Hendrick

With Bugg: Nocturne found himself drifting from colony to colony, searching for a perfect home. His mate had long since moved on from him, and his children all left to fight for the greater good. He'd begun in his home of the Plague, then found himself amongst a water tribe, who themselves were searching for a new home. When the Water turned to ice, he knew he had to find new horizons, and so he took off.

With edgyusername: Hendrick had grown up as a part of the Plague flight, but something within him had always wondered about other parts of the world. Specifically, the Shadowbinder's realm. Being a nocturne, he always felt a tug within himself, something yearning to return to the homeland of his people. Now that he had decided to roam the world, he decided the realm of shadows was a good place to start his quest for a new home.
Before long, Hendrick found himself deep in Wispwillow Grove. He felt as though he fit in here, a feeling he hadn't felt before. He seemed to fit in perfectly, especially considering his breed and shadow-y coloring. These woods felt like home already. After landing and walking through the dense wood for what must have been hours, the Nocturne caught a whiff of a familiar scent-- dragons. His heart pumping in his chest, he bounded through the underbrush and glowing mushrooms, excited to meet his potential new clan.
The lair Hendrick came across was bigger than any he'd ever seen-- certainly bigger than his home lair. There were dragons of all breeds, colors, and interests. Wizened old sages conversed with young, rambunctious hatchlings. The trees, caves, and very ground were filled with loving couples-- there must have been over a dozen family units living in harmony.
Before Hendrick could fully take in the sight before him, a beautiful Nocturne landed in front of him. She was dressed in a spellcaster's garb, but was still very young. She must still be in training. She introduced herself as Sekhemkhet, conjurer in training. She invited him to the cliffside cave she called home-- she seemed to be one of the few dragons without a mate. She sprawled herself out on her bedding made of old cobwebs, underbrush, and soft-looking fluff. Maybe some sort of fleece? She patiently listened to the older Nocturne tell his tale, her tail thumping quietly with interest. When he was done, she stood up and stretched out her limbs, turning toward a small shelf affixed to the cave wall. With her teeth, she plucked a few scraps of metal from the shelf and turned back toward Hendrick. She carefully arranged the metal scraps on the floor of the cave, then announced that she had a gift for Hendrick, something to keep him company on his journey. She raised her staff and, with a few muttered incantations and a puff of smoke, the scraps began to move. They stretched and warped until they formed a dragon-shaped suit of armor. It was hatchling-sized, but proportioned to fit an adult. It was clear Hendrick was not meant to wear this. Just as he was thinking this, the armor began to move.
Obtained:

Spirit Armor

Familiar

This enchanted armor will roam ancient pathways, protecting the road's travelers.

1500

Hendrick thanked the conjurer, happily taking his gift. He then decided he would stay here for a while, get to know the other dragons.
Before long, the time came for him to move on. He had grown to love this clan, but he owed it to himself to keep exploring, see what's still out there. He knew he would always love the Shadow flight, and promised Sekhemket that one day, he would return. With one final goodbye, Hendrick took to the skies with his new familiar, ready to see where fate would take him next.