Convoy

Convoy showed up one day unannounced and unwelcome, skulking around the edges of the lair with a wicked glare and a snarl for those close enough to touch him. The dragon clinks lightly with each step, artificial long claws curled wickedly, ill-fitted against the floor. Shortly after his arrival, he dragged in a smaller dragon by the scruff, letting the limp mirror lay in the doorway. He watched hungrily as the lair’s doctor fixed up the little dragon, deep scarring and damage unable to be fixed by even her medicine alone. His roars of rage were heard to the edges of the territory when his prey disappeared one night, spirited away by some force he could not see. Ever since, the dark red eyes have haunted any newcomer, larger and closer to the dens than ever.

Prowl’s records on the ghast are slim, as the dragon disappears without a trace when confronted, especially by the larger lair guards. Though within the day, he is certain to be felt, ever staring, ever watching. Hungry.

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Lair Record, updated in this, the Fourth Age.

Name: “Convoy”
Purpose for arrival: Unknown
Threat level: Moderate, pending raise to High upon visible action.
Mate: None
Den designation: None
Lair role: None, pending actual introduction.
Assessment: Possibly hostile outsider, to be monitored. Any additional actions or communications to be relayed directly to Ultra Magnus.

-Prowl, Chief of Staff

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