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November 20, 2015 20:19:38

Yeah, yeah, I know what a Pinkerlocke is, but what is this one about? I aim to have a narrative separate from the meta-battling that's happening in the coliseum, set in the Hewn City and featuring illusions, (hopefully) engaging characters, an "angel", and all sorts of Shade troubles. It's hard to write a quick synopsis when you're a) a character oriented thinker b)it's an evolving story and c)there's little to judge as of yet It's been lon enough now, I still don't have a synopsis. Wait until my next story "Familiar Tale" comes out if you want something with a good synopsis, tbh.

Rules for the Uninitiated
Click here! Because I was silly and forgot to to prior set up, I'm making you click for the base rules, sorry.
Adjustments:
--I'll be going for a medium mode of battling for food drops, ie: I get to choose the 3 dragons I bring in, but the venue must be at the appropriate level for the highest level dragon, or 1 venue below
-- I'm decreasing the parameters for seafood and meat battles by 5 to accommodate for when I'm using my laptop instead of the desktop.
-- Apparel drops will be treated as wild cards.
-- An unaligned dragon who falls in battle alongside a Great Power has the opportunity to become SAVED. SAVED dragons will gain the alignment of their "savior" and can not be healed with the magic of a dragon of a different alignment. SAVED dragons die more easily, effecting meta battles by being able to participate only in battles at their appropriate level or above. Only one dragon may ever be SAVED per alignment, and dragons deemed "Shining" cannot be SAVED.

Table of Contents
Day 1: Fallen
Day 3: An Invitation
Day 5: Tender Moments
Day 7: Beyond the Burrow
Day 9+10: Dangers and Dreamers
Day 11: The Pearlcatcher's Visions
Day 13: A Debt
Day 16: Quiet Mercies
Day 18: The Pearlcatcher Awakens
Day 19: A Different Invitation
Day 20: Brooding
Day 21: A Blaze Breaks the Night
Day 22: Rastus' Tale
Day 24: Stray and Stay
Day 25: Blind Curiosity
Day 26: A Walk With Penn
Day 28: A Swim With Adara
Day 29: Windswept Woman
Day 31: Leaving Home
Day 32: Flight to the Bottom
Day 33: An Innocent Doe
Day 34: Understanding Nothing
Day 36: Warm Skin
Day 37: To Hunt a Monster
Day 38: A Dragon's Desires
Day 39: Bravery, Atonement, Selfishness
Day 40: What is Kinder
Day 42: Rastus Blessed
Day 43: Break it Up
Day 44: Eggshells
Day 45: Tastes Like Razzbees
Day 46+47: Parenthood
Day 48: (Title)
Day 49: They Are Many
Day 50: Still Winds
Day 52: Never Alone
Day 53: Fool's Flight
Day 54: Sweet(s) Thing(s)
Day 55: Rylen Reunited
Day 56: Initiation
Day 57: Traitorous
Day 59: Stay With Us
Day 60: Jacques

Art Posts
I'm lazy, I'll do this later

CAST!! (In Alphabetical order to avoid spoilers)

Strength wrote:

ADARA
Snatched from the skies by a mysterious force while flying with her clan. Easily swayed for now and second guesses a lot of things, but has a strong sense of what she feels is moral, and is rather soft hearted when compared to the rest of this rag tag group.

She Shines so Brightly.

Level: 10

The Hermit wrote:

BITEFAST
Hissy hissy little Bitey scitter on the floor, you be good to dragons or they'll nail you to the door.

Level: 5

The Chariot wrote:

BLAIZE
Energetic and full of spunk like a young spiral should, Blaize wants to make a difference in the world when she grows up; to take a hold of her own destiny. She loves (almost) everyone in the group with a firey passion, and aims to impress all.

Level: 5

High Preistess wrote:

GABRIEL
A usually dreamy and non-perturbed dragon who rarely succumbs to a fierce rage. Despite this, their quiet passion is a strong one, especially concerning a certain spiral. Has a broken horn and deep scars due to an unknown attack, which they do not seem at all bothered by. Self identifies as being a thief, and does not feel comfortable involving themselves in family matters.

(They/Them pronouns, though by my word they're also okay with he/his and she/her, I'll just never use those)

Level: 9

Wheel of Fortune wrote:

JOSHUA
Far smaller than his brother and "father", Joshua doesn't mind being able to relate more easily to the smaller members of the "clan." Sometimes he wonders why nobody uses their wings, and is haunted by surreal dreams he feels are important. He worries that his brother has similar dreams, even Leon plays it off. He and Leon share a very close relationship, and Joshua will love him always.

Has a real way with words.

Level: 6

The Empress wrote:

KRELLI
One crow sorrow, two crows joy, three crows a girl, four crows a boy.
Five crows silver, six crows gold, seven crows a secret. never to be told.

