Phantom

An alliance between two clans is best served with a housewarming gift, and what better gift to give someone than a dragon? This was made quickly apparent as Phantom found himself on the other end of the world, varying tones of dark shadow turning into soft, vibrant pinks. The air crackled around him as he flew, rapping his claws against the luminescent glass of his precious pearl as the ground below him turned from luscious pastel purple and blue trees to raging waters of the sea below.

Crystalspine Reaches stood as impressive as ever, tapered and jagged crystals extending toward the observatory like claws reaching toward something they could never hope to hold. He wasn't here for that though, gliding past the brilliant golden eyesore as he dives deep into the jagged rocks below. The sea mist sprayed heavily in his face as he turns from left to right, curling around the massive and impressive crystals before slowing his flying into gentle gliding.

In all of his long, tumultuous lifetime, Phantom couldn’t recall ever having the pleasure of venturing into this wasteland of broken and wild magic. He was happy residing in the lowlands of Wispwillow Grove, with the clan he identified with the longest. But, oh well. Things change, he supposed.


From the moment that Phantom stepped into Her den, the Matriarch’s presence was enough to bow his head down far enough to touch the floor. She knowledged him with her own downturned snout, a courteous smile curling on her own lips. The Curator and her Mate showed him around what they considered their den: a scratched-out hovel barely considered homey to a mere passerby. However, Phantom found himself oddly satisfied. There was potential here to make this humble cavern a home.

At the time he had entered, there was only the main entrance and the main chamber. However, with his input and a bit of elbow grease, the den expanded into what can now be considered a nice home to come back to. More rooms to expand, a nursery, and a more roomy entrance. Fit for two Guardians and their slowly growing clan. Sure, there would need to be more ideas for expansion later on, but Phantom was fine with the way things are now.

Respect grew for the Matriarch and her small clan, so the Pearlcatcher found himself more willing to stay than ever. Loyalty lies in his actions, happy to serve The Curator on part of their two clan alliances.