Artica

The young Wildclaw looks up from the book her snout was buried in, eyes wide as you approach. "Oh! Hello! You're here to learn a bit more about our clan? What a sweet suprise! Lenore has most of the clan's origins in her books, so you'd best go ask her for any information regarding that. I can offer my own story though, if you'd like! It's quite a doozy, but it does have a happy ending, if you're into those."


When Artica hatched, she was the fuzziest Wildclaw most had seen. She and her older brother were both strange looking, and most that seen them, had a look of disgust on their face. It wasn't long before her and her brother, aptly named Frostbite, for the odd ice chunks that adorned his scales, were abandoned and disowned, and found themselves alone in the cruel icy world.

The siblings relied on each other for basically everything after that. They would hunt together, and it was during this time that they discovered they had powers of their own. Artica could control snow and create wicked winter winds. Frostbite on the other talon, could use ice to his advantage, and freeze almost anything. Together they made an almost unstoppable tag team.

That is until tragedy struck. The pair found themselves being tracked down by a circus for their unique abilities. They were forced to keep running, much to Artica's dismay. She couldn't stand it, she wanted to be free. She was ready to fight, and she said as much. Despite Frostbite's precautions, she headed off towards where they'd last seen the monster of an Imperial, for one last stand.

But things didn't go as planned. They tried to fight, Artica conjured up a mighty storm but it wasn't enough. Artica found herself trapped in the mighty Imperials talons. Her brother was yelling, but she was telling him to run. What was he saying? The wind was too strong. "We'll meet again." She whispered, before suddenly everything went dark.

When Artica awoke everything was much warmer, and she was in a cage. Dragons of all ages gawked and pointed at her. She was trapped. Almost hourly, the wicked Imperial would appear to prod her with a sharp spear until she displayed her powers. This was hell at it's finest, and Artica desperately wished for the day she could be released, or die. Whichever came first.

Then on a day that seemed just the same as the others, a shady Guardian appeared. He stood at the back of the crowd, and studied her carefully, and when spectators had seen enough of the anomaly that Artica was, he approached. He introduced himself as Singed, a dragon who rescued others like her, and gave them a home.

Artica was astounded. She had a chance at a better life? Or was this another trick? No matter, if this dragon was bad, hen she would use a blizzard to escape. This was her chance. So she agreed, and Singed pried the bars apart using his massive talons. But before they could leave, the Ringmaster appeared.

The massive Imperial was furious that some petty Guardian would try and steal his prized act. Singed, was furious that a dragon could treat another dragon this way. Artica stepped back, and prepared to escape if anything were to go wrong.

What the Wildclaw didn't expect was for her savior to raise his talons, and call to the sky. She feared the worst as her rancid Imperial captor approached, but suddenly the shadows began to ripple. From all around her, wolves appeared, shadows streaming from their pelts, and jaws snapping hungrily.

Singed roared, and the wolves burst forth, and covered the Imperial that had mistreated her for so long. Singed ushered her to the sky, and they fled to a better home. As Artica flew, she was stunned. She realized she must've been being held captive in Arcane territories. It was beautiful, much more than where she'd been held, surrounded by gritty terrain and ragged tents.

Soon, the pair arrived at CentralStarWave, and Artica couldn't have been more happy. There were dragons with powers of all sorts, who were glad to meet her. She felt at peace, and it struck her that her brother would love it here. Overcome with emotion, Artica decided to go rest.

When she was shown to her new cave, she almost immediately fell asleep. But when she awoke, she was surprised to see a tired-looking Pearlcatcher there to greet her. He introduced himself as Toska, and said that he just wanted to talk.

After hours of chatting, Artica learned that Toska had no family left.. His family had all died in freak accidents, and he was the only one left. They went on to have many more long talks, and soon became mates.

Artica didn't know if her life could get much better. She had a clan that cared for her, a mate that loved her, and missions almost daily. There was only one thing that was missing. The clan had searched high and low for any sign of her beloved brother, but found nothing. They believed he was dead. Artica should have known such a thing would happen to her older sibling, but it still struck her hard.

Then, the impossible happened. News of an odd new icy Wildclaw that'd joined CentralStarWave's closest allies, The Clan Of Darkened Winds, spread. Artica was wary, but she had hope. And so her and Toska headed out to meet this dragon.

When she arrived at The Clan Of Darkened Winds, everyone was quiet. Then suddenly from the crowd stepped someone Artica thought she'd never see again. Frostbite and Artica ran and embraced each other happy to finally be reunited after years of being separated.

They told each other of all that had happened between the time they had lost between themselves, and when the time came for Artica to go home, she promised she'd return. And she did many times over.

Finally Artica felt complete.

Cave: Star
Powers: Snow manipulation and Being fuzzy
Role: Bookkeeper/ Librarian
Mate: Toska