Coal was a vagrant, roving from territory to territory, seeking a plot of land to his standards. Problem being, Coal's standards for territory were absurdly high - and oftentimes only possible within already occupied territory. As such, Coal got into many battles with any clan he thought he could usurp, each ending with him fleeing, bloody and bruised, from the fight he started. Despite this, he continues on, searching for that perfect spot, inhabited or not. Eventually, he was scouting a promising bit of land in the nature territory, Coal encountered another imperial, his rusty red scales painted in vivid contrast against the greenery. Quickly shaking off his awe, Coal took a threatening posture, assuming that the dragon before him was the
