Marco

Marco is an old soul, but he makes the best out of what he was given. He now spends his days with a jubilant smile on his face, flowers always held in his claws or petals fallen on his feathers. He came to this clan for its natural appeal, and now runs the local flowerbomb squad and takes care of the cross-flight representatives.

He's had a troubled past; three mates, all gone, and many hatchlings gone with them. He prefers not to think about that, and instead focuses on the present; keeping the morale high while the battles are raging on! Marco and his Myosotis Fox can nearly always be seen zipping around the camp, him spitting his best attempt at Draconic in a happy voice. Poor guy, despite his best attempts, is still not very good with words. He tried his best.

Some Coatl may see his muted plumage as a sign of illness, but a look into his eyes says otherwise. He couldn't be healthier and happier, despite the greys and soft greens. He likes to think that they help him blend in better when he's delivering flowerbombs.

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