Zhora

Zhora is the type of dragon who looks regal at first sight. His navy blue scales are glorious in color, and the gold of his wings creates the image of wealth and prosperity. The gold striping his scales only completes the image; he has the appearance of a proud and righteous king.

If only he had the behavior to match. He was one of the very first Risen, meaning that he’s very highly revered among the clan for his youthful vitality in growing from under the dirt, and scrabbling out to higher ground.
The monks remember him well for the shock he gave them. The small glint of a silver claw in the expansive graveyard went unnoticed, and so the moment when the monk on duty scouring the graveyard let out a yelp of surprise, they turned and their jaws dropped at the appearance of a whole paw above ground, the claws digging grooves into the ground as the hatchling hoisted himself up determinedly.

When his petite body finally made it above ground, the monks were quick to immediately coddle the young Fae, and bring him into the monastery, where he was cared for, so much so that the young Fae got just about everything he desired as soon as he voiced it.

As such, he soon became spoilt, and when he was brought to the clan he became even worse. All the adults stared at him in awe and admiration, and the hatchlings practically revered him. He gained a haughty demeanor and adopted a posh tone while speaking - he was treated almost like royalty.

To this day, Zhora still is the haughty dragon he is - albeit a little toned down thanks to several cutting remarks from one of the newer monks: a service the clan is eternally grateful for.

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