Haloke

(lore is being rewritten)


The fae's foaming mouth bared sharp teeth. He stood their ground, flashing their wings and fins to appear bigger. There was an untamed aggression to this fae, and the hunters could see this unnatural behavior. He began to screech, and the wind grew stronger. The undead hunter launched at the small fae, claws tight around the neck and torso. Talons were desperately scratching at the bones, the other hunters began to surround the skeleton and the fae. The other hunters could feel the wind swelling around them, threatening to pick them off the ground. Ice shards formed, cutting scales and fur as they flew in the wind. The fae seemed to be squirming still, but their breath was green now. Strong magic was being released in self defense. The silent hunter took out their chains, and the others followed. This was a powerful dragon, only untamed.

It took the stronger mages and only the best treatments from the medics, but the fae had recovered from their rabid form. They don't remember much of their time before arrival at the clan, so they quickly adapted to the more organized ways of the clan. They took place as the wind representative, as they were stronger than any of the other wind-magic users.