Biohazard

Biohazard hatched alone in the frozen wastes. In this harsh environment, she thrived.

At first she ate the crawling things, the humble things, the ones that wriggled in the snow dunes. She chewed the scant bark and bare sticks poking out of the permafrost. And she grew. And grew. And grew.

One day she knew she had to find her purpose. Her charge.

That purpose turned out to be a tiny dragon. Smaller than her than when she’d come out of the shell. It was Stark, then known as Avenger.

To keep her brilliant little fae safe, Biohazard created a home and a clan to protect him. She laid out and dug the lair that would become the home of her clan.

She became the First Mother.