Moss

Moss Silent Hunter After the death of their previous clan due to an ancient emperor, Lichen and Moss were left as the only survivors. They were hatched on the border of the ice floes, the only ice dragons in their old clan, outcasting them. Outside of the incident they had a rather uneventful childhood, growing up to young adults. Lichen and Moss traveled afar as a pair for the longest time before meeting another Wildclaw on the border of the Shrieking Wilds, his name being Canvas. The trio became fast friends, traveling around for around a year before finding themselves in the Ashfall Waste. Moss had always been more reserved than her brother, while Lichen was flamboyant and jovial. Moss was far more reserved and serious. Even in the clan Moss is closed off to all dragons but the other Wildclaws, she harbors a quiet flaming anger towards all Imperial dragons for their similar appearance to the emperor that slaughtered her parents.

The air had a frigid tang to it. Moss craned her head to the sky, taking in the pale light of the brewing storm. The clan gathered around her, on the border of Hewn City where they had been resting after the hell that was the Highland Scrub. It had been a long travel, they were nearly to the Grove past a grand valley. That was the last hurdle before finally they could settle down. Aurelia called out to the 12 or so Wildclaws settled near the base of the hill, her head was regal and she stood tall and proud. Moss rose to her feet, beckoning to Lichen and her mother, Lamar. "We will begin our decent into the valley now. Pack the supplies, gather the hatch-lings." Her voice was sharp and as rigid as stone. Moss glanced over to her mother.

"I have heard terrible tales come out of the valley." Her face was etched with concern. Her mother's face was rather unimpressed.

"Rubbish, you cant trust every story you hear at trader inns." Lamar outstretched a talon patting Moss on the head. "Everything will be alright. I Promise." I never forgot that warm smile.

The clan set out not soon after, the wind was torrential that day. The sun-struck grass of the Light realm gave off lively particles as they traveled, the little orbs gleaming to the sky.