Ortoros

Naomi -> Willow -> Mephyst -> Me!

Ignis -> Marduk -> Mephyst -> Me!

15,000g

Mephyst stared down at her hatchlings in horror. All her hopes, all her fears, it was impossible not to be in awe of the little dragon in her claws. Tainted blood beat through his veins, blood that gave him awesome power along with crippling weakness. Silver and garlic burned, but not as much as the sun.

A tear slipped down Mephyst's cheek. All the spells laid on the nest to prevent her curse from passing on failed. Ortoros had a taste for blood, one that would shape his life and influence his every decision.

But Otoros was stubborn. A reflection of his mother, he echoed her quiet strength and fought against his bloodlust with determination. Not wanting to put a strain on his mother's court, he left the nest early, hoping to find a clan that can help him fulfill his dreams.

The clan welcomes Otoros with open wings. His will is strong, and fight he does. But something within the clan calls to the hunger within. Maybe it wasn't the smartest of idea's to enter the land of ancient ice.