Odin

There is something not all there with this little guy... Something is off with him... Odin is a little ball of rage. His tiny frame allows him to slip through the crowds of battle quickly and In the heat of battle, a dragon no bigger than most dragon’s heads tends to be overlooked- and Odin takes this to his advantage as often as he can. In the festering landscape of the plagues, a dragon no bigger than a hatchling can often find himself in trouble, and Odin knows this well. It wasn’t long ago that he was face to face with a throng of beasts, and it was only through the warmth in Talbot’s heart that he lived to see another day, another battle. His adopted clan was wonderful, they cared for him and he cared for them, and it wasn’t that he didn’t trust them, per se, he just… thought that they were perhaps better off not knowing the things he didn’t want to tell them. As his little claws scraped their way off the rock face and his wings snapped open to keep him from hitting the ground, he launched into flight to head for higher ground. After all, a dragon so small wasn’t spotted so easily, even with the battle raging on below him..