Zhane

Zhane ~ Dancer
To Zhane, music was a source of life. He felt music like the pulse of his heart. Ever present, always constant, thrumming through his veins. There was music in everything from the whistle of the wind to the calls of the wild. It simply seemed that Zhane's job was to find rhythm in the beat. He'd often caught himself wondering if he'd come from a lineage of dancers, given how naturally dancing came to him. Unfortunately, it wasn't a question that anybody could answer. Zhane had hatched from a rescued egg found in a ruined nest. What had happened to the clan or his parents, nobody knew. A wandering traveler had picked him up and brought him back to the Gale Rain Clan and raised him as a member of the clan. Ever since then, he'd happily resided on the turtle-shaped island, pursuing his career in dancing with the utmost vigor. If anybody asked him how he stayed so dedicated, Zhane would tell them it's his lifeblood - it's what keeps him going. Dancing was his number one passion, second to none.

When old enough to understand enough of the craft to use it effectively, Breeze had taken him in and introduced him to the coatl's performance group. A gaggle of people with various talents ranging from stage performance to lighting and sound manipulation. Here, his talent flourished under the stage lights and Breeze's guidance. Zhane was fueled on the praise of the audience. 'His movements flow like water! That dance was absolutely hypnotic!' When he wasn't putting on a show for his clanmates it was easy to guess where the tundra would be. Most time not on the stage or in his den was spent training, pouring hours of sweat into improvement. If anybody could go higher, it was Zhane.