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@oliverwoolfe hope you like it!
The war on middle earth begins
Heros must gather, its only defense
If they don't succeed, darkness shall fall
And will mark the end of the kingdom for all
Enter the Rose Thorn, pure of soul
Our hope for the future, an important role
Weapons of wit, compassion, and bow
Eyes blue as sky and hair white as snow
Armed with kindness and deadly skill
A fighter who has never wanted to kill
Learn the importance of what it means to be brave
And in the end, our world will be saved
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Oh my gosh, this is literally perfect! I'll send the payment via message! Thank you so much!
DetectivePopcorn wrote on 2019-02-15 07:55:57:
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oliverwoolfe hope you like it!
The war on middle earth begins
Heros must gather, its only defense
If they don't succeed, darkness shall fall
And will mark the end of the kingdom for all
Enter the Rose Thorn, pure of soul
Our hope for the future, an important role
Weapons of wit, compassion, and bow
Eyes blue as sky and hair white as snow
Armed with kindness and deadly skill
A fighter who has never wanted to kill
Learn the importance of what it means to be brave
And in the end, our world will be saved
Oh my gosh, this is literally perfect! I'll send the payment via message! Thank you so much!
·.¸¸.·â™©â™ªâ™« Andy | He/Him | INTP | 8W9
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dartrix I haven't forgotten about you, I just have the plague lol. my hundred and three fever refuses to do the thinks
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dartrix I haven't forgotten about you, I just have the plague lol. my hundred and three fever refuses to do the thinks
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[b]Summoning The Snake Queen[/b][/size]
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You squeeze the last drops from the fang of the water moccasin. It writhes in your claws, trying to twist and sink its fangs in you, but as the last bit of venom fills the glass vial, you release him, and he begrudgingly slithers away. The moon is high over you now, and you shiver from the cold snap in the wanning light. You hold the vial in your hand, reaching in your pocket to pull out a handful of dust, ground from the leaves and bark of cedar trees.
Carefully, you spread the dust across the grass in front of you. The spell specifically said it had to be done over 'free soil'. It took you about as long to find a patch of land unclaimed by anyone as it did to gather the other odd ingredients. Next you make the mark by pouring hemlock oil in a circle. The grass withers and browns, and the cedar dust turns black.
You begin to dig a small hole in the center, and pull out the hoodoo bag made of grey snake skin. Inside is filled with graveyard dirt, lichen, salt and jasmine. You drop it in the hole, pulling the fresh dirt over to bury it. Then, you sit back, and take a deep breath. Your nerves had flared through all this, a flash of excitement and fear. If sucessfull, you could prove yourself the most powerful witch of all. And if not... well... people have lost their souls to magic spells gone wrong.
You swallow and still your shaking claws, then slowly pour the venom on top of the circle. And you wait.
The rim of the circle begins to glow, then the grass withers and writhes like it has come to life. The smell of sulfur fills your nose, along with the mucky smell of swamp and you fight the urge to pinch it shut. The ground heaves a deep breath, and then its falling away. You move backwards, in fear of the hole swallowing you up, but it halts at the edges of the circle.
Feathers and long hair, like sun bleached seaweed rise to greet you. Wings stretch, translucent like an insects, and runes light up her skin, and you know you've been successful.
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[b]Summoning The Snake Queen[/b][/size]
[size=2]By [url=http://www1.flightrising.com/forums/art/2628202/1]DetectivePopcorn[/url][/size][/color] [left]
You squeeze the last drops from the fang of the water moccasin. It writhes in your claws, trying to twist and sink its fangs in you, but as the last bit of venom fills the glass vial, you release him, and he begrudgingly slithers away. The moon is high over you now, and you shiver from the cold snap in the wanning light. You hold the vial in your hand, reaching in your pocket to pull out a handful of dust, ground from the leaves and bark of cedar trees.
Carefully, you spread the dust across the grass in front of you. The spell specifically said it had to be done over 'free soil'. It took you about as long to find a patch of land unclaimed by anyone as it did to gather the other odd ingredients. Next you make the mark by pouring hemlock oil in a circle. The grass withers and browns, and the cedar dust turns black.
You begin to dig a small hole in the center, and pull out the hoodoo bag made of grey snake skin. Inside is filled with graveyard dirt, lichen, salt and jasmine. You drop it in the hole, pulling the fresh dirt over to bury it. Then, you sit back, and take a deep breath. Your nerves had flared through all this, a flash of excitement and fear. If sucessfull, you could prove yourself the most powerful witch of all. And if not... well... people have lost their souls to magic spells gone wrong.
