The new member of Fenrir is pretty awesome. She treats me with the respect and deference that I am due, as a Royal Frilled Dragon. When we found out for whom she works, the Splugorth Forcryst, we were shocked and alarmed, but she told us this in the same breath she told us she plans to pit the Vampire Intelligence, Vladipar (who is apparently not dead) against him. As with all of the most powerful beings in the universe, I allowed her to do the work of getting vengeance against a being who would dare drink dragon blood. Whether the blood was donated or not is of no consequence. What matters is that the tick was drinking Dragons, and my loyal follower acted on my behalf. Even so, my power truly knows no bounds, and I have recently surpassed even the power of Auntie Tyrania Gaze, which Fenrir once was too worried to truly confront. It is important for my followers to show their strength and dedication to the extent of their abilities, but the destruction of Tyrania is up to me. I have begun to plan her demise. It's only natural for the Royal Frilled to bring the lesser races to heel. Her vile sin against Dragonkind is without possible excuse, and she will be the best demonstration of my prowess for the other dragons. As I write those words, visions of ruling over the swath of lands called the Dragonlands fills my mind's eye. Dragons will take over the surface of Rifts Earth, it is only a matter of time. Then I can claim the Royal Seat beneath the Earth's crust, as is my birthright.
