After the founding of Badburn, the streets began to whisper the name. It wasn't just a gang anymore  it was a movement, a force that grew stronger with every passing day. 

But with strength came tests, and with tests came the question of loyalty.

Every member of Badburn carried the dragon tattoo on their back. For most, it was a simple symbol, a badge of honor. 

But for the leaders, Jeydon and RB, it was a living flame  a binding oath that no member would betray the family.

The tattoo itself was a masterpiece. For regular members, it was a fierce red and black dragon, sprawling across their backs in intricate detail. 

But as a member rose in rank and reputation, the dragon changed  flickers

of blue and gold would dance among the scales, glowing faintly in the dark, a visible sign of their power and status.

Jeydons own tattoo was a blazing masterpiece  red and blue merging into a fiery storm, a symbol of his unyielding will. 

Meanwhile, RBs was pure black with streaks of silver, showing the calm but deadly precision of his martial skills.

One night, as the gang gathered in their usual hangout  an abandoned warehouse by the river  the air thickened with tension. 

Rumors were spreading that rival gangs were planning a coordinated attack, aiming to wipe out Badburn and claim their territory.

Jeydon stood at the center, his voice steady but fierce as he addressed his brothers in arms.

No matter what comes, remember this  Badburn is more than just a name. Its blood. Its loyalty. Its fire. And no one betrays that.

At his side stood RB, ready to back him up with every ounce of skill and strength he possessed.

Suddenly, from the shadows, a young recruit stepped forward. His dragon tattoo was still the basic red and black, but his eyes burned with determination.

Im ready to prove myself, he said, voice firm. No one will tear Badburn apart while Im here.

Jeydon nodded, placing a hand on the recruits shoulder. Good. Because here, every fight is not just for territory, but for the family. And the family never falls.

That night, the gang trained harder than ever, preparing for the battle ahead. They drilled their moves, sharpened their reflexes, and forged their minds as one.

The dragon tattoos glowed faintly in the dark  a silent promise that Badburn would rise from the ashes, fiercer than before.