Merideth may have once been a happy dragon, but you would not know so now. She hides her face in shame and prefers the shadows of her den, resting only with her vicious companion, a Noggle more fearsome than most. The reclusive pair strike out at any who come too close. Only those new to the Clan would dare come into her lair, or skirt the outsides of the bone-strewn hole that was her den. The older members knew better than to glance in that direction. They avoided the area at all costs, and the dragon residing inside avoided them.

The only time Merideth is seen outside her lair is when she follows Leviathan. It is then that she spreads her holey wings into the air.. They are useless, degraded and malformed. They twist at awkward angles from her back, heavy with gaping holes and torn membrane. The sensitive skin oozes blood from time to time, and no ointment can completely take away her pain. Perhaps this is why she has such a terrible attitude.

Leviathan is her only acquaintance. Some say it was he who damaged her wings in the first place, but the Necromancer weekly attempts to heal the wounds in hopes that one day she will return to flight. So far it has been but an empty dream, for the Wildclaw can not so much as hover or leap. She can not even take a running start, due to the lecherous thing meandering about her back. The claw oozes and seeps her own lifeblood, draining the energy and conscience from her. Soon, it is speculated, she will not be a dragon at all, but a mindless, ravenous beast..Much like an Emperor.

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