Ardor

Ardor was born into an Arcane clan, and ever since she was a small hatchling she has been filled with hate instead of love, mercilessness instead of pity, vanity instead of humility. For all of her Clans experiments and stargazing she thought them fools, and left as soon as she was able to. She was barely out of her hatchling form when she left in the middle of the night, leaving her Clan to panic in the morning when they discovered she was gone.

She set out for a Clan that would be like her, but she could not find one. Frustrated, she found a traveling Clan and decided that they would be good enough. While they were traveling she could even plant seeds of evil in dragons in other territories, leaving them to grow and flourish.

The incompetent clan welcomed her, for all they saw was a dragon that was virtually a hatchling that had only a bird as a companion. She could barely stand them, but alas, this was the best she could do. She would wait and work her way up to power, no matter how long it would take, she promised herself on her first night in their burrow that was located underground this time.

She took a mate, hoping to fit in more that was, and the poor dragon didn't even know what she was even really like. But Ardor was smart, very smart. And smart and evil do not make a good combination.