Inkr

~ Inkr ~
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Leadership // Loyalty // Modesty

After the death of his mother, and later, his father, the successor of the apocolyptic Clan carries his name throughout the Driftwood Drag, Inkr.

The young Wildclaw searched the high lands, determined to increase the power of his Clan. Inkr's expanding lair was flourishing, and his gloominess subsided; he had been depressed after friends and family left him on his own due to the former leader's death. They had no hope in him to lead the dragons.

"I'll show them. I can build a Clan- better than my own father's."

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The few trustworthy dragons of the clan trailed behind Inkr with the same ambition as their new leader. Each dragon followed one another proudly and equally, with differing characteristics that fit together into a puzzle.

The day wore on, revealing stars sprawled across the sky as the sun drained below the horizon, splashing colour into the sky.

"We'll camp here for tonight, and continue searching for more members in the morning," Inkr declared to the half a dozen dragons behind him.

That night, Inkr had trouble sleeping. He was constantly questioning himself, am I really not good enough? Can I keep these dragons protected and alive? Can I follow my father's footsteps?
A menacing chase broke through Inkr's thoughts. Crashing and the splitting of branches in the Tangled Wood caused a chaos. The dragons perked up from their slumber, looking in all directions to find the source of this madness.

A glorious Coatl emerged into the camp, panting heavily.

The Coatl looked into the faces of the dragons beyond her, pleading with her eyes for help. Suddenly, a Guardian appeared in view, raging fury flickering in his eyes.

It was Inkr's job to protect his clan, especially this helpless Coatl. He ushered the female into the crowd of curious dragons, and demanded they keep her hidden and safe. The Wildclaw stepped through the forest to negotiate with the tempered Guardian.

"What is your business here?" He caught the Guardian's eye.

"I have no business with you. Where's the Coatl?!"

Inkr sighed, "You are in my temporary territory, and you awoke my entire clan. Please do not disturb us."

These small words stopped the Guardian in his tracks. He then nodded to the leader and left, unaware of the Coatl's presence amid the group of huddled dragons.

The Coatl gasped, "Thank you- thank you!"

Inkr smiled and asked for her name; Kasua, she told him. The Wildclaw humbly requested Kasua to join their clan, and she willingly accepted.