Persephone

Persephone found her way to the clan, miraculously, as a hatchling but a few days old. Her tangerine wings and bright disposition had been more than enough for her parents. They were an unusual pair of Shadow flight Coatls, who were undaunted by the Tangled Wood. Even when they laid eyes upon tiny Persphone's drab, gray feathers, they never dreamed of sending her away from the nest for silly old superstitions. She was very loved. One day, her sunnier siblings dared her to set foot from the nest and in a show of bravery unheard of in a runt, she went all the way past the treeline of their nesting grounds. Her siblings clamored and squeaked, hums and hisses slipping from their mouths in a quiet cacophony she ignored. Without care, the little Coatl scurried back and forth, until one step too far saw her spilled down the steep embankment, into the river.

Alone, and scared, and in a great amount of pain, Persephone was swept downstream.

She'd heard tale of the goddess since the day she opened her eyes. The Shadowbinder would help her get home. Weary, and injured, hungry and cold, the little Coatl washed ashore, lost in the thick, low hanging darkness. Through the thicket, came a light.

A luminescent Fae found her there and in a great, monotone buzz the little Persephone couldn't understand, ushered her into the safety of Clan Mellori's lair, where the rest, became well written history. Now, well fed, safe, and happy, she thrives in her new home (even if she's somewhat sickly, still) and has even taken to stretching her newly repaired wings on clear nights when she has the energy, soaking in the light of the moon that rises high above the wood.