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@JustsomeTrash how does this look for family?
[quote="Family"]The title of [i]Papa[/i], Echo thinks, is one of the best, if not the best, in the world. There is no other word that can get him in such a good mood. There is no other word that makes him feel so happy. Whenever Young Forever approaches him, with a smile on her face and the word [i]Papa[/i] on her lips, Echo feels his heart and face soften as he leans down to give her a nuzzle and a kiss. She may not be his by blood, but as far as he is concerned, she is his.
Today, she runs up to Echo with a cluster of flowers clutched in her tiny paw. Ever since she was born, Echo knew that this little one was going to be his protectorate.
She had become his life. Never having hatchlings of his own, Echo is quite protective over all of the hatchlings, but Young Forever is special. She is his favorite, he has no doubt.
"What is it, my little darling?" Echo asks gently. She nuzzles his foreleg and then hands the flowers to him.
"They're just like your eyes, Papa!" She says excitedly, and then bounces away to search for more flowers, no doubt.
He loves her, yes. But gods, does she make his heart ache.
She reminds him so much of young Lightning, his nephew. So bright-eyed and ready to explore. So ready to take on the world. His eyes were just like hers.
Echo still remembers seeing the fear in them the night of the fire, when so many of his Clanmates perished. They were filled with so much fear, crying out in terror for his parents, for his family. Lightning had cried out for him, for Echo, but Echo had been unable to reach him in time. He hopes that the youngster was able to find his way out... but he knows, more than likely, that Lightning too had perished in the flames.
He can only hope that he did not suffer for long. There really was not more else that he could hope for.
Echo also remembers, barely, only just snippets of fleeting memories, his two twin brothers. He remembers wrestling by their mother's side, under their father's nose, the watchful eyes of their parents watching them at every moment. Imperials can be rough and tumble youngsters, and can easily become too rough with each other. But Echo was never that way. He preferred to be gentle, which often earned him scorn from his brothers.
He can only barely remember their scents now, and a few clips of their voices race through his ears. He cannot really even remember his own parents' voices that well, though he does still remember their names and ranks. Perhaps he would have been better off being born a Tundra rather than an Imperial.
But none of that really matters anymore. All that matters is taking care of the family he still has. He is now the father to so many young dragons who lost their families, that is his purpose now.
This is his family.[/quote]
@JustsomeTrash how does this look for family?
Family wrote:
The title of Papa, Echo thinks, is one of the best, if not the best, in the world. There is no other word that can get him in such a good mood. There is no other word that makes him feel so happy. Whenever Young Forever approaches him, with a smile on her face and the word Papa on her lips, Echo feels his heart and face soften as he leans down to give her a nuzzle and a kiss. She may not be his by blood, but as far as he is concerned, she is his.
Today, she runs up to Echo with a cluster of flowers clutched in her tiny paw. Ever since she was born, Echo knew that this little one was going to be his protectorate.
She had become his life. Never having hatchlings of his own, Echo is quite protective over all of the hatchlings, but Young Forever is special. She is his favorite, he has no doubt.
"What is it, my little darling?" Echo asks gently. She nuzzles his foreleg and then hands the flowers to him.
"They're just like your eyes, Papa!" She says excitedly, and then bounces away to search for more flowers, no doubt.
He loves her, yes. But gods, does she make his heart ache.
She reminds him so much of young Lightning, his nephew. So bright-eyed and ready to explore. So ready to take on the world. His eyes were just like hers.
Echo still remembers seeing the fear in them the night of the fire, when so many of his Clanmates perished. They were filled with so much fear, crying out in terror for his parents, for his family. Lightning had cried out for him, for Echo, but Echo had been unable to reach him in time. He hopes that the youngster was able to find his way out... but he knows, more than likely, that Lightning too had perished in the flames.
He can only hope that he did not suffer for long. There really was not more else that he could hope for.
Echo also remembers, barely, only just snippets of fleeting memories, his two twin brothers. He remembers wrestling by their mother's side, under their father's nose, the watchful eyes of their parents watching them at every moment. Imperials can be rough and tumble youngsters, and can easily become too rough with each other. But Echo was never that way. He preferred to be gentle, which often earned him scorn from his brothers.
He can only barely remember their scents now, and a few clips of their voices race through his ears. He cannot really even remember his own parents' voices that well, though he does still remember their names and ranks. Perhaps he would have been better off being born a Tundra rather than an Imperial.
But none of that really matters anymore. All that matters is taking care of the family he still has. He is now the father to so many young dragons who lost their families, that is his purpose now.
This is his family.
Today, she runs up to Echo with a cluster of flowers clutched in her tiny paw. Ever since she was born, Echo knew that this little one was going to be his protectorate.
