Akhnarvalius

the founder of the clan. she was hatched within the most frigid beaches bordering ice territory. an egg left for dead, no parents or other dragons around to help her out, she broke through the shell and never stopped fighting in every sense of the word. she trudged through the cold outer layers of arcane, evading beasts and other dragons and fighting them when she could. it took her months to find a suitable home, and when she did the incoming of other dragons happened not long after. the first was a weird one; a peculiar mirror who called himself namdar. after all the horrors she had seen on her way to find a place to settle, she could tell that this one was trustworthy. at least, trustworthy enough to where he wouldn't kill her when she had her back turned.

the clan evolved without her even realizing, and soon it began to take shape as a real sort of family. not all of them really knew each other, nor were particularly interested in getting to know one another, but this was a place for them to stay when they had nowhere else to go and that was all that mattered to them. a place with mostly unspoken rules; loose enough to give comfort but not enough to cause complete chaos and cause the clan to fall apart at the seams.