got him attacked and nearly killed by beastclans, and though he escaped with his life upon rescue, his throat was damaged and it also took away his voice. This caused great distress for the clan, but he reassured them he would be alright. He soon developed and mastered a spell that could allow him to communicate his thoughts, written or drawn on his wings, though it is rather exhaustive and causes him to be more prone to sleepiness. Even through these trials and losing the ability to speak normal Draconian, he is still regarded as a very charming dragon.

It has become a recent belief and rumor that the circumstances of his aging are not normal, though so long as he remains in good health, the clan tries not to worry about it too much.

(2ndgen, breedchanged/gened by his previous owner. Firstborn of three, with a sister and brother.
His acquisition fulfilled my 4-digit dream on 09/30/14! q__q I'm free to send some letters to his old clan!
As of 11/15/14, 54th-oldest male Wildclaw on the site, third page on Search. Art by CaptainCrystals!)