Vuur

On the wall is an immense mural, depicting a familiar-looking guardian. The shudder of recognition passes deep through your gut - those scarred wings, the bright earth of her hide and gleaming belly, the mystic signs strewn across her body - she is the nameless legend countless hatchlings aspire to; The Fire-Fighter who gave up her wings for glory making the Fire-Water boundary safe from the beastclans, a fable so beloved that even your birthclan knew it. The painting seems to have done from life.
A sick thrill rushes down your spine - will you be the first to see her since she became myth so many moons ago?



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Vuur is one of the best fighters in the entire region - pity the dragon who picks a scrap with her.

Even-minded and even-handed in her dealing, she is currently training the rest of the clan in her warrior's art. She has an immense fond spot for these soft-clawed engineers.
Unfortunately, she has difficulty flying - hundreds of past injuries to her wings, particularly elemental magic ones, have made her membranes unnaturally stiff and painful to spread.
She often patrols the grounds around the lair with Sondag. They've nested together, but haven't quite decided if it's a fitting relationship yet, considering how much he loves the sky and how groundbound she is.

(Privately, she loves to watch the distant shadow of his wings circle in an updraft during the quiet moments when the training field is empty.)