You swallow and still your shaking claws, then slowly pour the venom on top of the circle. And you wait.
The rim of the circle begins to glow, then the grass withers and writhes like it has come to life. The smell of sulfur fills your nose, along with the mucky smell of swamp and you fight the urge to pinch it shut. The ground heaves a deep breath, and then its falling away. You move backwards, in fear of the hole swallowing you up, but it halts at the edges of the circle.
Feathers and long hair, like sun bleached seaweed rise to greet you. Wings stretch, translucent like an insects, and runes light up her skin, and you know you've been successful.
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P A C H A
Summoning The Snake Queen
By DetectivePopcorn
You squeeze the last drops from the fang of the water moccasin. It writhes in your claws, trying to twist and sink its fangs in you, but as the last bit of venom fills the glass vial, you release him, and he begrudgingly slithers away. The moon is high over you now, and you shiver from the cold snap in the wanning light. You hold the vial in your hand, reaching in your pocket to pull out a handful of dust, ground from the leaves and bark of cedar trees.
Carefully, you spread the dust across the grass in front of you. The spell specifically said it had to be done over 'free soil'. It took you about as long to find a patch of land unclaimed by anyone as it did to gather the other odd ingredients. Next you make the mark by pouring hemlock oil in a circle. The grass withers and browns, and the cedar dust turns black.
You begin to dig a small hole in the center, and pull out the hoodoo bag made of grey snake skin. Inside is filled with graveyard dirt, lichen, salt and jasmine. You drop it in the hole, pulling the fresh dirt over to bury it. Then, you sit back, and take a deep breath. Your nerves had flared through all this, a flash of excitement and fear. If sucessfull, you could prove yourself the most powerful witch of all. And if not... well... people have lost their souls to magic spells gone wrong.
You swallow and still your shaking claws, then slowly pour the venom on top of the circle. And you wait.
The rim of the circle begins to glow, then the grass withers and writhes like it has come to life. The smell of sulfur fills your nose, along with the mucky smell of swamp and you fight the urge to pinch it shut. The ground heaves a deep breath, and then its falling away. You move backwards, in fear of the hole swallowing you up, but it halts at the edges of the circle.
Feathers and long hair, like sun bleached seaweed rise to greet you. Wings stretch, translucent like an insects, and runes light up her skin, and you know you've been successful.
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[b]Summoning The Snake Queen[/b][/size]
[size=2]By [url=http://www1.flightrising.com/forums/art/2628202/1]DetectivePopcorn[/url][/size][/color] [left]
You squeeze the last drops from the fang of the water moccasin. It writhes in your claws, trying to twist and sink its fangs in you, but as the last bit of venom fills the glass vial, you release him, and he begrudgingly slithers away. The moon is high over you now, and you shiver from the cold snap in the wanning light. You hold the vial in your hand, reaching in your pocket to pull out a handful of dust, ground from the leaves and bark of cedar trees.
Carefully, you spread the dust across the grass in front of you. The spell specifically said it had to be done over 'free soil'. It took you about as long to find a patch of land unclaimed by anyone as it did to gather the other odd ingredients. Next you make the mark by pouring hemlock oil in a circle. The grass withers and browns, and the cedar dust turns black.
You begin to dig a small hole in the center, and pull out the hoodoo bag made of grey snake skin. Inside is filled with graveyard dirt, lichen, salt and jasmine. You drop it in the hole, pulling the fresh dirt over to bury it. Then, you sit back, and take a deep breath. Your nerves had flared through all this, a flash of excitement and fear. If sucessfull, you could prove yourself the most powerful witch of all. And if not... well... people have lost their souls to magic spells gone wrong.
You swallow and still your shaking claws, then slowly pour the venom on top of the circle. And you wait.
The rim of the circle begins to glow, then the grass withers and writhes like it has come to life. The smell of sulfur fills your nose, along with the mucky smell of swamp and you fight the urge to pinch it shut. The ground heaves a deep breath, and then its falling away. You move backwards, in fear of the hole swallowing you up, but it halts at the edges of the circle.
Feathers and long hair, like sun bleached seaweed rise to greet you. Wings stretch, translucent like an insects, and runes light up her skin, and you know you've been successful.
