Rowan

Found lost, hungry, and disoriented after being separated from his family, the hatchling was taken in by the leader of a small band of rouges.

He didn’t know what to think as he was being carried by the scruff of his neck by a huge Gaoler he had never seen. His mind was in a panic and his heart threatened to burst from his chest. Who was this dragon? How did he get to the plains? Where was he being taken? Where did his family go? Were they safe? Despite the warmth of the other Gaoler, he felt an intense cold creep into his bones. The thought of some unknown tragedy befalling his family made him want to cry.

The minutes that passed felt like hours. After what felt like a century, the hatchling was brought to a camp. Other dragons huddled around a small fire. One seemed to be telling stories. The Gaoler carrying him nods in acknowledgment to the group before ducking into a cozy little cave. It was a simple place with almost no decoration. He was placed in a large nest lined with soft feathers and fur.

“Don’t fret, little one. You will be taken care of here.” Says the towering dragon. “You will grow and prosper and become a proper dragon. No vultures will pick your bones tonight.”

It was an odd way to say ‘you’ll be safe here’ but he was strangely comforted by it.

“What’s your name, little one?” The dragon curls her bushy tail around him. He turns his gaze up to her for the first time. His tiny ears twitch as he wracks his mind for an answer. His name? He couldn’t even remember...

“I...I don’t...” He croaks. His throat was dry as a desert.

“You don’t remember? Not to worry. I will provide you with a new name.” The female’s large red eyes narrow in thought. “Rowan.” She says after a moment. “That will be your new name.”

“R-Rowan...” The hatchling tries out the name for himself. He repeats it like an echo until he was satisfied. Yes, he decided, Rowan was a fine new name.

Role in the clan:
Showing talent in his play fights with the other hatchlings, he would grow into a strong warrior. Trained by Riot herself, his skills were honed and sharpened until he was able to defend the clan against outside threats. His strength is used for the good of the clan and nothing more. He knows his place and is dedicated to protecting the members of his clan. They are his family and he would do anything for them.

Misc info:
-His best friends are Nyx and Dahlia. He considers Dahlia as more of an adoptive sister. He’s become the leader of the trio and he doesn’t know how. They follow him around and usually look to him to see what they do first.

-He’s very relaxed and laid back. He doesn’t let little things bother him and he uses every experience as a lesson to learn and grow.

-He’s very good with hatchlings and will often be found in Tigris’ Sanctuary playing with them. Despite Riot’s warning to not trespass, he always finds a way to sneak out. Tigris knows and finds it to be endearing. When asked if he would like hatchlings for himself, he answers with an enthusiastic yes.

-He likes to collect feathers and will bring some home every time he goes out with Nyx and Dahlia. They get stuck to his coat which he finds convenient for carrying them back to camp.

-He loves to watch the sunset with Riot. As they sit and watch, they talk about their day. They share their struggles and frustrations with each other. The colors of the setting sun calm them down and they always manage a laugh by the end of the night. In these moments, Rowan feels most at home.