Fireharp

^{The Anima of Crows}

Enter he bawled the new Firedragon leader imposed. His voice boomed across the room as a figure with very very light footsteps walked forth. Black feet, dark wings. The sleek tall figurine entered.  For the death of the previous Lieutennant and of her battallion of orange flames! I've seen to that it rise again! The 3 figured dragon blurred. the steps stopped as the tall sleek figurine stood before the massive cradle, the holy furnace of the firedragons. Bowing down the nodded.

Behold Orangeflames! Your new Lieutennant. Fireharp. The Anima of Crows.

Silence fell as sounds of unexpect and astonishment filled the ranks of the now few remaining Orangeflamed dragons. Let alone did nobody expect a new lieutennant so far down the almost already abandoned division. They never even expected such a figure to be of such high divine status. That of not just a god or diety. But that of a Divine Animal god. One of Amigaelé's fallen messengers! They quickly bowed as the Lieutennant stood before them... Thumping her crossed shape wooden staff upon the ground. Her paws were ashen and like lava, brittled and cackled. spewing small flakes of burnt charcoal wherever she went. Veins of lava could be seen moving just under the cracks of her paws. 

Rise. My Legion. Rise before me and my master. For we have just grown stronger.  The crow goddess bowed, as the figure of yet another new commander loomed over them. This time, that of an even more ominous presence. Resolv