martymind's Clan

CIRCLE OF THE INCARNATES

All across the land of Sornieth, rumours and snatches of powerful Wildclaws have begun to gather. A whisper here of a hermit in the Shrieking Wilds who trails flora behind her like a god's parade; a murmur there of a prodigious young inventor working on the outskirts of the Lightning Farm who carries static in her scales. Viewed separately, they could just be mere exaggerations - tales from the mind of a too-creative, gullible dragon, spun wild as the story spreads from flight to flight. But seen with a keen enough eye, the connections can be made: lines drawn from deity to deity, element to element, each rumour put in order... it may tell of the coming of something never seen before. Something with enough power to shake the world to its roots.

And they're starting to gather.

High in the peaks of the Cloudscrape Crags, nestled amongst the snow-capped mountains and forbidding cliffs, lies the home of a nameless clan. Many of its members are the same as any other - wanderers who drifted through the world until they found somewhere to fold their wings for a time, families carving out a nest for themselves in the ice - but at the centre of it all is a group of female Wildclaws with the power of centuries in their claws. The Circle.

Most outer members of the clan seldom interact with the Circle themselves, instead sticking within the wider and more familiar social structure of the other dragons, but those dragons that do - catch the eye of January in a tunnel, feel the heat from Edana's mane on the back of their neck - tend to all speak of a feeling of unease, as if these Wildclaws aren't entirely mortal. The exception to this is the dual-reigning clan matriarchs, Marigold and Gothwife, who deal with all clan affairs, both Circle and general.

The clan is always growing - sometimes through the usual means of a dragon happening upon their lair and choosing to remain for a time, sometimes through Marigold silently stealing away in the dark hours and returning, days later, with yet another darkly glowing Wildclaw in tow.



And as the Circle finds each of its Incarnates and brings them together... all the scholars in Sornieth could not say what lies at this journey's end.

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hello! my name is marty, and i have a wildclaw problem. i'm open to friend requests and hatchling letters - i may not respond in rp format, but i'd always love to see where my dragons end up!

to do:
- rewrite clan lore
- write lore for everyone
- organise art for pernillious
- organise non-wcs into clan ranks