Name: Caimon

Clan Rank: Voodoo priestess/ Soothsayer

Nickname: Swamp witch, Voodoo

Name origin: Cajun for Alligator

Mate: Bayou & Frog

Theme song: Bad moon rising ~ Mourning Ritual

History:(by shanncrafter)
Caiman liked to think that she was the glue holding the group together.
She wasn't wrong, in a way.
Frog always seemed a little more reclusive when she was around Bayou.
Not that she was very expressive anyways.
And Caiman was the one that made the ingredients of the ritual come together.
She had a way with potions and spells, things that were better left to the dragons of the Shadow and Plague flight and not to a group of Light, Wind and Ice dragons.
Caiman was a soothsayer, too.
Visions of the future visited her.
Whether it was brought by the spirits that Frog always seemed to be talking to, or if it was just whispers of the deities that she could hear, Caiman could tell the future.
Or rather, the possible outcomes of the future.
The visions scared her sometimes.
But she learnt to control them.
Only a few of the dragons in the clan knew of Caiman's rare ability.
Bayou, Frog and the two clan leaders.
They kept her little secret safe, though.
It wouldn't do to let the others mess up the future.
Caiman already had a safe and happy home here, and she didn’t want it disrupted, thank you very much.
Despite her attempts at being kind to the clan, the others treated her no differently from Frog.
Bayou was the only one who could get along with the rest.
At fifteen meters in height, it was no wonder that the threatening looking guardian towered over everyone else.
Caiman didn’t really need friends.
She had Bayou and Frog.
Between the wise-cracking mirror and the quiet fae, well, who could ask for more?