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[size=4][color=#7B3C1D][i]You are deep in a dark wood. There is nothing around you but trees, as far as the eye can see. Gnarled branches reach toward the sky like so many arms.
From behind one of the trees steps a Wildclaw. Light blue accents her body, while her face is hidden behind a bird's skull, adorned with feathers. Skulls hang from a leather string around her neck.
And then she speaks.[/i]
"Welcome, traveler. You look lost. Oh? Who am I? My name is Rigardon, Keeper of this little shop.
"Shop? What shop? This forest is the shop. You see, contained within each tree is a story, waiting to be written. You look like you could one.
"Come, sit down. For a fee, I could give you a story of your very own."
You are deep in a dark wood. There is nothing around you but trees, as far as the eye can see. Gnarled branches reach toward the sky like so many arms.
From behind one of the trees steps a Wildclaw. Light blue accents her body, while her face is hidden behind a bird's skull, adorned with feathers. Skulls hang from a leather string around her neck.
And then she speaks.
"Welcome, traveler. You look lost. Oh? Who am I? My name is Rigardon, Keeper of this little shop.
"Shop? What shop? This forest is the shop. You see, contained within each tree is a story, waiting to be written. You look like you could one.
"Come, sit down. For a fee, I could give you a story of your very own."
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Pressed Moonflower
Organics
Books: They have the power to convey knowledge, skills, and stories! They also have the power to flatten plants.
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Pressed Morning Glory
Organics
Artists are always taking three dimensional objects and creating two dimensional representations.
- All FR rules apply. Please do not request something that violates the ToS or Code of Conduct. I will refuse outright.
- I accept both treasure and gems at a rate of 1:1000.
- Please send a PM with your payment once you get my ping saying that I have started. I will not accept the money until after I have sent your story and you ha e okayed it.
- Please do not claim my work as your own, and give me credit in your dragon’s bio or the lore page. I would love it if you would link back to my lore shop!
- I reserve the right to post your commissions as examples in this shop unless requested otherwise. If you are not comfortable with this, please say so.
- There is a limit of two requests per order. This is so that I don’t get too overwhelmed.
- I accept orders for OCs. I love writing about OCs, and would be glad to write about yours!
- I will send you a PM with a link to Google Docs. Please save the writing, as I can't be guaranteed to keep it for ever.
- I offer up to three free revisions. After that, any further revisions will be 5kt/g.
I love art trades, and would always be up for one!
Services
Bios: I will write a biography of your dragon, including personality traits, history and relation to others in the clan.
Short Stories: I will write a short story (<500 words) of your dragon or character.
Medium Stories: I will write a story of medium length (500-1000 words) of your dragon or character.
Long Stories: I will write a story at least 1000 words long. Every 100 words, the price will increase by 10kt/10g.
Blank Slate: For an extra 100kt/100g, I will completely make up everything about your dragon. That includes personality, history and relations. This may be used for both bios and stories.
Prices
Prices are subject to change.
10kt/g per 100 words. So different word counts would look like this:
- All FR rules apply. Please do not request something that violates the ToS or Code of Conduct. I will refuse outright.
- I accept both treasure and gems at a rate of 1:1000.
- Please send a PM with your payment once you get my ping saying that I have started. I will not accept the money until after I have sent your story and you ha e okayed it.
- Please do not claim my work as your own, and give me credit in your dragon’s bio or the lore page. I would love it if you would link back to my lore shop!
- I reserve the right to post your commissions as examples in this shop unless requested otherwise. If you are not comfortable with this, please say so.
- There is a limit of two requests per order. This is so that I don’t get too overwhelmed.
- I accept orders for OCs. I love writing about OCs, and would be glad to write about yours!
- I will send you a PM with a link to Google Docs. Please save the writing, as I can't be guaranteed to keep it for ever.
- I offer up to three free revisions. After that, any further revisions will be 5kt/g.
I love art trades, and would always be up for one!
