Thorn

Thorn

Mate: Khloris

Flight: Water (former), Shadow (Current)

Role: Blacksmith, Mechanic, Spy in Enemy Ranks

Backstory: Born in the Water Flight to Nameless, unappreciative parents, Thorn struck out on his own as soon as he reached maturity. He was eventually found by Khloris, when she was out picking flowers. It’s a common joke between clan members that the only reason the two were mates was because of Khloris’s love of flowers and his love of metal trinkets.

Thorn is the dragon to go to when anything breaks. He’s the handyman in the coven. There are bits and bobs strewn around his and Khloris’s den.

That’s to say nothing of the flowers and herbs she keeps on the shelves.

Thorn adores his mate. They are almost always seen together bouncing ideas off one another.

Personality: Eccentric, Hyper, A chatter box, has enough patience to watch trees grow.

“Honey, What is that?” Asked Thorn.

Khloris was humming around the kitchen, an ice bear cub trailing behind her like a puppy.

“Oh, this is Björn. He’s my familiar.”

“Well why is he in our den?”

“What’s that darling? I couldn’t hear you.”

Thorn let out a small sigh, and tapped out the question in Morse code.

Having a hearing impaired coatl for a mate made communication difficult sometimes, but he loved her regardless.

“Well why can’t he stay here?” She asked

“My darling jewel, he’s an ice bear.”

“Just for tonight?” Khloris pouted

Thorn just nodded his head and turned to curl up on the couch. There was no use in arguing and rousing his mate’s temper.

That woman could hold a grudge for ages.