Bellas

A cruel eye glances over one head to another. A scowl tugs on her old lips, a snarl on the tips of her tongue. She looks one way and watches a young Skydancer perform simple tricks for children. Fuchsia eyes dart the other direction, watching two Mirrors doze in the sun. The rumble in her throat grows into a harsh growl.

There was no order. None whatsoever. What was the point calling this a home when all anyone did was laze around. The female would not have it. Picking herself up, Bellas headed for their Fae leader's quarters, ready to propose order.

When Bellas joined this group of dragons, the group hadn't been more than thirty members. She had seen it as an escape from her previous den, but the addition of new members sent the lair into chaos. After months of watching their supplies decline and other dragons slack off, Bellas decided she had seen enough.

Angered and possibly tired, Bellas opposed the den's leader, Ziraura, and brought up the problems she had been noting since she had arrived. Ziraura listened carefully, her face set emotionless while Bellas ranted of every mild thing. As soon as Bellas had finished, Ziraura agreed to her words and offered Bellas a second-in-command-esque position. Bellas accepted it immediately.

Many of the dragons do not appreciate Bellas' strict rules and they are quite vocal of the matter. Bellas only ignores them, certain that she is building a stronger, more effective clan with every rule and restriction.