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BRONZE PACKAGE
- 20kt/ 20g
- 300-400 words
- Short snippet about personality, hobbies and desires
- Past or present tense on request
- Can be to the point or verging on mysterious
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Paprika was the shyest one of the group, unlike what her name suggested. She was always quick to duck away from a crowd in search for a more comfortable environment. She never crossed paths with trouble, and trouble didn’t seem to find her either. It was just her luck that she lived in such a peaceful side of the valley, where the tendrils of loneliness turned into self reflective rituals.
She often spent her time crafting nests- glorious and intricate designs with flowers and branches of all kind. To take from nature meant that she had to give back to nature the equivalent of what she thought was both art and handiness. In the market, many dragons clamoured to buy her goods for their familiars and she enjoyed the feeling that a little bit of her touched the homes of so many. And yet to say that it was difficult to part with her creations was an understatement. Every day brought in some coin for her wares, yet every day meant she was always giving a part of her soul through hard work to strangers.
It was perhaps the duality of choice that made her stand apart. Meek yet with a name that carried a punch, willing to give yet sad to part with, Paprika had always struggled to understand herself. Society had a way of arranging herself in patterns she couldn’t comprehend. There were tre brave and strong, the humble and cheerful, but rarely did she meet a dragon that was sweet and sour at the same time. She often feared that her one of a kindness would only push her further apart from her community, despite many reassuring her that her place amongst them was cherished.
More than anything, Paprika wished she could understand the world. She sought to improve and force herself to new horizons, and it was her only hope that one day she might allow someone to enter if only to feel less of an oddball.
Others claimed there was a spectrum, but she never quite understood that to be true. Wouldn’t that mean that she could find herself somewhere in between too? Somewhere where too far and too little met and also felt like the home of her spirit.
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SILVER PACKAGE
- 40kt/ 40g
- 400-700 words
- Longer snippet about personality, hobbies and desires
- Past or present tense on request
- Can be to the point or verging on mysterious
- Can include one other dragon/ character
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“Aha! You dare show yourself, you vile beast!” Rorshawk flung a wooden sword in circular patterns before him, studying his pose in an old, time kissed mirror. He inched a wing further to the right, exposing a combination of knockoff charms and beads. Adjusting his left leg gave him a more imposing figure, and his long neck stiffened up with pride.
“Eh, you always go over the top for these scenes.” another dragon spoke from a heap of pillows in the background.
Rorshawk turned with the elegance of an artist. His pirate costume rattled and shifted uncomfortably around his torso, and he was quick to pull the fabric back in place. “Says you! I haven’t seen you practice all day…” the Skydancer muttered back. His voice was sharp and forcefully elegant. His self- confidence poured into every gesture, even as he flung the feathered had to the side.
His friend got up from his spot. “When I’ll get more than one line I’ll see to it that I practice daily alongside you,” he said and left, leaving the echo of his jealousy behind.
It couldn’t be helped. The star of the show was expected to have the best lines. He walked over to the window of his travelling cart, watching the band put together the stage and decorations. On the far side of the forest opening their banner hung high and shifted with the wind.
Lady Mira’s Travelling Theater. Soon, it would be his name up there, if only he held on to hope for a little bit longer.
Rorshawk seldom let the anguish of others interfere with his practice, but there was something about the way other dragons looked at him sometimes that brought into question whether his fame was more important than his relationships. He turned from the window and struggled with his costume again, his seafoam fur clashing violently with the deep red clothes.
‘Tomorrow. Tomorrow I will fix it with Lemon. I’ll talk to Mira, give him better parts. Tomorrow…’ he convinced himself, as he did every time his friend walked out on him. A part of him worried that pushing others towards greatness might result in his downfall, but he couldn’t say that he didn’t try to do better, to be more present, to understand.
Acting was his passion. The stage was his home and nothing in the world could make him feel warmer than the rich response from fans after each show. The lifestyle of the rich and famous was a destination to die for, and Rorshawk had a way of fighting for his dreams that few other dragons could relate to. Did he care for whatever else the world had to offer? There was travel, there was conquest, there were territories to be liberated but he could only see a path of self fulfilment through entertainment. The others could have all the glory of warrior tribes while he danced with a wooden sword for applause and recognition.
He cleared his throat and peaced the room, singing notes deep and high. Closing his eyes as he practiced, he could already picture that banner with his name on it.
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GOLD PACKAGE
- 70kt/ 70g
- 700-1000 words
- Even longer snippet about personality, hobbies and desires
- Past or present tense on request, as well as a combination of both.
- Can be to the point or verging on mysterious
- Can include one other dragon/ character, with greater detail
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Angeline is a mother dragon. Her nest is always the most tidiest and warmest of them all, and she wants for nothing else than the happiness and safety of her hatchlings. She is the eldest of five sisters and knows the value of family, so as she often sends her prayers up to the Lightweaver she keeps in mind the privilege of a humble yet fulfilling life.