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[b]The Living Portrait[/b][/size]
[size=2]By [url=http://www1.flightrising.com/forums/art/2628202/1]DetectivePopcorn[/url][/size][/color] [left]
Batista had loved art since she was a hatchling. She painted with her claws, sang made up songs, and banged on anything that would make sounds. As she grew up, not much changed, other than her taste. She grew to appreciate the finer things, sculptures and paintings and metal work. Unlike most drakes, she never settled into a clan or with a mate, preferring to wander Sornieth nomadically, buying and selling and collecting.
Sure, she had connections, and she was well known in the artifact community, she had colleagues and acquaintances... and not a single friend. Worse still, was her lack of family. See, batista, for her strength and size, was supposed to go off and serve the stormcatcher. What her family didn't know, was that she never had. She didn't want to. She wasn't strong or fast or good at fighting. But what she did have an eye for, was art.
Rich and alone, Batista tried to catch herself up in her work. After all, she didn't accumulate her wealth by sitting on her tail all the time. Still, keeping her claws full didn't stave off the lonely feeling every night, as she drifted off to sleep.
It was an art show in the shadow flight that changed her life forever. She came across an artifact that made her claws tingle. A hand painted scroll, blue and copper, with a seascape that almost seemed to move, and came in an ornate leather cylinder case. An old guardian dragon saw her looking at it, and grinned. "Ah, you have fine taste my dear. My family calls this Zontanó Portréto, or 'living portrait'."
She pretends to ponder it, knowing all to well that she will not leave without the scroll. "How much do you want for it?"
"For you, my darling, it's free."
The wildclaw took it home, all to eager to display it among her other collectibles. She pulled the scroll from its case, but as she unwound it, the painting was gone. The oil brushwork, the filigree framing- gone?
He ruffled her wings in anger, at having be duped, but she realized her wings didn't move in the way they should. She turned to try to get a good look at them, and released a strangled cry. The filigree, the painting, the portrait of the sea, was plastered to her wings. She had never been much of a flier, but she found it hard to move her feathers. Shaking her head and insisting she was imaging things, Batista went to bed.
In the morning, the copper has spread to her claws. Batista packed a few things, and left her home in the light flight behind.
On practically the other side of Sornieth, Achlys had a vision. She insisted a dragon cursed by a scroll was slowly becoming a painting. Ceto had laughed at her, called her a ditz and said "Not every odd dream is a vision." But Achlys held fast to her belief, and waited by the gates for the visitor.
And it was a good thing she did. Batista had barely made it to the well known witches of Jasper's Coven. Her legs and even her tail had locked up, covered in gems and precious metals. She was, indeed, becoming a painting. A living portrait. Achlys helped her the rest of the way, taking her to the council.
The quartet of skydancers had no more idea of what to do that Batista herself. Luckily, Achlys had run off and gotten Morena. The elder witch laid her hands on Batista, then motioned for Achlys to bring her to her chambers.
Morena worked for two days, and the solution wasn't perfect. Achlys explained that Batista would have the artwork adhered to her hide from now on. Batista was just happy to be able to move again.
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B A T I S T A
The Living Portrait
By DetectivePopcorn
Batista had loved art since she was a hatchling. She painted with her claws, sang made up songs, and banged on anything that would make sounds. As she grew up, not much changed, other than her taste. She grew to appreciate the finer things, sculptures and paintings and metal work. Unlike most drakes, she never settled into a clan or with a mate, preferring to wander Sornieth nomadically, buying and selling and collecting.
Sure, she had connections, and she was well known in the artifact community, she had colleagues and acquaintances... and not a single friend. Worse still, was her lack of family. See, batista, for her strength and size, was supposed to go off and serve the stormcatcher. What her family didn't know, was that she never had. She didn't want to. She wasn't strong or fast or good at fighting. But what she did have an eye for, was art.
Rich and alone, Batista tried to catch herself up in her work. After all, she didn't accumulate her wealth by sitting on her tail all the time. Still, keeping her claws full didn't stave off the lonely feeling every night, as she drifted off to sleep.
It was an art show in the shadow flight that changed her life forever. She came across an artifact that made her claws tingle. A hand painted scroll, blue and copper, with a seascape that almost seemed to move, and came in an ornate leather cylinder case. An old guardian dragon saw her looking at it, and grinned. "Ah, you have fine taste my dear. My family calls this Zontanó Portréto, or 'living portrait'."
She pretends to ponder it, knowing all to well that she will not leave without the scroll. "How much do you want for it?"
