Fukuro

Fukuro was named so by his mother as soon as he hatched from his egg; his mother immediately declared that she was her 'Little Owl', and the nickname stuck with him even to this day. Being the youngest of a brood of three, Fukuro was the 'baby' of the litter, and his siblings never failed to remind him of so, though not unkindly. His mother was constantly doting upon him and his siblings, though mostly him (being the youngest), and his father was rarely seen. When he and his siblings did see him, however, he was large and powerful, exerting a presence that showed that he was not to be messed with. Despite the obvious power, though, he never failed to send a quick grin or a brief wink to Fukuro and his siblings whenever he passed always making the small hatchling smile. He had always wanted to be like his father, perhaps a little closer to his offspring, true, but... he was the most influential role model in his life, and he strived to be like his warrior parents when he grew up. Never failing to mention the fact to anyone willing to listen, as a hatchling Fukuro would boast of his teal and aquamarine wings, so like his father's. His mother would simply smile and think of how much she adored these small bundles of her. Her and Theron, she reminded herself. Quite a worthy sire, if she had to pick. Looking once more at her three little quarreling youngsters, the thought in her mind resonated as she huffed contentedly, resting her head on her pearl: these children are going to do great things when they grow, I just know it.
Times turned, and the hatchlings were growing. Not so little anymore, Ankaa reminded herself. Something was bothering Fukuro, though, she decided, narrowing her eyes. He had maintained a worried look for the past month, and she was worried. Her suspicions were confirmed when, out of the blue, he shouted: "I'm going to leave and join a clan!" Shock resonated through everyone's expressions, and then everyone started speaking at once, making Fukuro cringe at the sudden outbreak of noise. After much debate and several tearjerking moments (particularly between Ankaa), he was given his mother's blessing to leave. It had been a topic that had graced the Pearlcatcher warrior's thoughts: her children were growing, and soon they would have to leave. However, she DID NOT think that, out of all of them, the youngest would be the one to leave first! She sighed. He would be fine, she scolded herself. You taught him yourself, he should have no trouble finding a decent clan. Maybe even- she gasped quietly. A girl!! Not that she didn't have grandchildren, it was quite the opposite. Forty? Fifty? She loved all of her children, but this brood... it must be the father, she decided firmly. Theron was a renowned warrior and magic user, she was quite lucky to have bred with him. 'The Blue Tiger' was what they called him nowadays, and she saw so much of the male in her Little Owl. So, with tearful goodbyes and lots of hugs, Fukuro was off to find his own clan. Eventually he would, in the form of a remote Arcane Clan in the Crystalpine Reaches, and he would make sure to make his mark on many, and become a dragon that no one forgets.