Dolor

"Good morning Dolor, have you rested this evening?" The quiet voice belonged to Sindarin, a quiet and calm Tundra. Dolor said nothing to the Tundra, just continued to look out towards the Cloudscrape Crags that a dragon could just barely make out in the distance thanks to standing upon Cinder Hill.

"I figured as much." The Tundra was never put out by the fact that Dolor just didn't talk that much. He sat with the dragon and told him of the Clan that had popped up around him. Cinder Hill had one of the best views of the Southern Icefield in all of the Ashfall Waste but due to the view, many wanted to live here. It was a tight knit community and one Dolor had watched rise up around him.

He wished he could speak properly with the Tundra at times, but the Tundra would never understand him or what he had been through as a Sentry. He had once stood with a line of Sentries, made to forever watch along the borderline to protect the rest of Sornieth against the ancient horrors imprisoned by the Icewarden. Once he had stood with an army of dragons at his side and one by one, they had dwindled away until he stood alone.

Sindarin was kind, quiet in his own way and would often sit with him for hours, just watching the waters with him. If it wasn't for how small the Tundra was when sitting next to his own bulk, he could almost imagine that he was not alone for once.

Often, the Tundra would have to leave, called away by a red Wildclaw, Theiler. Dolor could almost recall one of his kind, brash and commanding that gave the commands to the others of their unit. How that dragon would keep everyone in line and everything running smoothly.

He had seen all of the dragons in this Clan that had sprouted up around him, moved in one stormy day when he'd been fretting over a possible break out across Blacksand Bay. There was the leader of the Clan, an overly curious and friendly dragon that invited others to join for a short while and took in so many hatchlings it was staggering for Dolor. The hatchlings were often fearless and would bounce right up Dolor's back to sit on his head or shoulders to watch the sunrise or sunset with him....

How the dragons of the Clan put up with it, he'd never know.

After Theiler called, Sindarin would leave with the promise he would return to his side. It was soothing to know he wasn't alone for the moment, at least shoulder to shoulder with good company.

One day, after months of sitting in his spot, watching carefully, taking very few breaks, he saw it. A slim creature of Shade flicking over the waters, streaking towards them. The creature had broken out and Dolor could see the red dripping from the beast... it had taken out other Gaoler Dragons to make it's escape. He could see a pair of Seeker's hot on the beast's trail and for a moment, his heart was in his throat. The two were almost upon it, a pair of pale blue and white Gaoler's suddenly turned dark red as a wing was torn from one and the other lost his leg.

Both crashed down to the waves while their fur turned dark red. Dolor knew it was his turn, he would not let the creature pass. For a moment his claws sank into the ground, taking hold in the rich, black soil before he charged forward. If he leaped from the hillside at the right moment, he would land on the creature and he would be able to do serious damage to it.

However, as he charged, he found he was not alone.

The dragons that had sprung up around him, fought at his side. The two wildclaws, Theiler and Celyn jumped at the beast, sinking their largest claw on each foot into the beast as they got a firm hold. Then, their jaws set to work. They snapped flesh and magic off the beast with surprising accuracy.

Dolor jumped, latching onto the beast when he felt a wing from each wildclaw tuck against the small of his back, supporting him as he tore and thrashed the beast with all of his bulk and muscle. What he did not expect to see what Sindarin, atop the beast's shoulder to deal the killing blow.

The beast fell from the skies and both wildclaws helped get Dolor back to the ground when he saw coming out of the sea - the two coatl's of the Clan both dragging a set of vines that were attached to a log and on those logs? The two seeker dragons being steaded by the two Pearlcatcher's.

A low, proud rumble filled Dolor's chest. He was surrounded by a new Sentinel Band - one that supported one another. He could manage the hatchlings annoyances if to fight alongside these dragons once again.