Calliope

Background
A middle-aged Imperial, old by the standards of other breeds, pat the young Nocturne on the head as he helped roll up the scrolls. The Imperial was a poet and lyricist and loved Calliope dearly. For Calliope was a dragon borne of ink, the embodiment of his creations and his muse. Unfortunately, the Tangled Wood was not always the kindest place and not everyone loved his Imperial master as readily as Calliope did. One day, using the shroud of darkness and clap of thunder to hide themselves, a pack of dragons slunk into their den and murdered Calliope's master. Frightened and trembling, he hid under his master's worn desk and, when the opportunity presented itself, he fled. It was hard to fly and breathe when crying. He kept thinking about how he should've stayed, how he'd promised to stay forever, to never leave, that they would be together always. . . He flew for the rest of the night with tears blurring his sight.

Personality & Relations
Calliope did not speak for four months after he was found by Shijie and joined the clan and it was a right awful conundrum trying to figure out what to do with him. Virgo had a new hatchling taking up her time, Tsunami and Navara had far too much to do, Abutilon didn't do kids outside of his own, the entire Coven was completely unreliable, Valin and Boamal weren't ready for kids, and of course the Mystics were completely out of the question. The thought on everyone's mind was whether or not to trust him to Maulum's Den. They were good dragons but were they hatchling-raising good dragons? Eventually the Mystics determined that Maulum's place was the lesser of many evils and requested Maulum take Calliope, which he of course did. It wasn't smooth sailing at first. Calliope didn't speak and some of the Nocts in the Den didn't approve of the new addition. Eventually, they all settled down and the quiet, creative dragonet was welcomed and gradually began talking again.