Carmine

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The "clan" wasn't much of a clan at the moment. Travelling the Boneyard was treacherous at the best of times, and the meager scrappers Sanguine had allied himself with weren't strong enough to survive through the second night. Good riddance, anyways. Only the strong shall join his clan, the rest can fall behind. Oh well, at least those fools were useful in death, leaving all their belongings behind for him to pick through.
As Sanguine shredded another saddlebag, he sensed something moving about. Swiftly looking about, he saw nothing, not even with the light of the moon shining down on him.
"Show yourself!" He roared. "I don't tolerate cowards!"
When nothing moved, he growled to himself. He stood up on his hind legs and whipped around to get a better look, when suddenly--
SLAM!
An unknown assailant was on him, swiping at his face with sharp talons as he struggled to right himself from where he was knocked over. As he regained his wits, he yowled in pain and anger, throwing the other dragon off of himself and pouncing. The two tussled, throwing tails and wings and snapping jaws at the other with all their might.

Finally, Sanguine managed to pin the other dragon beneath his claws. They stared at each other, both breathing heavy. Blood from cuts on Sanguine's face dripped into the sand below him as he stared at the fae. Sanguine was the first to recover his breath.
"What," he panted, "do you think you're DOING?"
The fae narrowed her eyes, fins flaring as she hissed.
"Well, o mighty mirror of the scraps, I thought you WANTED a fight!"
He growled back, then paused, considering. As much as he trusted this fae as far as he could throw her, a companion and new clanmate would be much needed if he were to succeed in making it to the Rotrock Rim alive. As he fluttered his wings, he came to a decision.

"Hmm... you're not wrong, but this time, I have a proposition for you. Join me. Your strength rivals mine, and we could make a formidable clan. You're as dead out here as I am alone, little fae," he sneered. She snapped at him, and he cackled before continuing.
"I'm making my way to the Rotrock Rim to start my clan. If you join now, I'll even consider letting you lead alongside me. So, what do you say?"
She gave him a flat look. "And if I say no?"
Sanguine pretended to think about it. "Mmm, well... I guess I'd just kill you, little fae. Can't have a rival out there threatening my control!" He chuckled darkly.
She sighs. "Can't say I expected any differently. I'll join. For now. And I have a name, Carmine! See what happens if you call me 'little fae' again," she growled.
"Then we have an agreement. Look, I'll even split these supplies with you, as a show of my benevolence." Sanguine replied. Carmine snorted.
"Benevolence. Right."

As the two finished packing, they looked out across the barren wastes of the Boneyard. A vision of a thriving, all-powerful clan full of all sorts of dragonkind struck Sanguine then. He laughed into the air as the sun rose on the horizon.
"Well, my dear Carmine, I feel that this is the start of something like never before!"
Sanguine stretched out as he lounged on the tallest outcropping of the cavern, lazily using a bone shard to pick at his teeth before flicking it away carelessly. His mate, Carmine, lay beside him, resting comfortably as she gazed down upon the massive crater, packed with dragons of all breeds and ages flying, slithering, and running about, over a hundred strong and ever-growing.

In the years since their meeting, their clan had flourished just as they had hoped, attracting dragons far and wide to try their luck at joining, braving feats of strength and cunning while the clan leaders watched. Sanguine and Carmine basked in revelry of the power they now held, one of the most ferocious and renowned clans in all of the Scarred Wasteland.

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