Selriona, far from home but still mine.

Mate: Madock
She doesn't know who her parents are. Her earliest memories are just of running through the Tangled Wood, hungry and tired. In reflection, her egg must've been lost. It wasn't all bad, though; despite those fearful early days she soon came across another dragon in much the same situation, the tundra Madock. Alone and scared, she still pledged right away to protect the smaller hatchling from the dangerous world around them.

The days were much easier with him around. With her height she could reach trees and bring down the leaves for him, and with his smaller size he could more easily pull animals out of their burrows for her. It wasn't long before they found themselves nestled along the Driftwood Drag's river, claw and talon carving a burrow for the two of them. A burgeoning lair, just as the two neared adulthood.
Nowadays, as the de facto leader of the clan, Selriona spends much of her time coordinating when and where to gather food and materials. When she's not spending time with her clanmates - especially her hatchlings and dear Madock - she's practicing her magic in the hopes of becoming a powerful caster, raining down destruction on whatever foe might catch her eye.
She's not certain if she likes where the clan is heading, to be honest.

It was supposed to just be him and her, Selriona and Madock, two young dragons trying to survive in the world. And now she's the clan leader of some four dozen and growing dragons, trading, hunting, coordinating. She's not cut out for this. She never wanted any of this, and anxiety gnaws at her gut like acid.

But then she and Madock retire for the night and they lay together, he wraps his legs around her as best he can and whispers soothing things to her. And then she feels... maybe things will be alright.

10/8/17: Bred with Madock.
11/7/17: Bred with Madock.
12/12/17: Bred with Madock.