Ark

Ark is your typical case of the first-generation dragon; born from a shadow egg to an utterly absent family, moved from his birth nest as soon as he could walk, traveled the lands before settling down. His story began in the Tangled Wood, where he hatched in an abandoned nest with no family to speak of. For the next week, he lived in fear of the dark, watching the shadows from his bramble nest and hoping he would survive. When he finally dared to exit his hovel, he almost immediately encountered a pack of mirrors that taunted and poked at him from afar. Not wanting to deal with them, Ark rushed from the Tangled Wood and began to stumble towards other lands, hoping to find sanctuary. He lost the trickster mirrors by the time he entered the Sunbeam Ruins, skirting the Sea of a Thousand Currents and entering the bone dry deserts of the Shifting Expanse. There, he settled with a nomadic tribe and caught his breath, exploring some of the local trades beginning with bookmaking. Though not a scribe or writer, Ark was skilled with his paws and spent many long hours in his hovel cutting, coloring, burnishing, and binding leather book covers. He worked alongside a small, nameless fae from time to time, hunting through the desert for materials to use. Often, the pair would be out for a week to gather supplies before delving into their work for another week. On one of these trips, Ark discovered a veritable gold mine of geodes, immediately taking to the stones with utter fascination. As he moved away from production and into research, his fae friend suggested he move into a more research-oriented clan. With that in mind, Ark packed his few things and left, eventually stumbling upon the Galestorm Flyers and settling in their home. In the stone rich lair, Ark now spends his days researching the properties and uses of the rocks around him, feeling much more content in his life than with his days as a bookmaker.