Services
Bios: I will write a biography of your dragon, including personality traits, history and relation to others in the clan.
Short Stories: I will write a short story (<500 words) of your dragon or character.
Medium Stories: I will write a story of medium length (500-1000 words) of your dragon or character.
Long Stories: I will write a story at least 1000 words long. Every 100 words, the price will increase by 10kt/10g.
Blank Slate: For an extra 100kt/100g, I will completely make up everything about your dragon. That includes personality, history and relations. This may be used for both bios and stories.
Prices
Prices are subject to change.
10kt/g per 100 words. So different word counts would look like this:
100 words: 10kt/10g.
200 words: 20kt/20g
300 words: 30kt/30g
400 words: 40kt/40g
500 words: 50kt/50g
1000 words: 100kt/100g
Blank Slate: Extra 100kt/100g
Slots
1. Open
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Ping List
1. Open
2. Open
3. Open
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Pressed Moonflower
Organics
Books: They have the power to convey knowledge, skills, and stories! They also have the power to flatten plants.
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Pressed Morning Glory
Organics
Artists are always taking three dimensional objects and creating two dimensional representations.
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[quote=Beowyr (417)]
Beowyr, or Beo as he prefers to be called, is the Guardian of the lair. Friendly and loyal, yet fiercely protective, he will guard hatchlings with his life. He and Faera, along with their older sister Sylvara, began the Spyrefall Clan, named after the Spyre Falls of their home.
He started his life deep in the Crystalspine Reaches of the Starfall Isles, near the Spyre Falls. He has no mother or father; instead, his egg was created from a falling star and hatched at the dawn of winter. Despite being Arcane in nature, he is more like an Ice dragon than one would expect; he is impervious to the cold, although he favors scarves and other such wintery apparel.
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[quote=Meghan (335)]
Icy. Cold. These are traits that most dragons would use to describe Meghan. With a stern, no-nonsense demeanor, sarcastic streak and little time for jokes, Meg takes anything and everything very, very seriously. She has no time for "idiots" and has a tendency to speak in monosyllables to those she deems unworthy of her time. Which, honestly, is most.
With an attitude like that, it may seem like Meg has no friends. But once you get past her icy exterior, you'll find a quick-witted and loyal friend. Beowyr is one such lucky soul.
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[quote=Sylvara (267)]
Sylvara was born to Midnightstorm and Dreamwalker in the magic of the Focal Point or the Arcane Lands. Despite the area being a high point for magic, she has no interest in the arcane arts; she can be surprisingly vicious, clashing with claws and teeth, just like the "commoners" as her parents would put it. But hers is a graceful strength, an almost dance of claws. Because of her looks she is constantly underestimated.
That would be the enemy's first, and last, mistake.
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[quote=Sylvara (417)]
It was a cold night in the Crystalspine Reaches, on the brink of winter. A lone dragon shivered and drew her wings in closer to her body, trying to keep warm in the chill of the air. She had been walking for days; having left her parents back at the magical hub of the Focal Point, she had been traveling alone for weeks, flying by day and resting by night.
But this night she was too tired to fly any further, yet too restless to sleep. She had a strange feeling that something was about to occur, something important. She had seen the first falling star three nights ago, and the second the night before. Both had landed in the same direction.
She would find out what those falling stars signified.
Out of the darkness came a soft cry. Sylvara, as she has named herself soon after setting off on her own, perked her ears up. It was the cry of a hatchling.
And it was coming from the same area that the star had fallen.
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[quote=Clockwork (594)]
Lore’s eyes softened at his mate’s words. “Wächter says that there is another dragon in the area,” he said. “A female Wildclaw. Beowyr and Sylvara have gone to check it out; Wächter is staying behind to guard the hatchlings.”
Clock frowned. “And are they worried?”
Lore paused. “I’m not sure,” he admitted. “Wächter is, but then again he’s always worried.” He paused again, longer this time. Clock frowned.
“What’s wrong?” she asked.
