Terror

On the outside, Terror is a fierce and cold wildclaw with a knack for leading his fellow warriors into victory. With each new battle he comes back with a new wound- a new scar- a new piece of the battle field that will never leave him. Within his clan, he never shows his emotions, often appearing rather steel-like and cruel to those around him. However, behind that icey wall lies a tender heart that beats only for the well-being of his adoptive family. Only they know that his teeth do not mash against the bone of the enemy for his clan, but for his siblings, so they may live in peace.

Before he had met his adoptive siblings, he was born within the Wandering Contagion with his parents and two siblings. Whether it was from the harsh land they had been birthed or the gift of the plaguebringer, Terror was born with the eyes of a festering beast. His siblings feared him and his parents turned their head to disgust. He tried desperately to gain his family's affection to no avail. What could he do to make them love him? He caught food for them, he defended them from what he could and yet any time he spoke their face crinkled in a look of disdain. One day, the poor young wildclaw woke up to find them gone entirely. Where did they go, he couldn't tell. He was alone... though it felt no different from before. Now on his own, he decided to go forth and find some clan that might accept him. Surely there was clan out there?

It wasn't long until he had stumbled upon a young skydancer, also born to the plague flight. At first he paid her no mind for he was uninterested in needless battle. However, he froze when he heard a voice as sweet as honey call to him.

"Excuse me?"

He turned to the small dragon who had already approached him.

"You don't happen to know where I can find the Observatory, can you?"

Terror was taken aback at her friendly demeanor. "I'm afraid I don't know where much is,"he replied. The Skydancer frowned.

"Oh, I see... Well, thank you anyways." With that, she continued in the direction she was heading originally.

Terror stood there for a moment in a daze before swiftly shaking his head and following after her. "Wait a moment! Come back here!"

The dragonness turned, an annoyed glint in her eye. "I'm sorry, but I'm in quite a hurry. I must go to the Observatory." She began to walk again, but Terror rushed in front of her.

"But wait, why are you so calm?" he asked, "Why didn't you freak out at the site of me?"

She frowned. "Is there something frightful about you?"

He was at a lost of words. Was she blind? "My eyes? Don't they startle you?"

The skydancer paused. "My old clan was very big and I have seen many travelers. Their eyes do not affect their personalities." After a moment, she took a look around, "Speaking of clans, where is yours? Perphase they know where the Observatory is?"

Terror opened his maul, only to slowly close it again. It was still new and fresh; it hurt him too much to talk about at the moment. And yet, the skydancer seemed to pick up on this.

"...I think I understand," she said, "If that's the case, do you want to come with me? What's your name?"

Terror was in a state of overwhelming emotions. It took him all he had to finally bellow out, "Terror.... and yours?"

She smiled. "You can call me Jewel."

Ever since that moment, the two had a close bond. So much so, that eventually they often refer to each other as "brother" and "sister". They did eventually reach the Observatory where they currently had made their home. There they met Hallow, a stubborn but caring spiral that quickly became like an elder sister, despite Jewel being born first out of the three. Navin, the tiny, eternally youthful pearlcatcher also landed into their tiny family eventually. Though the other dragons took months to warm to Terror's unusual eyes, his adoptive siblings welcomed him with opened arms and for that, he was forever grateful. Each one of them shaped and formed a part of Terror that his biological family never did. He truly cared for each of them more than he would ever care for himself. For that reason and that reason alone he fights.

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