Renaf

"I wish to hold your little hands, Newpris!~" _______________________________ THEMES: Pre-War | Post-War | Under Alcatraz's Influence

RENAF Ex-Medic; Proxy of the Unseen | Cunning | Easily Amused | Intimidating | crush: Newpris (Unreciprocated) | Pair Range An Imperial who was the only one of his clutch, he was raised for the most part by his parents until they were to depart for reasons unknown. Some say they left due to his father's wanderlust as a Wind dragon. Others say they left for a life of exaltation together. Regardless of where the two disappeared and why they had done so so early in Renaf's hatchlinghood, it had proved to be quite disturbing to the entire clan. Well, save for him. He seemed to be completely indifferent towards the absence of his parents' presence in his life. In fact, he was more emotionally invested in reading the multitudes of books his birth clan had than in what could've been a time full of love, learning, and joy. Eventually, this need to read made him pursue the role of become the clan's field medic, especially when said clan constantly waged war against their neighbors. With time and intense dedication, he would have become the most efficient medic his clan has ever seen. That is, if he didn't witness many a horror on the field. From nearly being mauled by diseased dragons to watching as an Emperor eradicated his entire clan, Renaf had experienced true, sanity-destroying fear. He felt a dreadful sense of helplessness upon attempting to recover his clanmates from the rubble of what was once their stone, fleshy home, only to find their utterly crushed remains laying lifeless at his paws. The resulting grief drove him over the edge and, in his bout of sheer torment and soul-crushing anguish, the Imperial fled for the Rotrock Rim. During his journey towards the towering landmark, however, Renaf came to the realization that in this world... It truly was a matter of killing, or being killed. His mind was so warped by his desperate need to survive that he was a completely changed dragon within mere days. By the time he arrived at the doorstep of then-called Clan Nomadbound (now Clan Rookery), he had slain any who dared to try and attack him, earning himself a few battle scars and wounds in the process. Though his unhinged, slightly bloodied grin, and overall disheveled look frightened Thesie, the asylum clan's First Matriarch, at first, she saw the value in having a field medic be a part of her ranks. He was then welcomed and allowed to join, albeit with an uneasy smile. Once within the clan, Renaf's attention was quickly caught by Newpris, the clan's messenger dragon... And he hasn't been able to pull it away from the little Skydancer ever since. There was just something so endearing about the way he tried to act so tough, when truly, he was a nervous little bundle of scales and feathers... Especially around the towering, sinister Imperial. Though Renaf is always respectful, and will back down and apologize when he sees he has made Newpris uncomfortable, his intense obsession is visible, but only around him. And little does the skittish Skydancer know that, time and time again, Renaf has been his crooked, gargantuan guardian angel. After all, there is a reason why he swears he almost always sees an Imperial in the far distance behind him... And why a series of fearful, pained howls come from its direction. _______________________________

The grinning Imperial, who towers over you with a devilish gleam in his piercing, crimson gaze, shrugs in a rather nonchalant way. He doesn't seem to be too preoccupied by the subject, but is greatly amused by the question itself. "It must have been because of me, no? Othervise, vhy would ze lovebirds of my birth clan leave vhen I was a little scamp? No one knows... And ze ones who do are long gone."

"You know, ve did have an oracle who hailed from Ze Sea of a Thousand Currents, back in zose days," Renaf leans his head down, so that he can pick at something in-between his pearly daggers for teeth. He then tsks at himself for the possibly rude gesture. "Apologies, vhere are my manners... Anywho, she disappeared shortly after zhey did, before ze Emperor zhat destroyed my birth clan could snap its maws around her neck. Perhaps she is still alive somvhere."

"And perhaps I now intend on finding out." He chuckles deeply, his tone dark and foreboding. He's quite the sinister, devious drake, isn't he.