Ipomoea

voice sounds like Jhin from League of Legends, just deeper. Like, Corpse Husband deep

Guardian - 54g
Tiger - 109g
Okapi - 160g

Elder {B} is the Hunter, the Gatherer, the Fighter. He's trained every ruthless dragon you can imagine, and knows every single war technique you may or may not come across. He knows how to skin, how to make leather, how to hunt better than any beast or dragon in the darkness. He knows that even the smaller things like gathering twigs, logs, and other items is necessary for the clan. Another dragons trash, is this clans treasure.

Although originally quite a curious and free-spirited fellow, Flâneur became tired of seeing the world so ugly. He could see the beauty and hope in it, yes, but there was so much hate and greed and anger that trailed not far behind. Looking for their final destination, Flâneur and his mate, Elysian, happened upon a little paradise in the ice - a needle in a haystack, if you will.

Deciding this was the place to settle down, they used their magic to create a big Tree right in the middle, and a magical Mist to hide their little paradise from intruders. Every once in a while they would come across lost or hurt dragons, but eventually the ice reclaims what is theirs. Flâneur and Elysian helped those they could, but something peculiar happened one day...

A small pack of dragons, far younger than they were, had found their little paradise in the ice. Many of them looked wounded, but all of their faces held stains of tears and dark expressions. They both waited to see how this would play out. They eventually made their way deeper into the twisting cave system, built after the Foxfire Groves themselves! At last, they had made their way to the tree. Before they could cause any damage the couple had warned them not to touch anything, and to leave as quickly as they had come.

A Banescale stepped out from the group with markings we hadn't seen in a loooonnnnggg time. "We promise we bring no harm. We are too worn and broken hearted from disaster to put up a fight. If you would allow us to rest and gain our strength back, we would greatly appreciate your kindness." Curiosity snagged their attention. "What disaster?" They asked.

An Emperor was born in Sornieth, after the world began to crumble. It attacked their clan and wiped out most of their people. Their entire home just...gone. The Tidelord has also disappeared, and for the longest time the Deities have gone silent. Ancient breeds (like us) were coming out from hiding, and making themselves known to the Modern dragons, the younger generations.

Hearing news of the outside world, Elysian only felt pity for these young ones. She shook out her old mane, and as her bones freaked she emerged from the shadows. "You sound like you've all been through a rough time. Stay for a while, regain your strength, and if it's as bad as you all say it is then we can discuss later about you all staying here. You see, my mate and I have only ever been each other's company all this time."

Flâneur rose from the shadows and accompanied his mate, worry of these new travelers. "I haven't heard a complaint from you yet, female! And what will we do with all these mouths to feed?" He chuckled, as she raised an eyebrow, obviously putting on a light playful tone. "I suppose we'll have to figure that out, won't we? Looks like you'll need that old Magic Tome of yours after all!"

With a few experimentations and time, the couple figured out how to make it to where the dragons could move freely in and out of the circle. This way, none of them would have to worry about coming back in if they had to go out! They just had to wear a mark filled with the same magic that protected the area. Of course once you lived here long enough you wouldn't need the mark because the magic slowly makes its way into your body becoming one with you.