Roleplay

The clan has been growing exponentially.

I have been taking in every child that I come across. One child was dropped off for safe keeping. Is this what all my ambitions are amounting to? Taking care of literal children?

I can't say I hate it, no.

That'd be cruel.

But why so many?

Perhaps this is simply fate. Perhaps this is so that I may build bonds with them, like familiars. The cat residing in my necklace still paws my face at night in the den, and I wish that it would stop.

Does anyone have tips for getting your spirits to stop harassing you?

A dragon came into the clan with an empty stomach. He was practically immobile.

It took him several hours to even come to after we fed him.

He's a light dragon. A coatl.

The coatl's name is Apollo. He and Caa have already bonded enough to create hatchlings. Perhaps they knew one another before they came to the clan. Maybe not.

I can't care too much.

I won.