BloodType

A new home? As the young guardian clung tight to the carrier, he pondered where this would leave his life. His mother had promised that his home would be in a place perfect for such a gentle spirit like him. None of that made sense now, but it would one day. He was sure of that. The courier eventually landed, letting out a call to whoever was within. Was this... his home? The brown hatchling grimaced at the sight of soil and barren land around him. This wasn't the magical bound lands of Arcanist. This was... what was his name again? His mother had told him the stories of the deities. However, all those names were so hard to remember.

From a cave came a guardian with a tundra mate at his side. The sand-hued wings on his back fluttered as he approached, looking softly at the hatchling. “Is he the one?” the grumbled voice of the leader questioned. The carrier nodded, releasing the youth to approach what would now be his home. The soil male looked nervously at the larger dragons who stared at him with great consideration. Then suddenly, the violet tundra leaned her head down and nuzzled him.

“Welcome to your new home, Taka,” she greeted, treating him like a mother would a hatchling. Their crimson leader puffed up with pride and roared out for all the other Earth clans to hear: their clan was growing.

“Let it be known from this day forth!” Brother cried. “Blood Type- you are one with our clan from this day forth and forever.” Blood Type. Taka. He had a name and, from the looks of it, a home. The tiny guardian roared with his new leaders, all too glad to know that he had a place among the dragons of Earthshaker.