Her scales shine bright orange under the warm rays of the sun. Her hatchlings often nibble and play with her plethora of gems, astonished by their light purple reflections. She offers up her noble wings to the playful bunch, and they tickle her with every jump and flutter. Imperials and Mirrors alike giggle and hiss at each other under her watchful eye, and she is always quick to remind her sons and daughters that the only thing standing between a tickle session and violent scratching is too much vigor.
Unlike most mothers in the clan, Angeline likes letting her children be children for a little while longer. She knows that beyond the safe enclosure of their home there is a world to conquer, as her aging scars remind her daily. Many of them- too many, she believes, venture out into the world with the sole purpose of serving their Light mother, so she clings to every moment near them, sparing loving eyes towards her mate Lund every chance she gets.
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“Motherhood has hardened you.” Lund chuckled, nudging her with his warm nose.
She rolls her eyes but is otherwise unable to hide her smile. A few feet ahead a group of hatchlings sway and dance in the wind, each trying to one up each other in their play. “I would have thought the Mire hardened me.” she answers, tired but aware.
“Those days are behind us.” he stretches his wings and huddles closer to her side. His pale green colors get lost under her bright complexion.
Angeline had spent the better part of her life fighting the Beastclans, she didn’t want to think about those days despite prompting the conversation in that direction herself. Lund understood her silence as a sign to talk about something different, and she loved him all the more for it. They watched their children squeal with joy and closed their eyes, trying to get some rest.
After a moment, it was she who spoke again. “How was gathering today?”
“Ahh… I’ve replenished our supplies of gravel.” He mused.
“Baldwin’s going to enjoy that.” Angeline joked, her wings fluttering.
“He does have an affinity for Ooze, doesn’t he?” Lund pushed right back.
That's what she lived for now. The sound of her hatchlings never too far away, mindless conversations with Lund, nothing out of the ordinary. Simplicity graced her, she wouldn’t have had it any other way.
One of her daughters leapt off a rock and landed with a clumsy thud amongst her siblings. A moment later a wail could be heard.
Angeline was the first one up. “Ouf… how many times did I have to tell you to be careful?” she shook her head at the bunch, gently making her way to her fallen one. She checked the little scar on her leg and shushed the girl, promising her that everything was going to be alright.
Lund watched the display. “I was wrong, it seems,” he whispered to himself calmly. A moment later he joined the group, trying to stop the teasing, older brothers from laughing at their less than graceful sister.
She let the baby Mirror climb between her wings and returned to her earlier spot while the rest of the children ambushed Lund. Settling down, she felt her tiny little claws adjust on her back, but no protests came from Angeline. The day had barely reached its peak and she was already tired, but she never let that bring her down.
“Are you upset with me, mummy?”
“Now, why would I be upset?”
“Cause I fell…”
Angeline purred. The light vibrations caused her baby girl to clutch onto her back tighter before calming down. “A fall’s nothing to cry about. And it’s nothing to be upset about either.”
“And a scar? I’m gonna have a scar, won’t I?”
“Lots of dragons have lots of scars, and that’s alright too.”
“You have many scars too, mummy.”
“Mhmm, I got those in the Mire.”
“Will I be going to the Mire soon too?”
“Maybe, when you’re older.” she looked back and nuzzled her.
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DIAMOND PACKAGE
- 90kt/ 90g
- 1000-1400 words
- Even longer snippet about personality, hobbies and desires
- Past or present tense on request, as well as a combination of both.
- Can be to the point or verging on mysterious
- Can include three other dragon/ character, with greater detail
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PLATINUM PACKAGE
- 150kt/ 150g
- 1400-1900 words
- Even longer snippet about personality, hobbies and desires
- Past or present tense on request, as well as a combination of both.
- Can be to the point or verging on mysterious
- Can include three other dragon/ character, with greater detail
- Includes poetry
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The way the windlight catches on your royal crown with sorrow
Reflects your darker way of life, you're lighter than a sparrow.
Candescent sulphur light at dusk, revered by shadow nymphs
Won't catch you in a million years, not even in a glimpse.
They praise your might with songs a-glory, content to see you shimmer
But they don't know the hurt within, your tears are ever thinner.
The past moves back, the future comes, destined to dance forever
You live in limbo and are crazed to seek the love you've severed.
There's emptiness inside you now, sophisticated matter
Between salvation and despair... you'll always chose the latter.
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ROYAL PACKAGE
- Group lore, 80kt/ 80g per dragon for four dragons
- 90kt/ 90g for any additional dragon after the four
- 1400-2000 words per dragon
- Even longer snippet about personality, hobbies and desires
- Past or present tense on request, as well as a combination of both.
- Can be to the point or verging on mysterious
- Can include three other dragon/ character, with greater detail
- Includes poetry
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Bronze package VS Royal package
With Royal package you not only get more words and some poetry for each dragon, but you also get interconnected lore and a greater chance of more detailed snippets about each dragon. You may order four Bronze Packages for four different dragons for a cheaper rate, but there is no guarantee that I will formulate an inclusive story.
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