Born and raised in a Coatl-only lair, Claudius did not come into contact with other dragon breeds until later in his life. He grew up with a heavily Coatl-influenced view on the world and strong beliefs into Sornieth's deities. His younger brother Ambrose was born with only a small gap in age and the two were inseparable. They did almost everything together, even as they grew older. Claudius was the passionate and loud one, while Ambrose was calm and optimistic. No matter what happened, they'd have each other's backs in a brotherly balance.

It was when they had just grown into adults that they decided to leave their sheltered home together and see the wonders of the world. On this journey, the brothers came across a wind clan, where Ambrose fell in love with a black feathered Skydancer named Fate.

Claudius knew the stories the elders told about dragons with no color to feathers and scales. They carried sickness and bad luck, cursing whoever stayed with them. But being with Fate and seeing Ambrose happy and filled with affection made Claudius doubt the elders' stories. He was convinced they were words spoken in fear and ignorance.

A movement below her caught Fate’s attention. Something hurried through the trees below, something too big to be a deer or another animal. Normally, Fate would not waste much thought on it, as many other dragons were roaming around the Crystalspine Reaches. However, something about the movements of the shadow below stroke her as odd. It almost seemed like the dragon was running from something?
“Nemoni.” Fate didn’t even have to shout to get her friend’s attention. Nemoni turned mid-air, following Fate’s gaze to the ground. Simultaneously, both dragons dived down a bit to get a better view on the events taking place.
A Skydancer broke out from the woods onto a clearing. Their scales were black, sunlight reflected from the delicate silver ornaments on their body and wings. They stopped in their tracks for a split second, looking back to where they came from. They seemed not to notice the two spectators in the sky. Unattentive. A very dangerous trait.
Suddenly, a second dragon jumped out from between the trees. It was a Guardian, more than twice the size of Silver, as Fate dubbed the Skydancer in her head. Her scales shimmered in the color of liquid blood. Even from her distant position, Fate could see the crimson one’s threatening gesture as she approached the ornamented one. They in turn made a few hasty steps back, apparently preparing to run. But they were too slow. Crimson leaped forward, jumping for their throat. Only barely, her prey managed to evade the attack, almost stumbling.
"Seems that luck's on their side at least", Fate commented dryly. Inwardly, however, she was contemplating what to do. Silver was not her problem, she didn't even know them. Her and Nemoni had a mission to fulfill and getting involved would not only endanger that, but their lives as well.
"No", Nemoni answered next to her, her gaze fixed on the fighting pair, "she's just playing him."