Nomais

THIS IS A ROUGH DRAFT, MORE NOTES THAN ANYTHING:[/b]
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Buoy lived in a clan that specialized in transporting lava and smelting metals and molding them into different items. The whole area around the clan was hot and humid, and almost completely sparse from beautiful plants, the only greenery were the shriveled up patches of grass. From the beginning he was a misfit, instead of playing near the lava pools he would try to find new plants. He eventually made the choice to leave, finding he didn’t have any ties connecting him to the clan anymore. He traveled far, becoming practically a hermit because he didn’t agree with most of the fire flight lairs he came across.
He came to the edge of wind flight territory and tried to cultivate some of the nearby fire flight's land with plants.
After immense trial and error, he started finding success and grew a small forest. But soon he grew lonely. Then ___ appeared.

He passed on leadership to ____, but the dragons still listen when he tells them something


getting some 80s dark fantasy vibes..

Azmarin Sanctuary - REVAMPING!
very wip :} everything will be a bit messy and disorganized