Adwen

Son of a wandering north star, Adwen longs for a family and a place he can call his own; something to define him, make him who he is...

Hatched in the territory of the shadows, Adwen always held much resemblance of his mother; be it the blooms scattered upon his pelt or the innate instinct to wander away from his home lair to search for somewhere he truly belongs.
Although, while his mother always knew she belonged to the tundra as a guide, He has no idea what his soul longs for. And so, one day he packed his belongings, and bid his home... farewell.

Adwen figured that checking out the icelands would be a good first stop, maybe he had as much of a knack for being a guide as his mother did. His hopes were utterly crushed when he became lost on the Reclaimers Glacier. He tried retracing his steps but to his horror they had vanished in the snow drifts. The future looked bleak as he turned around and checked the horizon for any landmarks, but all he saw must have certainly been a mirage, because no trees ever grew this far on the glacier. He however began walking towards the fog covered conifer tree, counting the steps it took him to venture forward. When he finally got to the conifer, he looked up into the great boughs, barely seeing much through all the needles and branches. the day had become night during his trek over, so he opted to lay at the base of the tree, curling up and slumbering through the night.

He awoke in the morning to a midnight colored Spiral tugging on his mane or poking Adwen's face while chattering utter nonsense, and above them was a bleary eyed fae who looked too tired for such nonsense at this time of day. Adwen stretched out his arms and legs, getting to his feet while the little spiral kept flitting and floating around him. the strangers introduced themselves, or rather- Gemini the spiral introduced himself and his partner Sagittarius -only to veer of course with the conversation and pester Adwen about so many different things that the Gaoler had to bap his paws on the spiral's wings to hold them still and ask politely for one question at a time.

After finding out that this place was the home of the Moonbleeder clan, and the location of the traveler's inn, Adwen bit the arcane duo adieu and carefully climbed his way down to the Wayward Inn. Slinking inside he found an elderly imperial, who helped him board a room. After enjoying a short stay to help get himself reoriented and restocked, he was instructed to find a strange skydancer who would show him the way back to familiar territory. He enjoyed Nebulous' company during the trek back, and invited her to join him on his travels, but she politely declined before vanishing into thin air like some sort of trickster god.

Adwen couldn't help but stand at the edge of the Cloudscrape Crags and stare into the conifer thicket for some time. His hackles bristled up and he figured he should find a new clan to travel to, before something else strange were to happen again.

It is nearly midnight when Adwen arrived at his destination, he brought food to share with the clan in the midnight party held by Candy Dream club. "As we said, even though we live in a light clan, the night shall be cherished. Have you seen those boring guys in Golden club who are active only in daylight? What a shame!"
The leader of the party, Qimi, loves to hear stories, she called her friend Senne (a student recorder) to come, and asked Adwen SO MANY questions about his travel experience. "We also have a traveler who just left for adventures, maybe someday you can have a night talk." She said."Now, I think your room is well prepared, a tiring trip I guess. I suggest you have a drink and have a good rest, join us tomorrow night!"
The following day, Adwen wake up and had his breakfast, the Candy Dream club is gone and all the members are still sleeping, he met one of the "Boring Golden", a dragon who took a bunch of sheep and cats with her. "I'm Treasure, the shepherd. I apologized for not being able to see you last night, Qimi must be so bothering. I'd introduced you to our ancient ones, they love all the new members, no matter how long they will stay. But currently, they are hibernating, maybe if you come next time some of them will be awake. " She said slowly, " Qimi told me some stories about you. You remind me of my parents, they left the clan to search for a new life. I was born in the early stage of the clan and watched the whole history, and I wish our stories can be remembered. In fact, every clan's stories are worth so much, and in my opinion, our stories define our existence in the world. Thank you for being here and enriching our story, I wish that one day you can find somewhere to place your soul, and what happened here may construct a part of your treasure."
Several days later, Adwen was preparing for leaving, A blue Guardian walked to him and greeting: "You can try to guess my name! Somehow in this clan I was considered to bring luck to dragons I saw. That means--Ha, I feel that in the following journey you will encounter wonderful things!"

Adwen stumbled into the realm of Toothless, the revered and fatherly clan leader. Despite not associating much with the others, he knew he was welcomed and loved here - a home for the lost and weary. He soon found the love of his life and has begun a family of little smartly-suited kiddos.