Lore sighed. “Beo’s hopeful,” he said quietly. “He said he thinks this may be the one.”
“The dragon he’s looking for?”
“Yes.”
“Well then what’s the problem?”
“I’m afraid of the effect it’ll have on him if it isn’t. You’ve seen how morose he’s been getting lately; I don’t want to see him get even worse.”
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[quote=Owl (836)]
Fire. It was everywhere, burning everything it touched and eating up everything in its path. The light from the blaze drowned out that of the stars and even the moon, lighting up the sky in a reddish hazy glow.
Owl stared down at it from her place in the sky, reveling in the way the flames licked the air. It was beautiful, a warm orange with flecks of red and yellow that roared with an inner life as it destroyed the Riveters' homes. The spiral dragon smirked at the sight. That would drive them out for sure.
With a powerful flap of her wings Owl was gone into the night, the only sign she had been there the powerful flames and thick charcoal smoke.
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[quote=Dracula (561)]
[i]Poetry of the Storm Clan[/i]
“That is a beautiful book,” Grey said, interrupting Dracula’s thoughts. He looked up at them. “It is a copy of the original. The Storm Clan lives in the Shifting Expanse, yet is full of poets whose words come to life on the page.”
Dracula nodded and opened the book. He read the first page.
[i]Shifting, tilting,
The sands cover us.
They cover our backs, our heads,
Leaving little room for air.
They are everywhere, and yet
Nowhere at all.
Black crows fly above,
Escaping the sand’s wrath.
Oh! How beautiful is it,
The hand of Time
Which reaches down,
Grasps at our throats with gentle hands.
The sand shifts. We are buried,
Once more, in Time’s gentle touch.[/i][/quote]
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[quote=Maelrys (1112)]
Stone pillars rose from the sand like trees, half an archway still hanging over the entrance. The walls of the temple were broken off in chunks, huge stone blocks laying scattered around both the inside and outside. It looked as if time had done quite a number on the building, Maelrys thought, gazing at the ruins around her. She walked through the pillars into the entrance to the temple. It was large and open, with openings that must have once been doorways posted at regular intervals and walls that towered over her in some spots and barely came up to her knees in others.
At the back of the temple stood an altar. It too was made of stone, and although it was as worn as the rest of the temple it seemed to be in decent enough condition. Maelrys took a rather indirect route toward it, walking close to the sides of the building so she could inspect the walls. They seemed to be made of sandstone and were a dark gray in color. Faint carvings were inscribed on the side, and Maelrys stopped in front of one to view it closer. It seemed to be a mural, and looked to depict a god of some sort – a guardian, rising up on spread wings with a halo of light surrounding the head. The dragon’s lower half was buried in the sand, but it was still beautiful.
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[quote=Hyperion (1191)]
“You do not belong here.”
It was coming from behind me. I whirled around, only to come face-to-face with the most dangerous looking dragon I had ever seen in my life. Cobwebs hung from powerful wings. The body was draped in a shroud that blended in with the gloom around him. Eerie candles floated around him, seemingly under their own power. I must admit, I was terrified.
And then he spoke again.
“You are very far from home, Lightbringer. Why are you here?”
I startled, not expecting the other dragon to speak to me again. It took a few tries, but eventually I found my own voice.
“I-I seem to have gotten lost,” I stammered. “I was just traveling through Wispwillow Grove, only I took a wrong turn and…”
I trailed off at his impassive stare. It was then that I notice that the other dragon was blindfolded. There was no way he could see me.
So how did he know to call me Lightbringer?
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[quote=Perth (1179)]
It was a cold autumn evening, the setting sun glistening and reflecting off the pink crystals of the Crystalspine Reaches. Dried leaves blew in a strong gust wind, swirling and dancing in the air. From over a ridge appeared two figures, huddled against the gale: a small ivory fae, whose head fans were pulled back against the heavy winds, and a blue crystalline tundra whose fur waved and twisted in the wind.
The stopped for a moment, hovering over the ground, and looked back at her companion. “We’re almost there,” she called back to him encouragingly. “Not long now.”
