Sphinx

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Dragons of the clan of Light named Twiceface were philosophers and tried to build a perfect social system, where each dragon had his role and his mission.
There were two species in this clan: Wildclaws and Tundras.
Because Wildclaws are strong, fast and skilled in group hunts, they were leading the clan. On the other side, Tundras have a great sense of the family, being sweet and pacific, but they can be a barrier of defense when the clan is in danger. According to the social system of the Wildclaws, Tundras were decorators of nests and nursemaids in charge of hatching.
So it was a perfect social system.

Each part of the clan made its work, and each was subdivided into a sub-hierarchy : between more powerful hunters, or between greatest decorators.

Sphinx was born there.

And when he was born, his life was simple. Sleep, eat and grow up. Then, he became a great nursemaid because he was very empathetic and silent, his attitude and his low voice calmed hatching. He said few words and only when he told stories to young dragons: stories of the clan, its origins, the strength of the Wildclaws, the calm and simple spirit of the Tundras. He never doubted the truth of these stories nor the rightful of the system. Because he never knew anything else.
But he was a very empathetic dragon, watching relationships of the clan, noticing every nicknames or qualifiers exchanged between dragons.
Step by step, like the young dragons who listened to his stories, it forged his view: “Tundras are not clever”, “The Wildclaws could fix it, not Tundras”… etc.
And, because he was a watchful dragon, even more silent than the other Tundras, he acquired the reputation of the most stupid dragon of the clan. But he was watching. He was watching how they treated him, and how the high rank dragons were treated. And he noticed… but he did not conclude anything from that.

One day, a young Wildclaw ran away from his nests and he was sent to find him because he had the best memory of the smell of the fugitive and also because the young Wildclaw liked him as the other young dragons.
During the search, he had to go very far away from the lair, farther than he had never been.
Not lost but unsettled by the unknown, a strange feeling, a combination of fear and excitation, ran through his fur, adding a bounce to his steps as he purchased the young runner… It became a game hunt. He caught the Wildclaw at the top of a cliff where the sight of wide horizons and vast swath of plains mesmerized him. The sun was gently lighting up the ground with golden rays from between clouds.
Once they returned, the Wildclaw was asleep, tired but blissful to have experienced the adventure, “as a good Wildclaw”. On the other hand, the Tundra was shaking and his body could not forget the impression the world left on him.
There could be so many plains and clans, so many other Tundra and Wildclaw he did not know of, so many new horizons to explore… who was he in this great world?

C'est le corps qui se rend compte avant l'esprit que quelque chose ne va pas, il a envie de partir, il ne sait pas pourquoi, il donne pour raison qu'il veut voir si les autres Tundras sont tels qu'on le dit, ici et les rencontrer. Il s'est senti “Wildclaw”, se croit anormal et décide de partir. Il passe pour dingue auprès des autres.

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Mate : Sophokratia