Rav

Rav is a goofy and fun-loving Windclaw. He enjoys hunting and flying. Often he’ll arrange competitions between other dragons to see who could run fastest, or catch the most fish. Rav is obsessed with winning and being the best! This may come from his size, as he is smaller than most Wildclaws of his age. He wants to prove that size means nothing and therefore, beats his wings and moves his legs twice as fast as anyone else! His bright personality means he has no trouble making friends in and out of his Clan. Rav is fiercely loyal to the dragons he cares for and is often the one stopping Garrus’ schemes. In battle, Rav is very fast to draw blood and doesn’t tire easily. He’s aggressive when threatened and like most Wildclaws, prefers to fight in a Wildclaw pair or alone. Often, he’ll fight with Onyx. Though he has many friends, Rav especially likes Aurum. He’ll often take advantage of Aurum’s innocence to play pranks on him or get in trouble with him. Despite that, Rav is very protective of his playful friend and regards Aurum as a little brother. The two dragons will often be seen goofing around together. Even their familiars, both Kamaitachi’s, enjoy each other’s company!

Rav was found as an abandoned hatchling in the middle of the deserts of the Shifting Expanse. He was raised by the Clan as a whole and therefore regards them as family. He has no wish to meet his actual parents. They don't know what they're missing out on!

Relationships:

Rav is a very social and extroverted Wildclaw and will have many friends outside the Clan. He's very curious and dragons tend to stick with him because he always brings something new onto the table.

Fhastina: Rav regards the Skydancer as the maternal figure in his life. Now, as a juvenile, he's much more independent but will often go to the Skydancer for advice.

Garrus: If you've read Garrus' bio you'd know Rav wants nothing to do with that guy.

Kyro: The wise Guardian has taken quite a liking to the young Wildclaw. He claims that Rav will be an awe-inspiring leader one day. Kyro has more or less taken Rav under his wing, which is of substantial size. Rav has a deep respect for the lawful Guardian and sees him as the paternal figure in his life.

Aurum: They may be different by blood, but in spirit they’re brothers. Aurum has already grown way larger than Rav, even though he’s younger. The two will bicker in a brotherly way. They rarely get into real fights. Whenever Rav’s got some exploring or hunting to do, he enlists the help of the Imperial. The two are inseparable. As Rav is currently away at university, Aurum has promised to send letters every other day. The hardest part of leaving the Clan, for Rav, was leaving his lovable little brother.

The first thing he saw was light. He felt the broken bits of the shell he had just came out of lying around him in scattered pieces. It was warm out. His claws touched fine grains of sand. He blinked, clearing his vision. The light was coming from something huge up there, far above his head. The hatchling giggled, clapping his claws together, easily entertained by the novelty around him. Sounds came to him, the skittering of a frightened lizard, the caw of the hungry vultures. The hatchling looked about him. He didn’t hear the sound of another being like him. In the egg, he had heard noises, low murmuring noises that soothed him and made him feel safe. They had seemed like they wanted to say something to him then. But now, there was nothing. Just the oppressing heat of the midday sun and the caw of vultures getting closer. The hatchling had looked around once more, then began calling out. It was a guttural, pleading sound. A sound of a hatchling, desperate for someone to save him. He kept crying out until his voice was gone, reduced to a raspy, hoarse croak. The light from above had sank until it was just barely above the horizon. It was getting cold. His eyes blurred with wet. What was this new thing? What was he feeling? This mass of heat that seemed to be weighing him down slowly, like he was drowning in quicksand. The thing that came from his eyes dropped down onto the sand, leaving circles that were darker than the sand surrounding it. The hatchling let out a horribly miserable wail, looking up at the rapidly darkening sky. Suddenly, as if a prayer was answered, he heard a loud thump of something large hitting ground. He saw a large blue figure and a smaller white-reddish one. The smaller figure walked closer to the hatchling, speaking in a voice similar to the soft voice he heard inside the egg. The hatchling blinked the wet out of his eyes, his vision clearing until he saw a kindly looking dragon, smiling at him. Right then he knew this was going to be his mother. He held his arms out and ran to her, hugging her legs and letting out soft whimpers. The female dragon picked him up gently in her jaws and with a flap of her wings, they were off, the blue dragon closely behind. The hatchling’s heart soared higher than any dragon ever could, an indescribable feeling pulsing through his veins. He was going home.
To be Continued

Rav is currently attending Lukra University (taking logic, magic, clockwork and engineering) to major in engineering , much to the distraught of his Clan members. Who else would annoy them with their daily pranks? Who else would wake them up daily to the sound of wings beating in a “morning flight”? Yes, we get it Rav, you want to stay fit. Just do it somewhere else!


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