The tundra nodded his assent, fur fluffed up against the cold. He looked around at his surroundings in interest; after so long in the labyrinth of the cave system outside his bottle, he was fascinated with the world. So much to see, to hear, to touch; it was full of wonders, and it felt like they were just for him. He had been drinking in the scdenery all day, and every day since his release from his prison.
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Beowyr, or Beo as he prefers to be called, is the Guardian of the lair. Friendly and loyal, yet fiercely protective, he will guard hatchlings with his life. He and Faera, along with their older sister Sylvara, began the Spyrefall Clan, named after the Spyre Falls of their home.
He started his life deep in the Crystalspine Reaches of the Starfall Isles, near the Spyre Falls. He has no mother or father; instead, his egg was created from a falling star and hatched at the dawn of winter. Despite being Arcane in nature, he is more like an Ice dragon than one would expect; he is impervious to the cold, although he favors scarves and other such wintery apparel.
Meghan (335) wrote:
Icy. Cold. These are traits that most dragons would use to describe Meghan. With a stern, no-nonsense demeanor, sarcastic streak and little time for jokes, Meg takes anything and everything very, very seriously. She has no time for "idiots" and has a tendency to speak in monosyllables to those she deems unworthy of her time. Which, honestly, is most.
With an attitude like that, it may seem like Meg has no friends. But once you get past her icy exterior, you'll find a quick-witted and loyal friend. Beowyr is one such lucky soul.
Sylvara (267) wrote:
Sylvara was born to Midnightstorm and Dreamwalker in the magic of the Focal Point or the Arcane Lands. Despite the area being a high point for magic, she has no interest in the arcane arts; she can be surprisingly vicious, clashing with claws and teeth, just like the "commoners" as her parents would put it. But hers is a graceful strength, an almost dance of claws. Because of her looks she is constantly underestimated.
That would be the enemy's first, and last, mistake.
Short Stories
Sylvara (417) wrote:
It was a cold night in the Crystalspine Reaches, on the brink of winter. A lone dragon shivered and drew her wings in closer to her body, trying to keep warm in the chill of the air. She had been walking for days; having left her parents back at the magical hub of the Focal Point, she had been traveling alone for weeks, flying by day and resting by night.
But this night she was too tired to fly any further, yet too restless to sleep. She had a strange feeling that something was about to occur, something important. She had seen the first falling star three nights ago, and the second the night before. Both had landed in the same direction.
She would find out what those falling stars signified.
Out of the darkness came a soft cry. Sylvara, as she has named herself soon after setting off on her own, perked her ears up. It was the cry of a hatchling.
And it was coming from the same area that the star had fallen.
Medium Stories
Clockwork (594) wrote:
Lore’s eyes softened at his mate’s words. “Wächter says that there is another dragon in the area,” he said. “A female Wildclaw. Beowyr and Sylvara have gone to check it out; Wächter is staying behind to guard the hatchlings.”
Clock frowned. “And are they worried?”
Lore paused. “I’m not sure,” he admitted. “Wächter is, but then again he’s always worried.” He paused again, longer this time. Clock frowned.
“What’s wrong?” she asked.
Lore sighed. “Beo’s hopeful,” he said quietly. “He said he thinks this may be the one.”
“The dragon he’s looking for?”
“Yes.”
“Well then what’s the problem?”
“I’m afraid of the effect it’ll have on him if it isn’t. You’ve seen how morose he’s been getting lately; I don’t want to see him get even worse.”
Owl (836) wrote:
Fire. It was everywhere, burning everything it touched and eating up everything in its path. The light from the blaze drowned out that of the stars and even the moon, lighting up the sky in a reddish hazy glow.
Owl stared down at it from her place in the sky, reveling in the way the flames licked the air. It was beautiful, a warm orange with flecks of red and yellow that roared with an inner life as it destroyed the Riveters' homes. The spiral dragon smirked at the sight. That would drive them out for sure.
