Despite being Sharpbeak's brother, she doesn't cut him slacks. He is also not fit to take the role of the leader which requires reliability and some scrupulousness. He is quite content that his sister takes care of the logistics. So he can just jump straight into the fight. His magic relates to anything dark balancing on the verge of necromancy, but bringing much more straight damage. He is the only member who always takes his petpet for the missions. Fed by fear Harpagon shifts his shape into ferocious hell hound. Danakar's main weapon is his guitar.

Short Stories

The parents guided their children through a murky corridor which led to a huge hall similar to the Altador Colosseum. Row of cascade balconies encircled the area on which a survival game took place. So far there never was a winner. There were no seats for the spectators except the royal throne hidden in the shade of large pillars – the Lord's seat. There was a murmur of quiet chat and everyone already knew who the sentenced person was before an official announcement to open the punishment ceremony was made. It was not common to see children at a place like this, so Sharpbeak and Danakar were another topic of the whispered disputes. But for everyone there's time to learn and it is better to do it quick at the Darigan Citadel. When the ceremony started, the small chats ended and all eyes were fixed at the arena, where the former Darigan knight, accused of betrayal, was dragged to the center by the guards and released from his chains. Having free hands and legs gave him no advantage over the pack of ravenous Werhonds that did not get their dinner, yet.
The boy who came with his sister and parents: the short Darigan Kyrii, not older than 11, with his mane neatly cut in a "page" fashion, dressed in black trousers and formal shirt, was observing the scene. He did not look away even for a moment. He seemed paralyzed by the "show". Suddenly, when the Werhonds were putting a swift end to the fight, his voice broke the silence: "Mom, Dad, can I get a puppy?".
Sharpbeak glanced at Danakar and it came to her that her brother is an total idiot, but this time, she was quite sure of it.
The Sorceress and First Charge Division Captain suddenly felt all eyes focused at them.
Before they could respond to their son's unexpected behavior, Creek noiselessly glided up to them, suddenly revealing his presence to them with a meaningful cough. Creek was one of the Lord's Darigan closest minions and one of these that never get invited by other minions to the parties. Probably neither the Lord would invite him to a party, if he ever threw parties, that is. "Our Majesssty, Lord Darigan is dissspleassed with you." the skinny Lenny made shifty eyes. He spoke as if he suffered from asthma – a common condition of those who are on the dark side of the force. "You are ssspoiling the atmosssphere.".
The Captain and Sorceress knew better: they did not dare to look toards the stone pillars and throne, as they knew the sight of displeased Lord would be more unpleasant that what just occurred on the arena below. They hastily left the dome, dragging the little trouble-maker with them. Danakar started to suspect he would have to wait for the puppy longer than he first thought.

There would be no darkness without light. Even more subtle relationship between the two could be observed where there where only scarce and unstable sources of light: it made the darkness acquire a character, a menacing one. Such conditions were in Danakar's room where only several, strategically placed candles were casting a flickering light over the array of occult objects arranged inside a pentagram. The teen Darigan Kyrii could comprehend the obscure secrets of dark magic, but he did not understand why his parents were getting so snappy whenever he mentioned he wanted a puppy. What was the big deal? But since he didn't get it for birthday, he was determined to get it by himself. In all the ancient spell scrolls and volumes of mystic knowledge he did not find a single good puppy-making recipe. That was always the cause: you couldn't find the right spell. So he combined all information he found relevant and now was eager to try it out. He made sure all doors and windows were closed and that no one will interrupt him. The ritual has started...

The guards at this level always felt weird in the presence of Sorceress children. There was something eerie about that Eyrie and her brother, even for the Citadel's standards. Seeing Danakar crawling on the floor like the filthiest bug that emerged from the dark pipes of some cosmic sever, was something they would never forget. What kind of wicked evil force could tarnish the boy who was no newbie to the dark magic?
Danakar wanted to keep the puppy-summoning ritual a secret to his parents. To his mother, in particular. Especially, that it was a fail. Now, if he only could make his limbs work properly again and let the overwhelming exhaustion vanish...

The clouds started gathering in the sky with a promise of a heavy rain and a storm maybe. Even if, surely not as powerful as the one which occurred several months ago, thought one of the guards who entered the stable. The stable boy reported one of their canine beasts was now a mother. Indeed she awaited them inside her nest made of hay and rags and raised her head as the two guards entered. Anyone at this time was an unwanted visitors. She gnarled revealing her sharp teeth, then calmed down a bit feeling the familiar scent in her nostrils, but still kept an eye on both men. There should be puppies: a bunch of squeaking blobs with undistinguishable "front end" and "back end". Just as it ought to look like. Except there was only one there, which looked more like a suggestion of a puppy. The younger guard pointed to it:
Shouldn't there be more? Ya said they tend to come in bunches. It looks kinda odd to me. Say, Grol, should we do something with it, eh?".
The older guard called Grol, as someone with more life experience, gave the suitable answer:"Nyaaah, let it be. C'mon lad, we have some cards to play and that Bomberry Grog not gonna drink itself up." And left the stable with the younger guard.
Deep inside his tiny primitive mind the odd puppy was certain there already was a master who awaited him.