Brightwell

Translated From Dragon:
I hate every dragon here... I REFUSE TO SAY MY NAME!

Brightwell. I'm warning you. Say it NOW and give a full-fledged description about yourself or I WILL decapitate you. Heyenne9 isn't around right now, there's no stopping me.

FINE! I HATE YOU, EMBER!! RAAAHHH!
Anyways, I'm Brightwell. Bright-well. Don't talk to me. I don't like you. You're stupid. So is everyone else here. The reason I'm so angry all the time is because ones like you should rot.

Brightwell.

Sorry, MOM. Ugh. I'm thirsty, I'm gonna go get some water.

Description:
Brightwell is very moody, and doesn't trust fire dragons. AT ALL. She hates them with her heart, and refuses to make a bond between them of any sort. She snaps at others, while not minding Arcane Dragons.

Backstory:
She used to live with her parents, but ever since the Great War III came, and the Arcane tribe and Fire tribe allied together, EVERYTHING changed. The Arcane tribe planned an ambush, a way to back stab the Fire tribe. They failed, and the Fire tribe returned the favor. They killed almost every Arcane dragon known to existance, blood being poured even at the sightings of them. Brightwell hid under the remnants of her house until Heyenne9 and Ember found her and took her in.

also here cuz' im bored

Brightwell shivered. A deafening silence was washed around the clearing below and around her. She felt oddly uncomfortable under the wood and rocks, what used to be her family and her's home was destroyed. Smashed. Broken. Cracked. Crumbled.
The hatchling shook. What would she do now? She couldn't just stay here. The Fire dragons would most likely find her, and she'd join her family in the stars up above.
Brightwell bit her lip. Her family. She missed them dearly, even though it had been a few hours and a day since their death.
Suddenly, she heard rattling and shifting beside her.
She sniffed the air with her great sense of smell and felt tears come into her eyes; despite the dirty musk floating around in the air, she could smell dragons. Fire dragons. The dragons who had destroyed her hope and her village. The dragons who killed her family. The dragons who...
"I don't get it," a voice murmured from above her.
"What don't you get?" the other voice asked patiently.
"Why does this always happen? We always get an alliance and then it breaks. It's happened many times; the Nature tribe allied with us in the Great War I, but then backstabbed us and the Arcane and Water tribes had to back us up. Then, in the Great War II, the Lightning dragons LOVED us, but then murdered most of our dragons..." by this part, the one speaking seemed to get choked up. "They... they killed my mother... and my father..."
"I HATE THEM! I HATE THEM ALL!" suddenly, the wood erupted into flames. An ember bounced into her eye. She shrieked and stumbled out of the hiding place, her eye throbbing. When it finally went away, she opened her eyes.
Right in front of her was the Fire tribe's leader, the great Heyenne9, accompanied by another dragon.
"Are you okay?" the dragon asked.
Brightwell snarled. "Am I okay? MY FAMILY DIED BECAUSE OF YOU!" she cried.
Heyenne9 dipped her head. "You have no chance out here. Come with us, and we'll take you to our home." beside her, the dragon opened it's mouth to object, but quickly closed it, as if reconsidering.
Brightwell bit her lip. Maybe when she was stronger and older, she could revive the clan... yeah... revive the clan... her own pack, ruled by HER. She took her talon.
"Alright."