With a powerful flap of her wings Owl was gone into the night, the only sign she had been there the powerful flames and thick charcoal smoke.
Dracula (561) wrote:
Poetry of the Storm Clan
“That is a beautiful book,” Grey said, interrupting Dracula’s thoughts. He looked up at them. “It is a copy of the original. The Storm Clan lives in the Shifting Expanse, yet is full of poets whose words come to life on the page.”
Dracula nodded and opened the book. He read the first page.
Shifting, tilting,
The sands cover us.
They cover our backs, our heads,
Leaving little room for air.
They are everywhere, and yet
Nowhere at all.
Black crows fly above,
Escaping the sand’s wrath.
Oh! How beautiful is it,
The hand of Time
Which reaches down,
Grasps at our throats with gentle hands.
The sand shifts. We are buried,
Once more, in Time’s gentle touch.
Long Stories
Maelrys (1112) wrote:
Stone pillars rose from the sand like trees, half an archway still hanging over the entrance. The walls of the temple were broken off in chunks, huge stone blocks laying scattered around both the inside and outside. It looked as if time had done quite a number on the building, Maelrys thought, gazing at the ruins around her. She walked through the pillars into the entrance to the temple. It was large and open, with openings that must have once been doorways posted at regular intervals and walls that towered over her in some spots and barely came up to her knees in others.
At the back of the temple stood an altar. It too was made of stone, and although it was as worn as the rest of the temple it seemed to be in decent enough condition. Maelrys took a rather indirect route toward it, walking close to the sides of the building so she could inspect the walls. They seemed to be made of sandstone and were a dark gray in color. Faint carvings were inscribed on the side, and Maelrys stopped in front of one to view it closer. It seemed to be a mural, and looked to depict a god of some sort – a guardian, rising up on spread wings with a halo of light surrounding the head. The dragon’s lower half was buried in the sand, but it was still beautiful.
Hyperion (1191) wrote:
“You do not belong here.”
It was coming from behind me. I whirled around, only to come face-to-face with the most dangerous looking dragon I had ever seen in my life. Cobwebs hung from powerful wings. The body was draped in a shroud that blended in with the gloom around him. Eerie candles floated around him, seemingly under their own power. I must admit, I was terrified.
And then he spoke again.
“You are very far from home, Lightbringer. Why are you here?”
I startled, not expecting the other dragon to speak to me again. It took a few tries, but eventually I found my own voice.
“I-I seem to have gotten lost,” I stammered. “I was just traveling through Wispwillow Grove, only I took a wrong turn and…”
I trailed off at his impassive stare. It was then that I notice that the other dragon was blindfolded. There was no way he could see me.
So how did he know to call me Lightbringer?
Perth (1179) wrote:
It was a cold autumn evening, the setting sun glistening and reflecting off the pink crystals of the Crystalspine Reaches. Dried leaves blew in a strong gust wind, swirling and dancing in the air. From over a ridge appeared two figures, huddled against the gale: a small ivory fae, whose head fans were pulled back against the heavy winds, and a blue crystalline tundra whose fur waved and twisted in the wind.
The stopped for a moment, hovering over the ground, and looked back at her companion. “We’re almost there,” she called back to him encouragingly. “Not long now.”
The tundra nodded his assent, fur fluffed up against the cold. He looked around at his surroundings in interest; after so long in the labyrinth of the cave system outside his bottle, he was fascinated with the world. So much to see, to hear, to touch; it was full of wonders, and it felt like they were just for him. He had been drinking in the scdenery all day, and every day since his release from his prison.
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Pressed Moonflower
Organics
Books: They have the power to convey knowledge, skills, and stories! They also have the power to flatten plants.
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((They/Them)) ((Ve/Vir))
Pressed Morning Glory
Organics
Artists are always taking three dimensional objects and creating two dimensional representations.
