Lyrion

Then:
A dark Mirror slinks through the night, picking her way across a firey field. Her paws fall silently around lava vents, claws barely clicking against the baked stone. She has deep violet hued eyes set on a specific destination, a pile of coals that would be the meetingplace between her, and another.
A warrior.
The Fire Mirror, Charyne, was seated behind the coals, the deep red of her eyes taking in the Rogue who wandered nearer. They were cut from the same stone, the two. Only, Charyne was far more ambitious. BlackPearl had held in her jaws a shivering hatchling. He was not used to travel quite yet. He hated the trip-and at last, he was in a warm place again. BlackPearl spotted the other mirror and approached carefully, offering the Pup in her jaws like a slab of meat. Then again-meat was more valuable to her than gold.
"Here... an offering, to seal the bond of our alliance. Blood is thicker than water." She rumbled in her dark, rich voice. "He knows you-I told him everything about you. He wants to make your clan great."
That he did. The tiny shadow drake looked deep into the fire-breather's eyes, and met them without fear. "I am ready to serve the Flamecaller. But... do you happen to have some food?"

Now:
Lyrion has grown into a strong fighter, assisting the three great warriors, Charyne, Steven, and Lightswitch whenever he can. He is proud of clan 7734, but still visits his parents and daughter in Mirrormask. However, he tends to scare young dragons with his loud voice and ravenous eating habits. Those who get to know him, realize that he is one of the kindest dragons in the clan, always assisting others whenever need be.The only thing that scares him is porcelain dolls, especially if they move.