Soaring's Lore

Soaring

Clan Role: Guard
Mate: None
Children: None
Friends: BloodIce, Irri
Enemies: None

Lore

When Soaring originally joined the lair, he was only supposed to stay for a short amount of time. He knew that, and the other dragons knew that. Naturally, knowing he couldn't stay long, if at all, he didn't go out of his way in an attempt to make friends with other dragons. As a result, they thought he was stuck up and didn't talk to him anyway.
However, days went by and he soon realized that he couldn't leave...he was stuck. Alone and friendless. He watched the other dragons from afar, doing what he could to contribute, but staying out of their way. Enjoying watching the hatchlings play and learn to fly.
One day though, a dragon who had traveled away to find a mate returned with her new hatchling. It was Irri and her son, Blood Ice. He didn't know it, and they didn't know it, but her rearrival was going to change their lives.
Blood Ice was young, trying out his wings, and got a bit too close to the edge of a cliff...he hung, suspended by a claw, frantically flapping his little, leathery wings. Soaring noticed, but he was the only one. He'd seen the rocks at the bottom of the ravine...if Blood Ice fell, he would die.
So Soaring did what he felt any good dragon would do. In a few quick flaps of his own wings, he made his way to Blood Ice, and carefully lifted him back to safe ground, where he quickly scurried back to his mother and hid behind her.
"Thank you!" Irri proceeded to thank him profusely.
Soaring shyly blushed and told her to think nothing of it.
After that...people seemed to welcome him more.

Diary

Currently unfilled.

Mate None

Friends BloodIce Irri

Enemies None