22
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[b]Dragon/OC Link:[/b]
[b]Type of Lore:[/b]
[b]Length:[/b] – Do you have a limit for minimum length? Maximum limit? –
[b]Theme:[/b] – What is it that I’m writing about? If for an OC, feel free to DM me this information. –
[b]Payment Type:[/b] – How do you plan on paying? –
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[b]Dragon/OC Link:[/b]
[b]Type of Lore:[/b]
[b]Length:[/b] – Do you have a limit for minimum length? Maximum limit? –
[b]Theme:[/b] – What is it that I’m writing about? If for an OC, feel free to DM me this information. –
[b]Payment Type:[/b] – How do you plan on paying? –
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Pressed Moonflower
Organics
Books: They have the power to convey knowledge, skills, and stories! They also have the power to flatten plants.
22
((They/Them)) ((Ve/Vir))
Pressed Morning Glory
Organics
Artists are always taking three dimensional objects and creating two dimensional representations.
Books: They have the power to convey knowledge, skills, and stories! They also have the power to flatten plants.
22
((They/Them)) ((Ve/Vir))
Pressed Morning Glory
Organics
Artists are always taking three dimensional objects and creating two dimensional representations.
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[b]Name:[/b] Perth
[b]Dragon/OC Link:[/b] [url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?dragon=44670329]
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[b]Type of Lore:[/b] Id prefer a long story, but a medium will do as well
[b]Length:[/b] – Do you have a limit for minimum length? Maximum limit? – No, as long as it is bot just a sentence
[b]Theme:[/b] – What is it that I’m writing about? If for an OC, feel free to DM me this information. – You'd be writing about hiw Perth first met Numinious, and some of the other clan members if you want, and what it was like for him.
[b]Coding?:[/b] – yes or no- That would be a no
[b]Final Payment / Payment Type:[/b] – What is the final amount of payment? How do you plan on paying? – I will pay with CR and Ill give you 100kt no matter what
Type of Lore: Id prefer a long story, but a medium will do as well Length: – Do you have a limit for minimum length? Maximum limit? – No, as long as it is bot just a sentence Theme: – What is it that I’m writing about? If for an OC, feel free to DM me this information. – You'd be writing about hiw Perth first met Numinious, and some of the other clan members if you want, and what it was like for him. Coding?: – yes or no- That would be a no Final Payment / Payment Type: – What is the final amount of payment? How do you plan on paying? – I will pay with CR and Ill give you 100kt no matter what
@Hikumi Thank you so much for the kind words! And it's perfectly alright, I'll honestly take any pronouns. :)
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Pressed Moonflower
Organics
Books: They have the power to convey knowledge, skills, and stories! They also have the power to flatten plants.
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((They/Them)) ((Ve/Vir))
Pressed Morning Glory
Organics
Artists are always taking three dimensional objects and creating two dimensional representations.
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@myriadofstars
[b]Name:[/b] Leafstar17
[b]Dragon/OC Link:[/b] [url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?dragon=48510479]
[img]http://flightrising.com/rendern/350/485105/48510479_350.png[/img]
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[b]Type of Lore:[/b] a mix of a Medium Story and Bio, if that’s okay with you
[b]Length:[/b] 700-800 words
[b]Theme:[/b] She is a charismatic, rowdy and rebellious bounty hunter. She used to be a outlaw from the west and found her way to The Clan Of Stormy Leaves after confronting her gang by causing a fire in her hometown for a huge quarrel between her gang.She grew close to the other dragons in the clan and chooses to stay with them as a bounty hunter
[b]Coding?:[/b] No
[b]Payment Type:[/b] Treasure
Type of Lore: a mix of a Medium Story and Bio, if that’s okay with you Length: 700-800 words Theme: She is a charismatic, rowdy and rebellious bounty hunter. She used to be a outlaw from the west and found her way to The Clan Of Stormy Leaves after confronting her gang by causing a fire in her hometown for a huge quarrel between her gang.She grew close to the other dragons in the clan and chooses to stay with them as a bounty hunter Coding?: No Payment Type: Treasure
