Cinders

Allison ->Kali ->Shiva -> Kyole -> Vimal -> Ansem -> me

Sometimes, when a dragon is on the run, someone must be left behind. In this case, it was for her own good. She was small. Vulnerable. Her father tucked her away somewhere safe where They would never get ahold of her and some friendly dragons would find her. He could continue his search for redemption with the knowledge she would be cared for.
She felt like he had left her in his dust. That first day alone was bewildering. The second was not so alone. Just as he had planned, dragons from a nearby clan came out of their lair and took her in.
Though they asked, she divulged nothing of her past. For her own good, she tucked away those memories somewhere quiet and safe. She called herself Cinders, and they accepted this name without question. It felt fitting.
For her own good, she held her head high and began the path of a warrior. She was supposed to be safe, but who could say when that looming threat, the Organization, might appear. She had some cousins here, but none of them seemed as acutely aware of the danger which threatened any of them. For her own good, she did not reveal herself to them.

She sought out a capable dragon to train her and found Nirhilor. He and his mate were a powerful duo capable of tackling some of the toughest venues. Like her, he was a survivor. He had been alone too. It had made him ruthless; she could see the appeal of such a path.

Through her training she had changed a lot. If only he could see her now.
She embraced the clouds, using them as cover and making her own if none could be found. They blended with her form until it seemed as though she was nothing but a puff of smoke, a phantom. From any angle she would strike, crashing down with the full force of an imperial to eliminate her foe. Though she preferred ambush tactics, she was a fearsome opponent even when she was expected. Most kept their distance if they hoped to stand a chance against her brutal ferocity.