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Nestled in the far oceans of the deep, there is a modest island where dragons are said to sleep.
Those of many color and ways of life, joined together in times of strife.
Voices that together sing and roar, into the air many wings do soar.
Those that seek a place to belong, need not search everlong.
Follow the dragons out into the blue, perhaps your future lays waiting just for you.
The Island of Storms, founded by the Clan King Ledge, far away from civilization almost in its own personal plane of existence in its isolation far from the reach of any greedy governments or political powers seeking to muddle in the affairs of the sanctuary of the lost. The land itself is brimming with life and energy, untouched for the most part the land itself seems to have a mind and will of its own in what it allows and what it reclaims with its thick brambles and sturdy roots known to even swallow people whole. This is the home of the Clan Moonwarden, a group of dragons and lost souls that have flocked to them having need of a family, a place to grow, a place to belong and a place to bloom into what purpose they wish to pursue in their lives.
Each member of this clan has their own lives and desires, but have agreed to come together and support one another, some more than others. The members have come to this clan for one reason or another and while they may contradict one another in some points, like a family they also will help eachother whenever one is in danger or need. This group is mained in a dream I have created in the game of Furcadia, there will also be a discord set up for more on the fly conversations.