"For you, my darling, it's free."
The wildclaw took it home, all to eager to display it among her other collectibles. She pulled the scroll from its case, but as she unwound it, the painting was gone. The oil brushwork, the filigree framing- gone?
He ruffled her wings in anger, at having be duped, but she realized her wings didn't move in the way they should. She turned to try to get a good look at them, and released a strangled cry. The filigree, the painting, the portrait of the sea, was plastered to her wings. She had never been much of a flier, but she found it hard to move her feathers. Shaking her head and insisting she was imaging things, Batista went to bed.
In the morning, the copper has spread to her claws. Batista packed a few things, and left her home in the light flight behind.
On practically the other side of Sornieth, Achlys had a vision. She insisted a dragon cursed by a scroll was slowly becoming a painting. Ceto had laughed at her, called her a ditz and said "Not every odd dream is a vision." But Achlys held fast to her belief, and waited by the gates for the visitor.
And it was a good thing she did. Batista had barely made it to the well known witches of Jasper's Coven. Her legs and even her tail had locked up, covered in gems and precious metals. She was, indeed, becoming a painting. A living portrait. Achlys helped her the rest of the way, taking her to the council.
The quartet of skydancers had no more idea of what to do that Batista herself. Luckily, Achlys had run off and gotten Morena. The elder witch laid her hands on Batista, then motioned for Achlys to bring her to her chambers.
Morena worked for two days, and the solution wasn't perfect. Achlys explained that Batista would have the artwork adhered to her hide from now on. Batista was just happy to be able to move again.
@dartrix okay all done! I had an absolute blast with Batista and went a little wild (as usual, honestly) Sorry again for the wait, I doodled a little watercolor headshot of Pacha while I was sick.
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dartrix okay all done! I had an absolute blast with Batista and went a little wild (as usual, honestly) Sorry again for the wait, I doodled a little watercolor headshot of Pacha while I was sick.
@DetectivePopcorn
Corentin, see me a secret.
[b]Subject:[/b] dragon bio. He already sorta has one in his bio section but I did it along time ago and I don't really like it anymore
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[b]Length:[/b] I'd like around four or five paragraphs.
[b]Coded?:[/b] nope!
[b]Extras?:[/b] Zehir ||( Za-here ) Means 'Poisonous' in Turkish.
Quote for him: “I can't explain chemistry. I really can't. I haven't got a clue what it's all about. It just happens. It's like falling in love. You can't explain why you fall in love or explain why it's this particular person."
Personality Traits: Poisonous || Brilliant || Snarky || Opinionated
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DetectivePopcorn
Corentin, see me a secret.
Subject: dragon bio. He already sorta has one in his bio section but I did it along time ago and I don't really like it anymore
Length: I'd like around four or five paragraphs.
Coded?: nope!
Extras?: Zehir ||( Za-here ) Means 'Poisonous' in Turkish.
Quote for him: “I can't explain chemistry. I really can't. I haven't got a clue what it's all about. It just happens. It's like falling in love. You can't explain why you fall in love or explain why it's this particular person."
Personality Traits: Poisonous || Brilliant || Snarky || Opinionated
By: MothPaladin
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“Everything is permitted, Nothing is true.” -Altair
“We work in the Dark to serve the Light. We are assassins.” -Ezio Auditore"My enemy is a notion, not a nation." -Ratonhnhaké:ton
"To know and see things differently, we must first think differently." -Edward Kenway
"Life's hardest choices are the ones that force you to question your own moral code." -Shay Cormac
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AbstergoEmployee sorry it took me a minute! I've been leveling and exalting for shadowmom since its our holiday this week.
Tehir is always doing one of two things, grooming, or brewing. At the moment, he was grooming. Preening his feathers had always been a favorite past time, and when he grew up and learned that this world was cutthroat, eat or be eaten, survival of the fittest, he started combining his two loves. Chemistry, and grooming. An hour or two a day he would fastidiously coat every feather in his handmade concoctions. So much so, that it started to change the colors of his feathers.
Tehir didn't mind. He had never been one for looks.
The slow coating of his skin and feathers had a second side effect, one more desirable than the first. After a spilled batch of poison made the whole lair sick, all except Tehir, he discovered he had built an immunity to all versions of venom and poison. Ever since, his favorite food was venomous frogs and snakes. Not only did he like the looks everyone gave him while eating them, there was also an abundance of them, since no one else would touch them.
