Phantomfire213's Clan

Welcome to the clan of The Wandering Woes, where at point, many once homeless dragons gathered together and created their own sort of family. That has long since been corrupted by Hadrian's wrath.
This clan participates in DOM and buys cheap dragons to exalt them! Any dragon named "Ixuraide" or is in the exalt block tab are to be exalted.

If you have an issue with your dragon being treated like so, pay me back what I paid for it and I'll be more than happy to return it.
~History~

It started with two peculiar guardians named Svidatcl and Krivissiri who traveled the reaches of the Shadow Flight together, searching in vain for their charges. Over time, they gathered an entire clan full of other guardians just like them. Some eventually found what they searched so long for and left. Some brought other species of dragons to the clan. Others simply couldn't continue.

Suddenly, a flurry of ice and snow flung itself into the clan's small lair. A massive, gleaming white dragon- larger than Svidatcl even- stormed through to declare everything as his. Those who denied him were slaughtered,crushed, and tossed aside with ease. With the clan having no warriors, Hadrian's rule was quickly secured. More than half of the lair laid at his feet before it was over with, however.

Not caring to deal with the bodies, Hadrian had them move to his frozen homeland where he already had an empty lair chosen out. Many questioned what happened to the past residents of it at first, but were quickly hushed when seeing the deeper region of the cave. It had been stained a deep red that, no matter how much one scrubbed, refused to wash away.

Quite some time after they settled in, Hadrian disappeared for nearly a year. The clan dared to hope they were free at last. Those who still remained of the original group, at least. It'd grown since and none spoke of that terrible past to the newlings... Regretfully, the clan presumed Hadrian to be dead- likely from trying to take over another clan. They stayed in the Snowsquall Tundra because they'd made it their home.

When Hadrian returned, it wasn't in the usual snow storm. No, he returned with the stench of rot and blood. The few clan members that had escaped from the disease of the Scarred Wasteland recognized it instantly. Although, the smell was nothing compared to the actual sight of Hadrian. Whereas before his pristine white scales could be seen glinting in the distance from a fair bit away, now darkened, sickly blood oozed slowly down his form and covered it entirely.

The Plague Flight had taken hold of him, capturing his thirst for power and bloodshed. Twisting him even further. Apparently he'd had some direct contact with the Wyrmwound, though no one but perhaps the Plaguebringer herself knew exactly how much.

Without giving the clan a chance to protest by again clearing the lair of those deemed weak or a danger to his rule, he forced them to move to the plague's domain. ~Badge Collection~