Fabian

No dragon in the clan of ashthorne is more well versed in the art of games than Fabian. A playful dragon at heart, Fabian has a deep love all things fun and fancy-free, and delights in anything that engages the Young spirit. From board games to pranks and even the most basic of tag, Fabian is an unquestionable mastermind of fun. This trait makes him the perfect watchman to the young of the clan, never missing an opportunity to engage with hatchlings and keep them happy and healthy alongside their parents' care. He also takes great joy in caring for the familiars of the clan when their dragons are away or unable to take care of them, frequently leading stampede of familiars through the clan grounds and gleefully cackling as the beasts mob the unfortunate dragons that happen in their path of playful chaos. Despite his playful nature, Fabian is under no delusion of the nature of the world. A stark realist, Fabian works to shield the Hatchlings of the can from the realities of the world around them by weaving tales and songs to entertain them, and by extension the rest of the clan, in times of hardship.



Fabian’s life started Loud, dark, and hot as a hatchling born in the heart of the great furnace. From the moment he left his egg, Fabian and those of similar clutches were all put to work, Starting off as a simple material supplier to those in the mines. Under a leader who valued money over all things, Fabian found himself born into a lonely life, his days spent fulfilling his clan duties and his nights resting to prepare for the next. The young coatl never strayed from his work, for all he had known was the job he came to feel he was born to do, and so without question, he did it. As he grew, Fabian’s duties grew with him, eventually leaving him to become a miner himself, toiling away in the mines to his leader’s content.

The days were long and hard, filled with the heat of the lifeblood that flowed under the Ashfall waste, and Fabian, though having grown to be content with the work, Began to grow weary of the monotony of the underground. Now a much bolder dragon than he had been when he was a hatchling, Fabian found himself abandoning his tasks more often to take time to himself, much to his leader’s chagrin. His leisure time, when he wasn’t being hunted down by his superiors, was commonly spent harassing his clanmates with ridiculous pranks and games he would come up with to bring some joy to those around him. The hatchlings of the clan especially seemed to enjoy the Coatl’s antics, a few even sneaking away from their duties to beg him to read them tales of their world with help from his loyal Hainu and his skills of prestidigitation.

For a long time, he delighted in being a thorn in his leadership’s side with his antics, knowing that despite his games, His quota was still met with ease, and maybe a few bits of treasure, Rendering him untouchable. As more and more of his clanmates began to attend his shows, eventually even attracting older members of the clan, Fabian slowly started to realize how unethical his leader’s practices were, and how low morale was amongst those he had grown up around, those who he considered his friends. Slowly, Fabian’s stories transitioned from legends of old to tales of long wars, battles for freedom and the power of strength in numbers. Slowly, Fabian sowed the seeds of unrest within his clan, imploring the young and old of his clan to spread his words to those unhappy with the state of the clan. At his final show, his tale was not that of grandeur, but that of a humble victory, telling the crowd that the story he had to tell was unfinished, and every dragon able bodied and old enough to mine for the riches of those above them should take up arms and follow him into a new age for the clan.

And so it was, on that day a civil war began, Fabian leading a surprise attack on the Leader of the clan and his guards, and after a short but violent battle, The workers of the clan came out victorious, and as his clan celebrated their flamecaller-blessed victory, Fabian, finally content with the future of his clan, decided his time here would be over. Leaving the clan behind, Fabian took to traveling the Ashfall waste, Making his living as a traveling minstrel. Eventually though, Fabian found himself missing the company of a clan, and especially the awe of the hatchlings that he loved so dearly to entertain. Eventually in his travels he ran across the clan of Ashthorne, a small but thriving clan in the Blacksand Annex in the midst of a wild celebration. As he flew above the clan’s activities, he felt himself drawn to the sheer joyous energy of the dragons below, the sight of the clans hatchlings running amok reminding him of home and doing nothing to dissuade him from landing at the entrance to the clan grounds. The dragon at the entrance, Seral, Immediately welcomed him, and as Fabian stepped foot onto the clan grounds, He felt in every fiber of his body, from the edges of his claws to the tips of his wings, that he was home.

---

.................Sora

TBD

^^Please note, this is not final formatting^^
Coding and Section bars by Me

---

Expensive on AH Wishlist (Will change as dragons come and go off ah)
Cataclysm
Devil, What a plague rep he would be

Non Ah wishes/unobtainables
Viriya, Had the Id of the day I joined <3
Decadence, What a f*cking dream

Random crap I might buy idk
Rob/Fisc/Sil G1
Seze - Azu/Saph/Cyan G1
Minty - White/mint/Spear G1

V. Pretty all purple (Fvck you magenta is purple, ok?!) Imp


Flaunt + Flare is my favorite combo i stg<3<3<3


This MFkr is 1kg on the AH, but I want him so bad T~T (tbh i just want a pretty sandsurge lmao)


I am the darkness, I am the night


Plushie! (Alternatively, can be Mirror or Coatl)


Saw this guy once, Very pretty <3


I really love rats :D (Permababy optional)


Ghost O-O (Any tert color is good tbh but Purple is best color UwU)


Oooh, pretty undertide :O


Red is so pretty