Blazestriker

Beastclan Hunter

An aberration of a Banecale, spawned from when the life giving Fire freed those sealed.
The shackles and chains of gold are mostly decoration, but also a reminder.
She would not be the one imprisoned.

Having flown far across the world as the ancestors songs decried, she happened upon a lairs nesting grounds in Mirrorlight Promenade, for some reason unattended at the time. Except for tiny furred things... that seemed frantically intent on pulling eggs from the nests. He blood boiling at the memory of her being robbed of her own family, she razed every last trace of them, and has had a vendetta ever since.

Half-recruited by Theory in her amazement at both her bizarre appearance(for at the time, they had only just heard of Banescales) and how effective of a hunter she was.

"Half-recruited" because she only stays in the lair only a few days at a time, and while she does a very thorough job, it isn't exactly always what they ask her to do.

Some more open minded dragons have tried to reason that such acts would only incite more aggressive behavior with the Beastclans, but such suggestions are nearly always met with violence.

Her hatred burns deep and incessant.

The scurrying things. The beasts. The cowards think that she does not see them.
That they take our eggs. That they think they can run.

Beasts of the ground, beasts of the Ice.
They'll steal your family, ruin your life.
Burn them. BURN THEM ALL

(Notably has to be kept away from Practice, and just the pure existence of The Bonecaller in the area sends her into a rage. After the amount of damage inflicted from the first incident of such, the creature was ordered to keep away from Blazestriker.)

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Fifteen birds in five fir trees,
their feathers were fanned in a fiery breeze!
what funny little birds, they had no wings!
Oh what shall we do with the funny little things?
Roast 'em alive, or stew them in a pot;
fry them, boil them and eat them hot?

Burn, burn tree and fern!
Shrivel and scorch! A fizzling torch
To light the night for our delight,
Ya hey!

Bake and toast 'em, fry and roast ’em!
till furs blaze, and eyes glaze;
till hair smells and skins crack,
fat melts, and bones black
in cinders lie
beneath the sky!
So beasts shall die,
and light the night for our delight,
Ya hey!
Ya-harri-hey!
Ya hoy!

Sort of a Fandragon? Fandragon of a song?
Source: The Hobbit: Minor edit to not be about dwarves. XD