Konngara

Swordsman of a distant land.

It started with a storm.

Freshly born Konngara, barely a few days old, sailing on the ship that his father commanded. Truly, a beautiful picture to any dragon- which it was. It's one of Konngara's only memories of his real family- tainted by the very storm that slung him overboard, his young wings too weak to keep himself from flying back, the crew too busy to notice a hatchling gone until too late.

Unlucky Konngara- his descent of many families did not help him in the crashing water. All he could do was hang on, try not to drown- but alas, at some point his strenght (young, small, powerless) failed him- casting his vision in darkness, his mind drifting away.

Konngara woke up in the hut of... creatures.

Not dragons.

Though scared at first- he was quick to find out that these creatures- kitsunes- meant him no harm. They had found him washed up on a beach, unconscious and barely alive. They didn't know why, but they had felt compelled to save the young hatchling, feeling pity for it, and used their powerful magic to nurse him back to health.

Konngara would not find this out until later, but he had subconsciously used his powers to manipulate emotions to save himself- making the kitsunes care for him. Not that that would matter, the kitsunes would grow to care for him as he grew up naturally.

Konngara spent his entire childhood in the lands of kitsune- his surrogate kitsune parents teaching him all he could ever need to know. How to hunt. How to fight. How to use magic. As time went on, it became clear that he was rather partial to using swords- combining strong magic with the physical weapon to create powerful attacks that impressed even warrior kitsunes.

As he grew up, however, Konngara felt... out of place. He was the only dragon in a society of kitsunes, and he could see that his presence made his surrogate parents outcasts.

There was a good reason no other dragon was found in these lands, after all.

He couldn't stay here.

Though his parents were sad to see him go- they understood his decision. With their support, Konngara built a ship, a ship strong enough to weather the storms between the lands of the kitsune and Sornieth- the land of the dragons. It was with a heavy heart on both sides- but goodbyes were said, and Konngara was on his way.

To Sornieth.

During his travels, Konngara met a great many creatures- finding himself in bizarre and dangerous situations, though he faced them head-on, with no fear. He was powerful- his sword slicing through enemies like they were made of butter- impressing allies left and right.

He also learnt about his families- though beyond fascination, he did not care for that too much; his real family, the ones who raised him, were the kitsune, after all.

His arrival in the Purring WInds was a strange one. According to himself, he saw Eve and was captivated by her beauty and strenght, and followed her here- intending on taking her as a mate. She seems to have mixed feelings about this- but so far, as accepted his advances.

As it stands, he likes to travel around the territories surrounding the Purring Winds, occasionally stopping by the clan to stock up on supplies, share stories, talk to friends, catch up with the family that lives here- and mostly, admire Eve's beauty.