Rancora

Gifted with the power of clairvoyance, Rancora lived day after day in distress, consumed with fretting over the pieces of unfortunate visions that plagued her. Such a power was often seen as a blessing, but to her it was naught but a burden. As a child she spent many a week in solitude, in fear of the misfortune that she knew was inevitable, hoping to escape fate itself by avoiding all harrowing situations.

As Rancora grew, so did the strength of her gift. Visions came more and more frequently, though the lack of clarity had remained unchanged. Her fear had turned to apathy, and from apathy, to anger. Days and nights went by, seeming to come and go with each breath. Decisively, she refused to be a victim to so-called fate any longer, and with unwavering resolve, took it upon herself to take a chance.

It was foolish to think one could avoid their fate, particularly when such imagery had pulsed in her mind for many, many moons. His fate and hers were undoubtedly intertwined. His face was burned into the deepest recesses of her memory.

He was much older than she, and far more intimidating that she had anticipated. Damor the Brutal stood atop the peaks of the Great Furnace, causing havoc amongst the fauna. His breath was wet, a complete contrast to the terrain. He spotted her, but the field advantage would not prove enough. He was approaching fast, that spire of a crested nose ready to pierce her directly. She had long anticipated this and dodged accordingly.

However, the battle didn't last long before she was pinned down atop the hot earth. His intent was perpetually clear by the crazed, smug grin on his maw. In that moment, she knew he was either going to drown her on the spot, or make her his.

Damor drew breath with a deep, baritone gurgle, the sound of waves piling in the back of his throat. He went to unleash his torrent upon Rancora. That would have been the end of her if it weren't for the efforts of a bystander, a lone Sunspot Clouddancer, who rushed him with a fierce body slam. Damor was stunned momentarily, giving Rancora enough time to turn the tables and blast him with a fiery surge, directly into his slacked mouth.

Damor immediately recoiled, choked, gagged, and spat, steam erupting from his lax jaw as he hit the barren ground with a heavy thud, motionless.

Within the month, Rancora spoke with the alphas of her clan about the incident, and requested leave. No longer afraid of the world and what future it held, the journey that awaited her was no longer daunting, especially with her new friend and familiar by her side, the Clouddancer that had saved her life, and inexplicably changed her fate.

Rancora takes residence with the Light Flight at present, giving reading for whosoever wishes, though she reminds them that such predictions are quite always subject to change.