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Lahash joined Raziel soon after he settled in the Sunbeam Ruins. Why, no one knows and she certainly isn’t telling. One thing is for sure. It wasn’t because they share the same ideals.
While Raziel is a calm, studious dragon Lahash has a wild streak a mile wide. She loves the thrill of battle- the bloodier the merrier. She’s not content to simply sit by in a cave and watch the world pass her by, a view which many of the other dragons in the clan have come to share, much to Raziel’s dismay.
Despite her propensity towards violence, Lahash is surprisingly gentle with all the babies in the clan. She is a fierce mother, liable to lash out at anything threatening the children she has adopted as her own, even if that threat is another dragon from the clan. However she is in equal parts a somewhat neglectful guardian, showering affection on the children in her presence but promptly forgetting about them the minute they leave her sight. Many of the clan mothers would trust Lahash with their children's lives but little else. Given Lahash's determination to share gruesome war stories and facts about the world with the impressionable hatchlings, said mothers would much rather Lahash protect the children from a distance or at least protect them from herself. Lahash took Luce under her wing when the young fledgling joined the clan and remains especially fond of him. As such, she will often back him during council meetings, though that support might simply be because they share many of the same views. Both have urged the use of aggressive preemptive strikes against any and all possible enemies. Lahash however will usually drop the subject when Raziel asks and has yet to take a side in the divide between the warriors.
Though technically not one of the seven members of the council she sits on it anyway and makes sure that everyone hears her opinions on each topic discussed. Opinions which are numerous and very vocally expressed. She often seems to pit other council members against each other and though she is clearly aware of the tensions stewing in the clan, she gleefully fans the flames.
Despite this mischievous, almost malignant streak, Lahash honestly seems to care for Raziel in her own way. She defends him as viciously as her 'babies'. Other female dragons in the clan know to steer well clear of Raziel lest they face Lahash's jealous rage. Her relationship with Iaoel is worst as the two cannot remain in a room together without Lahash attempting to inflect some sort of harm upon the Seerer. Conversely, when Raziel is in the room Lahash will usually ignore most other dragons present, unless she deems them a threat. Instead she practically hangs off the male Guardian and focuses her attention entirely on him in a bizarre mixture of sadistic teasing, mothering, and seduction. Oddly enough Raziel doesn't protest her presence and even actively seeks her out sometimes despite their differences. In fact, seeing the two dragons alone or fighting is almost unheard of. Michael believes that their relationship is one of true love; Azael claims it more resembles Stockholm Syndrome.

Serrure fiddled with the rope, brow furrowed and tongue sticking out slightly as he delicately adjusted the tension with a twist of his talons. That uptight councilor would be by any minute- his strict adherence to a schedule made setting this up almost too easy.
“It’s not like I fed the records to the hainu,” he muttered to himself as he worked. “Well, not intentionally.” It wasn’t his fault. Really. It was all boring stuff anyway- long treatises about trading and whatnot. How was he supposed to know there was even a hainu in the area? Definitely not his fault.
Giving the rope one last tug, Serrure grabbed up the box resting on the floor of the corridor and flitted over to the farthest corner. He rounded it and pressed himself against the wall. Any minute now. Yep. There. Right on time. Peering around the corner with bated breath, Serrure watched Amaros glide down the hallway.
The older nocturne paused and Serrure’s breath caught. Had Amaros caught on already?
“What-?” Amaros darted forward, scooping the book from the puddle on the ground. Serrure began to grin as Amaros alighted on the weighted sensor as he frantically skimmed through the book. Overhead, the rope released and the barrel tilted forward. Amaros was drenched before he could even look up at the creaking noise. He blinked slowly. One claw scooped at the sticky yellow substance coating his scales, pulling a tendril free for Amaros to examine more closely. He gingerly licked it. “Honey? Serrure, I know-“
Serrure decided that was as good a cue as any for the final phase of his plan. He pried the lid off the box cradled in his hands. “Go on,” he whispered. “Be free.”
A chorus of buzzing arose as the insects fled their confinement. They fled right to the sweet scent of honey, where they were promptly stuck fast.
There was silence for a long moment.
“You should see your face!” Serrure doubled over with laughter. He wished he had the kind of artistic talent that could capture that expression for all eternity.
“Serrure,” Amaros said. His voice was calm. Controlled. “Did you damage one of my books for the sole intention of luring me into a… into a prank?” His control slipped slightly on the last bit as he spat the words. One eye twitched faintly and Serrure giggled harder as the swarm of insects twitched with it.
“I didn’t damage it. It’s spelled against that sort of thing.” Amaros’ face didn’t shift and Serrure’s laughter faltered slightly. “It is, isn’t it?”
“No. No it’s not.”
“Oh.” Serrure looked from the honey and insect coated noctourne to the equally coated book clutched in the other’s talons. “Um, I just remembered I have somewhere really important to be. You should probably take a shower. I don’t think they’ll let you in the council chambers like that. Bye!”
He turned and fled as fast as his wings could take him as Amaros’ temper finally cracked. “Serrure! Get back here or you’ll be playing Russian Roulette with your meals from now on!”

There lives a derg named Orchidae
Who collects a new cat every day
Stop! the others cry
We can't see the sky
"But I've found yet another stray"