Steel

Steel is, for lack of a better word, very forgetful. She constantly forgets the names and faces of dragons she just met, often confusing them with names they have never heard of. What can she say, it's hard to remember the little things when you have a lifespan that goes as far back as the end of the Third Age. Steel isn't sure why she has lived so long, and she honestly doesn't care, she's quite fine with being accepted into clan after clan with open talons, sometimes being exalted by these clans, only to be sent back after many years of fighting by the 11 Deities, usually the Flamecaller, who knows the Coatl quite well by now. The only thing that Steel can say she remembers with 100% certainty, is that darned dragon that shows up every lifespan. The dragon with a different form but talks the same each time, with the red runes along his sides that spell death and destruction, he always had the same name, Flint. Steel has to know why he is everywhere, has to know why he keeps coming back, and in Nightstrike's clan, shes found him again, but doesn't quite know how to talk to him.

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