Sanga

The Untamed

Sanga has very few and fuzzy memories of her early childhood. She can only recall segments, pieces of moments, when she had been hunting small critters alongside a mother whose name she long since has forgotten. She remembers the two of them traveling, always on the road, always moving. Going somewhere. Anywhere. Everywhere.
She can recall the sound of waves crashing against the ship that took them to the frozen lands of the Southern Icefields. She remembers the first time she saw snow and felt the icy wind swirl around her whiskers.

That was a long time ago now. The Clan had taken her in after she had been separated from her mother at the Fortress of Ends. When she got older the Clan Mother Lilaze had told Sanga the truth about her mother and about what had happened that fateful day. Sanga had been quiet as she listened to a story about a ruthless killer that had spread fear amongst the land and how the Watchers had tried to bring an end to her terror.
The living ice sculptures, Izak and Brehild, that served as the Clan Guardians had sensed danger in the air and joined the search party to find Solange and and find her they did. However, they had not expected to find a hatchling traveling with her. The instinct to protect the small being from harm was stronger than the desire to fight the fearsome foe, so the two left the fighting to the Watchers. Carefully laying down beside Sanga, they had guarded her from the sharp claws and teeth that filled the air as the battle raged on. Only after the the killer had been chased out of sight did the sculptures move their heavy ice wings that had shielded Sanga and ever so gently Izak had picked her up on his back to take her with them. Take her home.

She had been scared, confused and cold when they finally reached the Main Gate of The Fortress of Winter's Bay. After being handed over to the Clan healers the young hatchling had been taken in by the Clan’s best hunter Cinaede. The rest was history.

Sanga had been shaken by the news, scared when she realised that she could recognize her mother’s violent ways in her own nature. She had always loved to hunt and also been very skilled for someone her age. The thrill of the chase and the satisfaction of taking down a prey. Now she feared for the possible day when hunting meer prey might not be enough anymore. Feared that she too might end up becoming a killer. But Cinaede had been there to reassure her that that would never happen.

Cinaede had raised Sanga as her own daughter. She was strict but fair, a good teacher for the young imperial. She taught Sanga how to use her natural hunting instincts in her everyday life. How to separate friend from foe, how to sense when there was danger up ahead and how to defend herself if there should be the need. Cinaede’s mate Quin became somewhat of a father to Sanga and even if though she did not spend as much time with him as with her new mother she liked him very much. He would always be able to cheer her up if she was feeling sad or would entertain her with his dancing.

In time she had gotten to know the rest of the Clan members. Some she liked, some she disliked, but most she didn’t care about much at all. They were part of her Clan and that was all there was to it as far as she was concerned. She has her small group of close friends that shares her interests and values so why bother with dragons that she does not know?


Sanga has a deeply rooted admiration for physical strength. This is most likely due to the stories her birth mother once told her as a young hatchling. The one thing she had always remembered clearly about the time spent with her birth mother was the stories she used to tell about mighty warriors, duels for glory and grand hunting parties. Sanga tends to judge others by their physical abilities and looks down on those who prefer using magic rather than their claws. She thinks magic is something only weak and cowardly dragons use.

Though being born in the Starfall Isles meant that she too possess some magical traits, traits which she very rarely uses. When she does use them she never use it to attacks with magical energy, rather use it to heighten her natural senses like smell or hearing. She also learned to use it as a shield against other flights magic, should she ever have to fight a mage.

There are very few thing that Sanga truly cares about other than hunting and fighting. One of those things is her mate Komael; a powerful male imperial with a heavy build and a tendency to use more violence than needed. From the moment she met him Sanga was drawn to his brutal nature and strong physique. He is a skilled hunter like herself and they often go on long hunting trips together with their fellow hunting friends Kimba, Ahadi, and Macheeba. Also Cinaede of course, seeing as she is the leader of the hunting team.