She had become his life. Never having hatchlings of his own, Echo is quite protective over all of the hatchlings, but Young Forever is special. She is his favorite, he has no doubt.
"What is it, my little darling?" Echo asks gently. She nuzzles his foreleg and then hands the flowers to him.
"They're just like your eyes, Papa!" She says excitedly, and then bounces away to search for more flowers, no doubt.
He loves her, yes. But gods, does she make his heart ache.
She reminds him so much of young Lightning, his nephew. So bright-eyed and ready to explore. So ready to take on the world. His eyes were just like hers.
Echo still remembers seeing the fear in them the night of the fire, when so many of his Clanmates perished. They were filled with so much fear, crying out in terror for his parents, for his family. Lightning had cried out for him, for Echo, but Echo had been unable to reach him in time. He hopes that the youngster was able to find his way out... but he knows, more than likely, that Lightning too had perished in the flames.
He can only hope that he did not suffer for long. There really was not more else that he could hope for.
Echo also remembers, barely, only just snippets of fleeting memories, his two twin brothers. He remembers wrestling by their mother's side, under their father's nose, the watchful eyes of their parents watching them at every moment. Imperials can be rough and tumble youngsters, and can easily become too rough with each other. But Echo was never that way. He preferred to be gentle, which often earned him scorn from his brothers.
He can only barely remember their scents now, and a few clips of their voices race through his ears. He cannot really even remember his own parents' voices that well, though he does still remember their names and ranks. Perhaps he would have been better off being born a Tundra rather than an Imperial.
But none of that really matters anymore. All that matters is taking care of the family he still has. He is now the father to so many young dragons who lost their families, that is his purpose now.
This is his family.
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[b]Important/vital information:[/b] Lore tidbit is in her bio, including a bit of her history and a tiny bit of information about her personality. She's a cis female who, if she aged the same as humans, would probab;y be in, say, her early/mid-30s? She serves as an inventor / mad scientist within the Mosaic Haven. She considers [url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?p=lair&id=409344&tab=dragon&did=43689424]Zed[/url] and [url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?p=lair&id=409344&tab=dragon&did=44371777]Mayweather[/url] something like her children, since she created them.
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Important/vital information: Lore tidbit is in her bio, including a bit of her history and a tiny bit of information about her personality. She's a cis female who, if she aged the same as humans, would probab;y be in, say, her early/mid-30s? She serves as an inventor / mad scientist within the Mosaic Haven. She considers Zed and Mayweather something like her children, since she created them.
Segments you want: Short story
How long do you want each segment to be? Use a monster name: Rudakai
Payment method: treasure
Important/vital information: Lore tidbit is in her bio, including a bit of her history and a tiny bit of information about her personality. She's a cis female who, if she aged the same as humans, would probab;y be in, say, her early/mid-30s? She serves as an inventor / mad scientist within the Mosaic Haven. She considers Zed and Mayweather something like her children, since she created them.
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@SmilingVirus how's this for some personality?
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Her jaws part in a gasp as her body gives a violent twitch, and she awakens. Cinnabar's eyes spring open like a spring loaded trap, darting from side to side before she scrambles out of her nest. Ah, yes, her nest. Right. This is where she fell asleep the night before, and this is where she has awoken. Her paranoid personality makes it hard for her to calm down, but anyone would be paranoid, she thinks, if only they had been through what she has been through. For it does not take long to see what is wrong with Cinnabar's appearance.
This Pearlcatcher has no wings, and no pearl. Both have been violently taken from her by the same dragon, the species of which she now refuses to associate with or allow her subjects to associate with either. Cinnabar is an iron-clawed Dictator of sorts, but really only when it comes to the Ridgeback issue. She could care less about who else her subjects choose to associate with, as long as they are not Ridgebacks. Even so, most of her subjects dare not cross her.
Cinnabar is a brutal creature. More dragons have died from her claws and jaws than almost any other dragon in the Clan, ever. She appears so dainty, so innocent, it is hard to imagine her sinking her teeth and claws into the flesh of another, and yet. Here she stands, having done just that over and over again. Having done just that so many times, her teeth are stained a pale pink from the blood. She's gone frenzied without her pearl, turning to anything she can to fill the void her pearl has left.
It's led to some rather unhealthy things, things she'd rather not speak about, not now and not ever.
Her emotions change rapidly. Sometimes she even bursts into tears without realizing why she's doing it. Of course, this only happens while she's alone, and never in the company of other dragons. She cannot afford to show weakness in front of the other dragons, lest they decide to tear her apart as she has done so many times before to her own people.
So instead of showing any weakness, instead of showing any sign that she is a dragon, a mortal dragon just like the rest of them, she keeps her mouth shut and turns her head away, turns her back on everything that makes a dragon a dragon.
