The leader of the clan.

His name was never originally Fell.

It was always something else, first- a collection of numbers, an ID that never mattered. Nothing mattered, truly, only scavenging for the scraps of a meal he pursued fruitlessly time and time again.

Originally a loner, he slowly opened up as other dragons entered the territory he called home- at first throwing himself upon them, teeth gnashing and claws slashing, eyes alight the hue of the vengeful god he called his own... and eventually relenting, allowing them entry to stay.

Slow to trust and quick to bite, he accepts others into his personal space very reluctantly. Once he takes one into the fold, however, there is no turning back; he would move the moon itself for their benefit, bring them any heap of gold they so desire.

He was never anyone's first prediction of a clan leader, but he's a good one.

Outsiders will be given a cold shoulder, and he dislikes the majority of them.

His only weak spot happens to be hatchlings; he adores younglings to the moon and back, and any unwanted stragglers will soon be scooped up into his claws and thoroughly cuddled. It's rare for him not to want or treasure a little one, and he's the fiercest parent a dragon could ask for.