Riot

Riot, beloved son of Liev, assured his father that he would find the nameless clan in Nature flight and settle in as the official ambassador where his esteemed grandmother stayed for so long. Arriving in the marketplace, Riot sent word out that he searched for the nameless clan that lived in the heart of the Worldedge Wetlands, then waited patiently for the representative to come to him.

A week later, Riot was counting the last of his coin and wondering how long it would keep him fed.

"Ahem," a soft voice tried for his attention. He looked up, then down at the red and black Tundra before him.

"Yes, commoner. Can I help you?" Riot asked the Tundra with a benevolent smile.

Chaos chuckled and countered with, "I believe I am here to help you. I've come to collect you and bring you to the clan." Then he followed Riot to his rented room and waited while the new ambassador collected his many things and scooped up four large bags, overstuffed and heavy. Chaos humored Riot and accepted a single bag to carry, but refused the other three, which earned a sour look from the orange beauty who glowed beside him. Then, they took to the air and flew to Riot's new home.

The home that chaos promised the entirety of the Fire flight that they would never allow Riot to leave from. After all, he had caused quite enough trouble!

When they landed, Chaos led Riot to a tidy cabin built on a dry island in the swamp, and Riot settled into his new home nicely.

Several months into his tenure as the official ambassador to the nameless clan, Skuttles was hired to wrangle the chaotic Riot. His assistant is most capable and has kept Riot from getting into severe trouble, although the harried Skydancer has yet to curb Riot's randy nature.

The clan's move to Earth flight was difficult for Riot, as he had to pack up his many beloved items quickly. Since every dragon was limited to bringing only what they could carry, he spent hours upon hours fretting over the priceless items he'd be leaving behind, and would probably still be standing in the abandoned lands to this day if Scuttles, his very capable assistant, hadn't physically shoved him out the door and dragged him away.

Through the years, Scuttles has lost track of the broken hearts Riot has left behind with his many trysts outside the clan. Of course they are dalliances with females from other clans, as the ones in the nameless clan carefully keep their respectful distance from the arrogant dragon who errantly claims to be the clan's ambassador.

The night Wasteland changed his body to match his selfish soul, he hid in his house and refused to be seen. As the days passed and even Skuttles couldn't convince him to come outside, his clanmates gathered to find a way to make him feel accepted. As the masses milled around nearby, he grew terrified at the thought of his friends seeing his new grotesqueness. So, swearing none would ever see his deformed body, he snuck out a window and hid in the nearby caverns until nightfall, when he flew away.

Skuttles now lives in his abandoned house and takes care of the plants along the walkway. No one really misses Riot, but they do feel badly about the retribution that fell upon him.