Rotwing

Born in an ancient lair of the Abiding Boneyard, Rotwing only ever knew that her mother was a Ridgeback named Carnage, and her father was a Pearlcatcher that she never learned the name of. Rotwing didn't really know her siblings either, and didn't care to. That's just the way it was in the Boneyard. Right from the moment she hatched from her slimy egg, survival was more important than family ties. Blood ties didn't mean much to her or anyone around her... unless of course their clan was threatened by a neighbouring clan. She lived - or rather, survived - in the Abiding Boneyard until she was old enough to leave, and then she did. It wasn't an emotional farewell. She flew to the Southern Icefield, the Rimebone Stockage to be precise, and half-heartedly joined an ancient lair. No one was sure what she was looking for, or why she chose the Icewarden's Domain, but perhaps she felt a kinship with the hardy, isolated (and ice-olated) dragons of the south, as they lived in a landscape just as unforgiving as the one she had grown up in. Whatever the reason was, she didn't stay long enough to make any real connections. She flew north again without so much as a goodbye, and landed in the Starwood Strand, close to the Wandering Contagion at Plague's border. She seemed to be deliberating whether or not she'd cross, when she found herself challenged by an imposing Guardian wearing as many weapons as he could fit on his huge body. Instead of backing down, however, Rotwing faced him head-on, spreading her wings and snarling like a beast! The Guardian was surprised at her fearlessness and ferocity, as well as impressed. Not only did she dwarf him in size, he saw something in her blazing red eyes that made him hesitate, even reconsider his approach.

Folding his wings and his razor sharp fans, the male Guardian backed down, a rare occurrence for him. When she didn't immediately do the same, he spoke to her, introducing himself as Massacre of the Wyrmwound. He explained to her that he was guarding the outskirts of his clan, a Plague clan, that had come into the Starfall Isles with malicious intent. He told her that they could use a warrior like her, if she would join them.

Rotwing appeared to consider his words, though she didn't reply immediately. Her spines twitched along her shoulders and back, and she looked around at the surrounding trees and shrubs, taking it all in. Finally, she nodded.

"Lead the way," she growled.