White Wing Tribe
In the days when human kingdoms rose in the shadow of castles and ancestral forests, there was also the white wing, a tribe of gentle and fearful dragons. There were few left, for many had fallen before larger dragons, and their fear of leaving the cave made them even rare. When they dared to fly, they joined the ends of the wings in gesture of tune, as if the air were their link of courage. Among them, an unusual outsider emerged: a larger dragon, dark coat in shades of gray and black, golden eyes that burned like embers and feline appearance. Its difference caused strangeness and fascination. For the White Wing, it was a omen of rare strength, worthy even of the leader's own attention. Still, his soul was marked by isolation - a spirit that had never learned to fly together.
About White Wing Tribe
In the days when human kingdoms rose in the shadow of castles and ancestral forests, there was also the white wing, a tribe of gentle and fearful dragons. There were few left, for many had fallen before larger dragons, and their fear of leaving the cave made them even rare. When they dared to fly, they joined the ends of the wings in gesture of ...Read more