Mirza

| Mirza. meaning prince in Arabic. Leader of the third incarnation of this clan. |

| Relationships |
Siblings: Maram, Murad (both from a different clutch)
Friends: Bellatrix, Hera

Mirza is the younger sibling of Maram and Murad. Not only is she younger, but she's from an entirely different clutch. Her brothers are very protective of her, even in their adulthood as they lead the clan. She hates to be left out of negotiations that they don't think twice about excluding her from. They don't slight her deliberately, but to them, she's just their little sister. It all came to a head when she walked in on Maram and Murad discussing clan matters with their wives without involving her.

Maram barely had a chance to lift his head and scent the hair and announce, "Mirza? You smell... angry" before she thundered across the room and pounced on him, propelled by a blast of air from her wings. He's bigger than her by a fraction of a meter in his length and wingspan and heavier than her by about 10KG, but she had the element of surprise. It was like the rough play he and Murad wouldn't make her a part of when they were younger because she was too little. She snapped her jaws threateningly before closing them around his throat - carefully mind you, but when she released him and turned to where Murad, Maha, and Munya were watching, her intention was clear.

Her chest heaving, tail lashing, eyes burning, she calmly said, "If I can fight, I can run the clan alongside you. I may be your little sister, but I'm no hatchling anymore. The next time you speak, I would like to be included." Maram stood and bowed his head to her. After regarding him for a moment, she did the same, and he nuzzled one of her ears. "I think you have showed us all that you are very capable." Murad did the same, saying, "We are a family. We advise this clan as a family. I'm sorry that we have forgotten that. You are no longer a hatchling."

From then on, Mirza never missed a conversation between them. It was her who endorsed the building of their force, their warriors. Commanders were appointed and a uniform of sorts developed. The siblings may run the clan, but they each have different duties in addition to general responsibilities. Mirza coordinates with commanders and offers input and suggestions for the training of warriors. In the wake of the downfall of her military system, she has focused on assembling a more diverse force of fighters and warriors to defend their clan. This iteration of their military has proven much stronger.

She is very driven and feels that courting or hatchlings would only distract her from her duty to her clan. Plus, her brothers have already set about finding mates and rearing young; the bloodline lives in them as it does in her. Despite her strict personal policy, she is quite fun and loves gallivanting around with her best friend, Bellatrix. If anyone's going to lift the mood with a well-timed joke, it's Mirza.

One of the first successes in my XXY/XXX umber seraph/cherub tundra line. They are all given Arabic names, usually beginning with "M" (but I may switch the first letter from clutch to clutch) and dressed richly.