Odin

Odin wasn't the sort to take things lightly.
He really couldn't be blamed, of course.
The imperial's old clan had been disbanded after a Beastclan attack left them floundering and desperate for leadership.
The old clan leader had been killed, and without anyone to lead the rag-tag group of dragons, they soon fell apart.
Odin was forced to lead them, the last few sane survivors.
Cosmos, Mist, Fallstar, and Firebird.
The stragglers wandered from clan to clan, but they were turned away, with apologetic smiles and satchels of food.
Odin tried to make the supplies last, eating as little as he could, and sometimes skipping meals entirely, so that the rest could get some more.
He didn't know that Cosmos was following his lead, trying to spread out the supplies and surreptitiously sneaking a few morsels of food on Odin's plate when the older imperial wasn't looking.
Odin wasn't aware of the awe and reverence the others treated him with, but that just made him a better leader.
Mist would not last long without enough to eat, being as hyperactive as she was.
It kept her from starving for a few days, of course, but without the protection of a proper clan, the survivors would not last long.
(And another few dragon skeletons wouldn't make much of a difference)
They found refuge eventually, and it was in a place that not even Odin expected.
The Abiding Boneyard didn’t seem like the kind of place a dragon would find kindness and shelter in, but there it was.
The Mochizuki clan had welcomed them with open arms, the leader, Lunay, greeting each and every one of them personally.
Odin couldn't believe his luck.
The dragons that he had been taking care of for so long finally had a home.
No more pain-filled days and hungry nights, no more suffering.
As a sort of repayment, Odin devoted himself to the wellbeing of Lunay, the clan's leader.
He was one of the only few who could stand her temper sometimes, and was very patient.
Lunay was more threatening than she seemed.
A long time spent wandering the Scarred Wasteland could do that to dragons.
(Her pink eyes would twinkle with humour and sometimes with mischief. But get on her bad side, and it would gleam with a murderous rage. It wouldn't do to upset her. This, Odin knew very well)
He would give up his life in a blink of an eye if it meant saving his clan.
Especially Lunay.
He didn't think that he was very special, and he never thought much of himself.
The regal imperial did not know the respect he commanded from the rest of the clan.
Unknowingly, of course.
He was, in his own way, a knight.
Odin preferred to think of himself as a bodyguard.
Lunay did seem to need one though.
She was always on edge when reports came in that Arcane clans were moving closer to the Scarred Wasteland.
Someone needed to protect those dragons from her wrath, after all.
Odin had devoted his life to his duty.
And he was happy here.
Any dragon who dared to harm this clan would have to go through him