NekoShizumi's Clan

Welcome to the Driftless Region, my name is NekoShizumi, and it is a pleasure to have another visitor to our lair.

Once hailing from the Lightning Flight, but with the return of the Progenitor dragons, Iron and Midnight Pools things haven't been the same. Iron seems out of touch with this reality, and Midnight seems vigilante, always looking over her shoulder. This has left the lair on edge.

It was in the calm before a massive lightning storm that Midnight gathered the clan and announced that every dragon was to pack his or her belongings if they wished to follow. This left several dragons scrambling, Kaleidoscope forlorn after years of chaos and traps to be left behind. The cluster of male pearl catchers eyeing the ancient statues of their breed that had been chiseled before their arrival.

Even Driftwood, who had been reunited with his caring father, looked on in sadness as the ancient lair took flight in a mass exodus that blacked out the sky. As they flew dragons kept looking back, reminiscing about their exploits. Fossil had helped Anthracite pack the entire library and even now was holding onto her precious romance novels.

Before them was a warm light, they were joining the fire flight. Regent puffed with pride as the rising heat from the lava allowed them to fly even higher and faster on the air currents. It wasn't until Midnight spotted a well worn abandoned lair that the clan descended.

Some dragons hesitated, unsure if the land was safe. Others leapt with vigor as they reveled in the new experience that awaited them. Regent, an old fire fae puffed with pride with Gneiss at his side, let out a stream of fire