Elidyr

Elidyr is known throughout the lair for his prowess in magic. If something is horribly broken beyond repair, he can fix it. If a fire has started, or the stores are flooding, he can stop it. If an enormous storm hits the Behemoth, he can divert it, or even cease it entirely. To the various magic-users in the clan, this is the sign of an experienced dragon with extreme power and intense control over it, earning him a high place in their ranks.

Elidyr himself finds this...sweet. That, at least, is what he believes the correct term to be. These beings are so different from the ones within his own plane, with new words, new emotions...new troubles, new pain, and those that caused them. He liked to think himself kind. He had certainly been called as such by those who heralded him as God within his home plane. He did his best here.

Those who threaten the Glade, the peace within the territory, or those clans that the Glade call allies are oft met with swift, but miserable ends, often a reflection of the harm they attempted to do upon others. Those who earn his blessing often find themselves with a stronger heart and a clearer mind, giving them the power to fight through what they must and see through what they can't.

Elidyr has considered revealing himself to those he now calls friends and family, but has decided against it, for now; adapting himself into such an odd body had been difficult to say the least, and shedding it now would be quite difficult. Some in the clan seem to be slightly suspicious of who he claims to be, though they bear him no ill will; they simply wish to know who he is. There is one who seems to understand that he is not a being in the same way that they are. The odd Fae who scurries among the creatures in the dark has recognized him as an Other, but not as a Threat. Elidyr appreciates his silence on the matter, and in turn hols his tongue as to the true identity of the little Fae.