Orros, his Ichor Nymph, loves to help him collect ichor, poison, goo and ink. She's a tad narcoleptic, and can often be found fast asleep in his scarf. He often employs the tiny sprite to crawl into places and gather ingredients he can't reach, but often she falls asleep and he has to snake her out. Still, he has a soft spot for her, and takes her everywhere he goes. Possibly because she's so quiet. Tehir loves the quiet, going as far to create a potion of silence he likes to throw at anyone who disrupts his brewing. His mate has learned sign language to combat this, and teaches it to the other members of the clan.
The clan comes to him for many things, from poison to coat weapons and claws with, to ink for tattoos or scrolls, to even more powerful things, like potions to change breed or genes. Once, Tehir even made a potion that turned a dragon back into a hatchling. Permanently. Like most coatls, Tehir loves to hum and whistle, but he doesn't do it in front of anyone, and denies it if you bring it up. All his clanmates know to wait until they hear Tehir humming to ask any favors, as he only does it when he's in the best of moods.
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AbstergoEmployee sorry it took me a minute! I've been leveling and exalting for shadowmom since its our holiday this week.
Tehir is always doing one of two things, grooming, or brewing. At the moment, he was grooming. Preening his feathers had always been a favorite past time, and when he grew up and learned that this world was cutthroat, eat or be eaten, survival of the fittest, he started combining his two loves. Chemistry, and grooming. An hour or two a day he would fastidiously coat every feather in his handmade concoctions. So much so, that it started to change the colors of his feathers.
Tehir didn't mind. He had never been one for looks.
The slow coating of his skin and feathers had a second side effect, one more desirable than the first. After a spilled batch of poison made the whole lair sick, all except Tehir, he discovered he had built an immunity to all versions of venom and poison. Ever since, his favorite food was venomous frogs and snakes. Not only did he like the looks everyone gave him while eating them, there was also an abundance of them, since no one else would touch them.
Orros, his Ichor Nymph, loves to help him collect ichor, poison, goo and ink. She's a tad narcoleptic, and can often be found fast asleep in his scarf. He often employs the tiny sprite to crawl into places and gather ingredients he can't reach, but often she falls asleep and he has to snake her out. Still, he has a soft spot for her, and takes her everywhere he goes. Possibly because she's so quiet. Tehir loves the quiet, going as far to create a potion of silence he likes to throw at anyone who disrupts his brewing. His mate has learned sign language to combat this, and teaches it to the other members of the clan.
The clan comes to him for many things, from poison to coat weapons and claws with, to ink for tattoos or scrolls, to even more powerful things, like potions to change breed or genes. Once, Tehir even made a potion that turned a dragon back into a hatchling. Permanently. Like most coatls, Tehir loves to hum and whistle, but he doesn't do it in front of anyone, and denies it if you bring it up. All his clanmates know to wait until they hear Tehir humming to ask any favors, as he only does it when he's in the best of moods.
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DetectivePopcorn
that you so much! I love it <3 I sent you payment in a pm :D
By: MothPaladin
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“Everything is permitted, Nothing is true.” -Altair
“We work in the Dark to serve the Light. We are assassins.” -Ezio Auditore"My enemy is a notion, not a nation." -Ratonhnhaké:ton
"To know and see things differently, we must first think differently." -Edward Kenway
"Life's hardest choices are the ones that force you to question your own moral code." -Shay Cormac
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Bump~ all my slots are open!
Bump~ all my slots are open!
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DetectivePopcorn
Corentin, see me a secret.
Subject: Anything. Literally anything. I want to keep it to basic backstory/current occupation though. I can add in my own flair afterwards :)
Length: Something about as short as
this. It doesn't need to be that detailed.
Coded?: Nope! I have my own coding.
Extras?: My lair is placed in a kingdom setting. The
king and his
queen.
I have several dragons that need some lore (you saw the thread with all of them) so feel free to write for as many or as few as you want! Pick whichever dragon inspires you!
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DetectivePopcorn
Corentin, see me a secret.
Subject: Anything. Literally anything. I want to keep it to basic backstory/current occupation though. I can add in my own flair afterwards :)
Length: Something about as short as
this. It doesn't need to be that detailed.
Coded?: Nope! I have my own coding.
Extras?: My lair is placed in a kingdom setting. The
king and his
queen.
I have several dragons that need some lore (you saw the thread with all of them) so feel free to write for as many or as few as you want! Pick whichever dragon inspires you!
