《 The Wicked 》 Rosyln main theme: The Story Of Mordred - Daniel Pemberton Fearsome and unpredictable, Roslyn is a challenge to have within the clan and is barely tolerated. If it were not for her superior fishing skills she would have been exiled long ago. Though as their clan is very large and have very many mouths to feed that particular diet specializing majorly in seafood, it would be a blow to the clan. All steer clear of her as much as possible. If it weren't for Witchhunt and Flyboy's authority which respect she has for them is only due to their acceptance of her into their lair in the first place.

---

Her tyrannical behavior got her thrown out of her previous lair. She survived on her own at a very young age, refining her hunting/fishing skills. Moving through territories she made her way to the Southern Icefields. Flyboy spotted the young dragon alone and wandering and asked if she was doing alright. She told him to beat it, that she knew what she was doing.

Time passed and Roslyn grew familiar and welcomed Flyboy's company-- though she made sure not to show it. One day, when he felt she was more open to it, he introduced her to Witchhunt. Roslyn, rude as ever, made some snotty comments at Witchhunt which was met with Silence. This was unfamiliar to the young dragon. She didn't know what to do with that.

Witchhunt picked the young dragon up in her jaws and turned to take her to their lair. Roslyn was taken off guard and simply went with it, the respect she involuntarily gave so immediately to Witchhunt was jarring. She wasn't sure what to feel.

She was placed into the center of their lair where she was greeted by the dragons in it. She grumbled and sneered at them. Flyboy told her she could stay for as long as she would like, but insisted for her to do her best to behave.
As if to test these words, she immediately swung her talons at one of the younger dragons who got too close-- to which Witchhunt's large hand came down in front of. Roslyn's claws streaked Witchhunt's hand, though not drawing blood, shown some visible marking. Roslyn withdrew immediately and warily looked up at the matriarch. Her eyes pierced threateningly through Roslyn so fiercely she felt almost as if she was struck and shrunk down in response. She had never felt so small. In the quietest voice Roslyn spoke, looking away. "Sorry.."

She slunk off to a corner where she felt out of the way of Witchhunt's gaze. The matriarch and Flyboy gave each other a weary look, they knew in that moment they took on quite the problem child. They asked Cutlass to keep an eye on her, much to Cutlass's dismay. The two became bitter rivals and Ros grew a particular grudge against Cutlass for her superior role and feeling looked down on by her.

---