Arcanhart

Child of Twylhart of Clan Wyldhart he slept till the day would come for his awakening, his purpose to bring forth glory to his father and his progenitors. Nameless he was in his slumber, only dreaming of dreams a hatchling could dream. Dreams of one-day taking flight, and finding a mate of his own. Such was the fate of all dragons. What would come of him? Only time would tell.

He awoke from slumber under the starlit sky. His father Twylhart stood over him as he blinked. He knew at that moment where he was, though he was in a deep sleep. It seemed the magic of this place gathered around him, and so his time began as the first of the harts to become one with the arcane. He was the firstborn from Twylhart, but he wouldn't be the last.

During his time in the starlight wood, Arcanhart dabbled in various kinds of magicks that only a select few would ever think. Taking on garb associated with the dead and decay, feral, he developed powers some thought dangerous dark magic. He used what he learned to help the Nightwinds flourish in ways none had seen before.