Libulan

"Haaaaaaate..."

Trusts none, says little. The epitome of cold fury, Libulan is a dragon of few words and even fewer mercies. He has been entrusted with the duty of training the young specimens until they are strong enough to join the Stormcatcher's army. While he is the only clan hunter skilled enough to fight alone in the Kelp beds, even he grudgingly acknowledges (when he can be bothered to speak at all) that it is the most unforgiving and thankless of tasks. A single mistake, an inopportune dodge from the enemy, and he must retreat to begin his meditations all over again. For those who hunt with him, it is doubly dangerous, as he cares absolutely nothing for what happens to the ones in his charge. Either keep up with him and live, or don't and get destroyed; it makes no difference to him. The only thing he cannot abide are those who get in his way. It is said that his shrieks of battle rage at impudent dragons and local wildlife alike have caused more than one minor tsunami, something that the denizens of the Fishspine Reef find both annoying and regrettable.