Full name: Valorous Earthshatter (Latin for wraith)
Personality: cold, hard, leader, does what is best.


She is the founder and leader of Expulsi, a clan of Banescales outcast from their original clans. They're a small group, but they get along like books on a bookshelf.

She was originally from a large family. They were all so kind, so caring, and she was left out for her indifference. Her siblings scorned her, her parents tried everything they could to change her personality, but nothing could change her. As soon as she was old enough to look after herself she was kicked from her home, out into the plains. For days she wandered, hungry, cold, lonely, until she found a pack of Hounds. They warily looked after her from a distance; they had learnt their lesson with dealing with dragons. One young pup, however, came right over to her everyday, playing with her.

They soon left to wander further afield, such is when they met another outcast Banescale, Basalysk, and the Expulsi was formed.


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This stunning poem is by RubyDragonryder. Thank you so very much!!

A Tale of Light and Hope: The Earthshatterer

Where there is light, there will always be darkness.
Shadows, as such, will always be marked as.
Sometimes by self, but often by another.
And then the light the night will often try to smother.

For example, in a home of love and caring,
One hatchling was not quite so sharing.
Where the others were light and airy,
She looked downright scary!

No matter what her parents did,
Her cold demeanor would not be hid.
So one night, as she slept,
They made a promise that would soon be kept:
If she did not change by her coming of age,
She’d be erased from the page.
No longer on their family tree,
A true unseen phantom she would be.

Eight summers, she was given
Before out of the nest she was driven.
Heart full of malice and mind of revenge,
She swore she would never see them again.

As she stumbled through the Scarred Wasteland,
Finally sank into her heart the situation at hand.
In a foreign land with no where to go,
Where she would head, she didn’t know.
As her rage slowly ebbed away into despair,
Her heart began to quicken with fear.
Her fate, her life, oh, what would become
Of a dragoness without the will to overcome?

It took her three days to find a passable shelter
In this land so hot it would pass for a smelter.
Inside, she slumped on the ground and let out a whimper,
And—she’ll deny it if you ask—yes, there were tears, but only a glimmer.
A hatchling out in the world all alone,
No family, no clan, not a den to call home.
For hours and hours on end did she cry
Until it had seemed all her tears had finally run dry.

So she laid in the hollow, giving only the occasional sob,
And only moved when the sounds of nature outside did stop.
She lifted her head and looked around,
At first, there was nothing to be found.
But as she looked closer, she realized
That deep in the underbrush there were several pairs of big black eyes.
They slowly approached, revealing plague-filled hounds
That watched her warily, bodies low to the ground.

Time passed: they slowly warmed up her, and in over a week,
A little pup, Ossium, approached her, quiet and meek.
In them, she found a new family, and now she is queen
Of a new clan, the Expulsi, the lost-now-free.

Once an outcast, a "monster," a homeless lost soul.
Now, through her own claws, she's built herself a new role:
The wraith, the alpha, the shatterer of earth,
The daughter of hounds, a symbol of self-worth.

So remember that when you call something evil and dark,
In doing so, you might just miss your mark.
For the difference between shadow and light, wrong and right,
Is always more grey than black and white.