She cannot afford to show weakness.
This Pearlcatcher has no wings, and no pearl. Both have been violently taken from her by the same dragon, the species of which she now refuses to associate with or allow her subjects to associate with either. Cinnabar is an iron-clawed Dictator of sorts, but really only when it comes to the Ridgeback issue. She could care less about who else her subjects choose to associate with, as long as they are not Ridgebacks. Even so, most of her subjects dare not cross her.
Cinnabar is a brutal creature. More dragons have died from her claws and jaws than almost any other dragon in the Clan, ever. She appears so dainty, so innocent, it is hard to imagine her sinking her teeth and claws into the flesh of another, and yet. Here she stands, having done just that over and over again. Having done just that so many times, her teeth are stained a pale pink from the blood. She's gone frenzied without her pearl, turning to anything she can to fill the void her pearl has left.
It's led to some rather unhealthy things, things she'd rather not speak about, not now and not ever.
Her emotions change rapidly. Sometimes she even bursts into tears without realizing why she's doing it. Of course, this only happens while she's alone, and never in the company of other dragons. She cannot afford to show weakness in front of the other dragons, lest they decide to tear her apart as she has done so many times before to her own people.
So instead of showing any weakness, instead of showing any sign that she is a dragon, a mortal dragon just like the rest of them, she keeps her mouth shut and turns her head away, turns her back on everything that makes a dragon a dragon.
She cannot afford to show weakness.
@SmilingVirus how's this for some personality?
Quote:
Her jaws part in a gasp as her body gives a violent twitch, and she awakens. Cinnabar's eyes spring open like a spring loaded trap, darting from side to side before she scrambles out of her nest. Ah, yes, her nest. Right. This is where she fell asleep the night before, and this is where she has awoken. Her paranoid personality makes it hard for her to calm down, but anyone would be paranoid, she thinks, if only they had been through what she has been through. For it does not take long to see what is wrong with Cinnabar's appearance.
This Pearlcatcher has no wings, and no pearl. Both have been violently taken from her by the same dragon, the species of which she now refuses to associate with or allow her subjects to associate with either. Cinnabar is an iron-clawed Dictator of sorts, but really only when it comes to the Ridgeback issue. She could care less about who else her subjects choose to associate with, as long as they are not Ridgebacks. Even so, most of her subjects dare not cross her.
Cinnabar is a brutal creature. More dragons have died from her claws and jaws than almost any other dragon in the Clan, ever. She appears so dainty, so innocent, it is hard to imagine her sinking her teeth and claws into the flesh of another, and yet. Here she stands, having done just that over and over again. Having done just that so many times, her teeth are stained a pale pink from the blood. She's gone frenzied without her pearl, turning to anything she can to fill the void her pearl has left.
It's led to some rather unhealthy things, things she'd rather not speak about, not now and not ever.
Her emotions change rapidly. Sometimes she even bursts into tears without realizing why she's doing it. Of course, this only happens while she's alone, and never in the company of other dragons. She cannot afford to show weakness in front of the other dragons, lest they decide to tear her apart as she has done so many times before to her own people.
So instead of showing any weakness, instead of showing any sign that she is a dragon, a mortal dragon just like the rest of them, she keeps her mouth shut and turns her head away, turns her back on everything that makes a dragon a dragon.
She cannot afford to show weakness.
This Pearlcatcher has no wings, and no pearl. Both have been violently taken from her by the same dragon, the species of which she now refuses to associate with or allow her subjects to associate with either. Cinnabar is an iron-clawed Dictator of sorts, but really only when it comes to the Ridgeback issue. She could care less about who else her subjects choose to associate with, as long as they are not Ridgebacks. Even so, most of her subjects dare not cross her.
Cinnabar is a brutal creature. More dragons have died from her claws and jaws than almost any other dragon in the Clan, ever. She appears so dainty, so innocent, it is hard to imagine her sinking her teeth and claws into the flesh of another, and yet. Here she stands, having done just that over and over again. Having done just that so many times, her teeth are stained a pale pink from the blood. She's gone frenzied without her pearl, turning to anything she can to fill the void her pearl has left.
It's led to some rather unhealthy things, things she'd rather not speak about, not now and not ever.
Her emotions change rapidly. Sometimes she even bursts into tears without realizing why she's doing it. Of course, this only happens while she's alone, and never in the company of other dragons. She cannot afford to show weakness in front of the other dragons, lest they decide to tear her apart as she has done so many times before to her own people.
So instead of showing any weakness, instead of showing any sign that she is a dragon, a mortal dragon just like the rest of them, she keeps her mouth shut and turns her head away, turns her back on everything that makes a dragon a dragon.
She cannot afford to show weakness.