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I can not remember the specific order of all those who came to reside above the shrine in the flowering Earth, however I do remember the first; an eccentric aberration by the name of Murkbird. She appeared one day at the top of the crag, only noticed when Apep went to gather food for Wenshen. She was certainly odd, and tried to kill me the moment she saw me resting beside the God; maybe that is why I remember her so clearly, as she is the reason I had to begin sleeping with the sheep as a guardian rather than as the shrine's dog. She was the one to suggest a business out of our rather scenic position, and went to gather the flocks that would become the basis of our economy. In a both surprising yet expected twist, she did not become a shepherd—rather, the madam would rather spin wool and tell tales than care for the origin of her product.

When Clash first arrived, she was surrounded by the lambs. She greeted me as a shepherd, and immediately this was a dragon I knew needed to stay. She was met by Murkbird, who took in her bloodied figure, fake attachments clearly fashioned from dragons long deceased and fitted very recently, and welcomed her with open arms. Thus came the lover of lambs, Clash—a tender heart who, while not as fond of Wenshen as others, still shows surprising dedication that has be attached...or maybe its the respect to a fellow shepherd, who saw me resting with the ewes as a sign of peace. Regardless, that day we earned our first shepherd, and with it a diligent caretaker of the lambs.

One day, one of our moons covered the sun. It was a spectacle that none in our flock had expected, but that I had later learned was common knowledge by most others. Right as the moon fully covered, a rather... pink dragon emerged in the growing shadow. He was a towering thing, rather full of leg, yet the moment he saw any trace of hostility or fear within the sheep he was apologizing, a nervous grin on his face. His name was Totality, and while he was not skilled at being a shepherd, he was quite well off caring for those that could not move with the flock—namely, he cared for the elder and youngest sheep, happy to reside underneath a rare tree surrounded by them, his own flowers blooming wonderfully. An odd addition, but a welcome one.

The ancient of Plague had revealed itself to us many years ago—it was only expected that the one of earth would arrive, as well. She had tunneled straight into the crevasse, tumbling down, down, down until he landed in front of the shrine. With the grace of a newborn lamb, she bared her fangs and demanded freedom despite never being imprisoned. Osiris wanted her killed for the accusation, but Wenshen welcomed her with a gentle flick of her grand tail. Rhia once hated us, but always adored Wenshen, something that annoyed Osiris but brought glee to Apep, who was so happy to see proof that anyone could love Wenshen. She, unlike Totality, was incredibly skilled at dealing with sheep, and immediately took the occupation of a shepherd—our first true shepherd! The job eased her temper towards us, and while she may never see me as equal, she is a decent companion to sit by and enjoy the sunset.

Delano's appearance shocked every member here—even Wenshen seemed surprised at his appearance. He was older than all of us combined, only born a few years after the creation of his breed, already affiliated with the enemy of his ancestor's origin. He merely wandered in one day, skull covering his gaze, pelt covered in pristine pelts that spoke volumes of his skill and prowess—it is not often a Wildclaw is so skilled that they can eliminate someone without a drop of blood. This was the first dragon Osiris wanted to join, however whether that be because of his obsession with history or because he saw immediately how strong an ally Delano would be (or both), an eagerness that led to his immediate admittance, even if he had never asked to join, scarred and aged face showing confusion as he was welcomed in with open talons. He was offered a place in the shrine amongst Wenshen and Osiris and Apep, however he refused it, having no desire to participate in what he called a "cult". Instead, (since he was also not skilled with the enormous flocks of sheep we had at this point) he was assigned as an auctioneer, many stopping by just to gawk at his age and leaving with an entire flock themselves.