VoodooWolfy's Clan

We hail from many of the eleven regions. All are welcome, so long as they do not threaten the safety of our clan's dragons, or disrespect our forebear, the Icewarden.

The Clan of Gentle Cosmos

When you enter the frigid wilderness and threatening peaks of the Cloudscape crags, night is falling, and the sky is a clear soft blue, twinkling with stars. You aren't walking for long before a snowstorm encircles you and you're quickly lost in its embrace. Reprieve from the lashing snow comes in the form of a massive furry dragon who greets you in a gravelly, but gentle, voice. "I am Rafae. I can bring you to my clan, and we can keep you safe."
She leads you to edge of the storm, and into a dense, wide-reaching evergreen forest. Looking into the tree's branches, you can see vines, ropes, and feathers woven around them to thicken the forest's cover. Deeper in the forest there are lairs built into the ground, in the boughs of trees, and around the tree trunks.
You are lead by Rafae, who you can now tell is a gaoler, to the tallest tree, which has a den carved into the living wood itself, and is surrounded by soft piles of fresh-fallen snow. Curled within the throne is a Wildclaw female, who wears a cloak speckled with the living cosmos. Seated beside it is another wildclaw, one garbed in the clothing of a mistlurker, his wings dotted with sparkling stars. The female introduces herself as Queen Azizora, and introduces the mistlurker as her mate, Zarek. They welcome you to their clan, and allow you to stay as long as you like.