Receta

A Guardian's main purpose in life is to protect. That is all that matters to them to the point that when they are old enough to leave their birth clan they go on 'The Search' in order to find a Dragon, object or place that calls to them to defend. This was how it's been for ages upon ages, each generation following the natural born instinct.

This holds true to Receta, who left her birth clan when she was of age to begin The Search for the charge she would give her life to protect.

Unlike a lot of Dragons, Receta was born without any magical capabilities. Though what she lacks in magic she more than makes up in sheer strength and determination. Though her clan did not wish to see her off without some sort of protection, for no one wishes for a Guardian to die in the wilderness before finding what it is she is destined to guard.

So the mages of her clan, with the help of a traveling Bogsneak who had left his clan due to his eccentric behavior with machines, created the magical power packs the would recharge in time.

There was something that drew the stoic Receta to the Bogsneak, but before she could get a better feel for him he was gone just as quickly as he had appeared, stating this was not the place where his 'genius' could be appreciated. The Guardian was not quite sure what he meant, but she had her own future to set course for. Once she had gathered some supplies for the road and bid her clan a simple nod goodbye, the young Guardian set out onto the road. She didn't know what would call out to her to protect, but like her mother before her who had guarded her father before she passed, Receta would find her place and only then would other Guardian's recognize her as an adult, until then she was only just a hatchling playing pretend at being an adult.

Receta is a Dragon of very few words, to be precise she does not talk unless she deems it absolutely necessary to voice her opinion. Most of the time she simply stands off quietly, watching the world before her unfold with everyone's day to day lives.

While traveling she came across a caravan of Fae being attacked while traveling through the Scarred Wasteland. They were not her charges, she felt no drive to protect them but there were young among the caravan and she could not turn a blind eye to it and sprung into the fray and fought off the attacking Mirror Dragons.

They offered to let her travel with them, to which Receta politely declined, and in exchanged was given the small, star horn decoration as thanks from a young juvenile who had been terrified. Not wishing to appear rude for declining the gift, the Guardian allowed her to attach it to her horn and the hood she wore. It was perhaps the only bit of 'flare' that the Guardian would allow, finding the power packs she had to carry enough of an distraction at times.

Bidding the caravan farewell, she continued on her way without hesitation or a shake in her resolve. Receta knew that she could spend years Searching, there were tales of some Guardian's never reaching the end of their journey and dying without a charge. Although this thought was one of the few things that frightened her, Receta would assure herself that she would find her own charge, the world was too vast for something not to call out to her at some point. This thought encouraged her to keep going even when there were times that she would begin to grow disheartened and although she would not outwardly show that, she still felt the emotion and would force it from her mind, less it distract her from The Search and keep her from finding a charge.

Though Receta was beginning to gain a bit of notoriety to herself, as she would often come to the aide of travelers being attacked by bandits, thugs and others that simply wish to make a profit off those who could not defend themselves.

She swoops in, mostly with physical attacks as she uses the magic contained in the power packs sparingly as she is better trained with one on one combat and it's just quicker than trying to use the complicated lever that activates the packs.

She then leaves without even a word, mostly because she doesn't want Dragons that do not speak to her as a charge trying to give her things, though she has grown to appreciate her horn decoration as it makes her feel like she is on the right course of action, that if she continues intervening on behalf of those who can not defend themselves that she might stumble upon her charge and then her Search would be over.

Though over the months her journey was beginning to grow weary on her, and even her constant reminding herself that she was on the right path and was close was beginning to become harder to muster up. She had intervened in so many attacks, had helped countless Dragons yet none of them were the charge she seeks. Worry began to settle into her heart that maybe she wasn't going to find her charge.

Eventually she found herself in the cold expanse of the Southern Icefield. This would be the last place she would search before finally allowing herself to give up. While trudging through the thick banks of snow, she was greeted by the sound of an explosion and she quickly moved to check out what could have made that sound. What she found was the snow blown away from a spot as a pile of, machine parts it appeared, were smoking and smoldering as a Bogsneak wearing a aviator's cap was coughing and waving away the smoke. It was the Bogsneak that had made the power packs she was wearing! It was upon seeing him that she felt the urge her mother had told her she would feel, the urge to protect and to stand by his side.

Her initial approach was met with distrust and weariness, to which Receta simply bowed her head low and swore her allegiance to him. This was the Dragon she would guard, the Dragon she would lay her life down on the line for. He recognized her, or more precisely the outfit she was wearing, and began to laugh about how they had met once more.

He introduced himself as Furic, and Receta helped him carry the remains of his invention, some kind of patrolling robot, back to the clan den.

They really didn't have much of a choice in about inviting her to the clan or not, she would not leave Furic's side until she passed. With that knowledge, she claimed a spot close to him and she remains by his side no matter where he goes.