Reiner

Pronouns: mainly he/him but solely because he doesn't care, and that's what people default to for him.
Gender: eh, whatever's most convenient.
Would They Curse If FR Didn't Censor It: ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ maybe. who knows! probably only if something really bad was to happen, like the revival of a bloodthirsty monster, not that that is going to happen here, haha....
Profession: OG oracle in the clan; was something of an open secret, as it was widely known in the clan's earlier days, but as time has passed, the earliest residents have thinned out while more proliferic oracles have joined their clan, his abilities have been forgotten to all but Sunshine and a few of the clans earliest residents. His abilities on this front have also been less? reliable/more cryptic than the others, so even within those who know of his abilities there's still a range of trust levels in them anyway. Outside of this, he also chips in with foraging, scavenging, and digging where he can.
Hobbies: He likes reading, storytelling, writing, and dabbles in painting especially, though anything easy to take a pause from and nap when he gets too sleepy is fair game for him.
Background: From childhood? Whenever he was spawned into existence, Reiner has known that his Charge is the future. From his visions, he saw a dragon he believes is Sunshine; he believes they're key to protecting the future like he wants. When they met for the first time, Reiner begged them to start a clan with him in order to achieve this, and they relented. As the clan around them grew, he worked on piecing together the bits his visions gave him to put the whole story together.
Info: He can only get parts of what protecting his charge is supposed to entail through his visions, and his childhood/young dragonhood anxiety has long fled for a sense of resignation about what must be done. He will do his best with what he can, but in the end he only gets hints of what's to come and can only hope his actions will be enough to keep the future safe.
Noteable Features: Sees prophetic visions in his dreams. Has narcolepsy with excessive daytime sleepiness and cataplexy.
Header Credits: Sun by Two Door Cinema Club

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Broken Heartstone

Minerals & Ores

Offerings at the graves of dead Charges, a Guardian finding one is considered to have been given a warning by the fates, a final chance to prevent death. (Special thanks to SocialBookWorm!)

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The Stolen Eggs:The Progenitor

TW: mildish blood

Reiner didn't know what to think of the dreams. His sight was unpredictable, he'd seen many 'visions' remain fantasy, too many for him to tell anyone what he's seen for fears of being viewed as a dramatic dragon, or worse, a liar. It was better to leave the prophesizing to Fiorello, whose visions came in, clear and concise, and above all, correct. Most of Reiner's dreams were of inconsequential scope anyway, frivolous situations with a relative lack of perceived danger, truly just dreams dancing on the fluff of his unconsciousness. He let his mind be led, a hatchling shepherded around by powers beyond him. But after the most recent dreams, he couldn't just follow along this path, like a sheep being led to slaughter. The taste of blood still echoed in his nasal passages, the metallic bite hanging around his head like the fog of terror he still hadn't shooken off. His muscles cringed from any bit of sensory, his entire body caught in a fight-or-flight rush before he even knew what he was reacting to. He needed to find the source of this troubling vision, before it found his clan. The only cohesive thought he pulled from the dream was a single word, a sound that sent the Icewarden's claws rake up his spine: Emperor




Fiorello staggered through a moon-lit camp, his swaying path not unlike a Spiral's flight path. He practically body-slammed a tree in his jagged walk, heavy pants racking his delicate frame. A small smile curled the edges of his mouth. Tilting his head up to look toward the moon, he gently closed his eyes and relaxed against the tree, the content on his face seeming like he were basking in the warm glow of the sun. He slid down into the snow, his head drooping like a wilting flower. The wing not pinned against the tree laid in the snow, Fiorello's limbs spreading out in the most comfortable fashion he could muster before his consciousness fled him. The camp behind him was desolate, stark silent.






Blood spattered the ground, maroon froth flecking the snow and dirt in the clearing. A small Pearlcatcher, teal lines and white bursts of electricity dancing across her body, narrowly dodged the slash from the vast Ridgeback. Jess sprinted towards a boulder, jumping up to spring off it and slam into the Ridgeback with more force. He staggered back, her momentum transferred to him as she pushed off of him to land a couple meters away. Deep scratches ran across her hide, the blood welling in the cuts dripping off to mar the earth more. Gabriel, the Ridgeback, twisted to lash his tail around. Jess just barely avoided his heavily spiked tail, taking to the air before spitting out a contuse. Gabriel rocked with the blast, but followed through with the spin and slammed a wing into Jess. Her lower half caught by the hit, Jess starfished through the air, slamming into the ground with her shoulder taking the brunt of the landing. She struggled back to her feet after a moment, now on three legs, chugging air like each breath was a lifeline. She snarled at him, desperation tearing up her eyes. 'Gabriel, please!' He stood still, silent, eyes unfocused and emotionless, a shadow clouding over the normally vibrant red. His stiff posture was alien, his mannerisms not his own. He took a step forward, an aggressive motion that prompted Jess to action. She dove for the space between his front legs, almost getting ripped up by claws as she slid across the slushy mud. Her electrified claws dragged down his belly, only leaving so she could push off one of his back legs. His tail slammed down where she would've been, and she twisted around as she slid, slipped back into a fighting stance several paces away. Her shoulder sloped in exhaustion, wings folded and tail dragging, staring in the face of a battle she doubted she could win. Gabriel approached, wings flared and teeth bared.






Bella pressed a paw to the Pearlcatcher's throat, staring intently at her. Zora's eyelids flickered, violet eyes glazed over as she struggled to take in air. Bella leaned her weight onto the leg, shielding her body from the blows coming from the weakened dragon. A tremor went down Zora's body before she went still. Bella removed her paw from Zora's neck before crouching next to the young dragon, concern crossing over her pale gold eyes. Pressing her nose against Zora's head, Bella began to quietly murmur. A soft glow emanated from her, growing to cover Zora's body, before the golden aura spit out a luminous blue fleck. Bella immediately whipped around to lock her eyes on it, muzzle wrinkling to show her teeth. 'If you hurt anyone else, I will wipe you off the face of all realms, do I make myself clear?' The fleck winked out of existence, leaving Bella to only the quiet sounds of Zora's shallow breaths. Bella sighed, turning back to the Pearlcatcher to give her a final once-over. When satisfied, stepped over her to curl up against the unconscious dragon's spine. A Wildclaw, unseen by the Bogsneak, watches from the cover of the trees. They take off into the forest at a dead sprint, intent abound in every step.



-is only here 4 the food
-nah not really but he's barely a part of the clan at all. is so uninvolved yet a good part of the clan thinks he's really the puppetmaster (hint: hes not. just bc u saw him talking to all the people u believe to be part of the leadership of the clan doesn't mean he's manipulating them all, it just so happens that they're all dragons he's known since the clan was first founded)
-occasionally helps out one or two dragons or something but other than that spends his days doing nothing others consider productive. he isn't even sure he considers what he does productive (note: for all the college students out there, napping is considered productive [in my book], even if it isn't in Reiner's case)
-is something of a prophet. has strange dreams but really doesn't act upon them so he's really hte only one who knows about his dreams. some of them come true, some of them dont, so he really doesn't think it's v important to share these with others (note: they all are linked back to reality, but he doesn't know this bc he's uninvolved and doesn't go to meetins with other clans/flights)
-those who can tolerate his lazy attitude love ot lay on him (specially his wings) cuz hes alwaus napping in the sun so no matter how cold it is he feels like a giant electric blanket
-does occasionally do things for the clan but has to be prodded to do so