Cataclyst hated his eyes. They reminded him of things he did not want to be reminded about. His parents settled in a water clan, but traveled around and had many hatchlings in different regions. And once he had been born, they just...left him. He lived there, someplace in the Tangled Wood, for years, avoiding hostile beasts and dragons, learning to hunt and survive. (He had some plague origins of course) Until, one day, he was chasing his prey, a small rabbit, through the weak evening sunlight, dipping through the trees. In the ache of the gnawing hunger that came with winter, he failed to notice the hunter's trap. The metal jaws snapped onto his left hind wing just after the hare tripped it and ripped into the soft membrane. He shrieked, as he had never learned to speak, twisting and thrashing, horrible noises pouring from his throat, any trace of prey long gone. Much time later, after the sun had waned and was rising again, and Cataclyst lay panting on the forest floor, the hunter came to check the trap, and found him.