Level: 6

Wheel of Fortune wrote:

LEON
Cheerful and quite a large Pearlcatcher like his "father." Worries about his brother a lot, and suffers from unusual dreams where familiar voices whisper... though he easily plays them off as not bearing any effect on reality. He and Joshua share a rather close relationship, and Leon will love him always.

Loves to feel the dirt in his claws.

Level: 6

Justice wrote:

NOA
Self entitled, proud, fierce, keeps to herself.
One of the deputies from a clan in the Windswept Plateau, Noa is on a journey that Windsinger seems to have called her to. Whether she can continue on with that journey may not be up to her...

Level: 4

The Devil wrote:

PENN
Inhabitant of the Hewn City, knowledgeable enough on the plants and animals that live there. Possesses little magic, but a great deal of honour and what he regards to be common sense. Tries his best to be cheerful, despite his rather toxic friendships.

Level: 10

The Hanged Man wrote:

RASTUS
Appears to vastly prefer being alone than among other dragons, Rastus nonetheless knows a lot about the Shade and the Hewn City... at least more than the rest of these folk. A very powerful mage and knowledgeable in potions, one is seen by the lights on his skin, and the other in his humble procurement. Nonetheless, perhaps this secluded fellow has some love left in him yet.

Level: 10

The Magician wrote:

Rylen
Member of a pack of mercenary types that travel between Nature, Plague, Light, and Shadow territories. Having taken jobs from other dragons has dulled the violent tendencies of his breed and made him more sociable. However, he is still not one for small talk, and will only open up to those he considers family. Composed, but short tempered. Only time will tell if his time in the Hewn City will effect his focus.

Level: 6

The Fool wrote:

STAY
Seperated from his mother and siblings, Stay is still quite the positive fellow. Eager to learn new things, and possibly secretly hoping to find a new family.

We expect great things from his boundless spirit.

Level: 7

The Tower wrote:

SWEETS
Escaping home at an extremely young age, Sweets struggles to find his Charge. Things call to him and hook him in, but the satisfaction and completeness never comes.

Things were never meant to turn out this way

Level: 4

There's Krelli and Bitefast to still do RIP me

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DANG PINK, STOP GIVING ME IMPORTANT DROPS??

Last edited on Oct 01, 2016 19:32:46 by Fitali

[img]https://40.media.tumblr.com/6a2e9715e94576e2f0cef6d630e79615/tumblr_ny5aiyZYaE1umun6fo1_400.png[/img] Fallen. Lying curled around a gnarled branch was a soft pink spiral, shifting gradients from nose to wingtip barely noticeable in the dying light. Waking up and clutched with fear, she recounted everything she could remember. [i]I was flying with dad and his clan. I felt my wings grow hard. And now... I'm... In the Hewn City?[/i] Not too terrible much to remember. Adara slowly inspected her long body for signs on injury, finding only minor scratches from where tree branches had hit her on the way down. She tested her wings, and they felt heavy. Despite this, she tentatively nudged herself from her branch and tried to fly upwards, only to feel her 6 wings grow more and more sluggish until all she could do was glide in a lazy spiral towards the dark earth. Already, she could tell that there would be no search party for her, a hatchling barely out of the nest lost in the most dangerous reaches of the Sunbeam Ruins. Her birth clan were not hard hearted, she thought, but they were flying nowhere near the Hewn City when she fell. Wait. "How did I get here?" Adara wondered out loud. [i]Because I wished it so.[/i] The darkness answered, barely audible from inside the spiral's ears. Adara started to shake and looked fruitlessly around for the source of the voice; she decided that she should no longer ask empty air for answers and refused to close her eyes. But of course, she had to blink eventually, and following the minuscule amount of time it took to do so, a light brown shape rippled in the distance then vanished. Her heart pounding, her mind protesting, Adara decided to investigate. Picking her way over the ground, the shape continued to flash just far enough away to remain unidentifiable. Desperately, the lone spiral unfurled her banana wings and pushed foward, darting around debris, mulberry underbelly barely off the ground. She was gaining ground. "Dad?!" Adara squeaked, recognizing the pale brown scales of her father. [url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?dragon=17002035] [img]http://flightrising.com/rendern/350/170021/17002035_350.png[/img] [/url] "Dad? DAD!!!" She screamed, now in a frenzy, hitting broken rocks and tearing up hard weeds with her scales in her pursuit. A pair of bright blue eyes met hers, then vanished without a trace. In the place of her phantom father was a short string of pine logs. Bright eyes stinging, Adara curled up under the root of an imposing tree, refusing to tear her eyes away from the logs. "He was right there, he was [i]right [b]there![/b][/i] Angrily, she started to dig. She dug and dug and dug until her claws ached and the soil before her refused to yield. Closing her eyes, an impulsive thought scratched at the back of her mind. Silently, Adara climbed out of her tunnel and grabbed one of the pine logs, carving into it the image of the sun. Dragging the log through the expanse of her new den, she curled her tail around it and slept. Day one: [Item=pine logs] ------- Blech. I'm rather happy I didn't have to go to the coli on day 1, both for writing reasons and because Adara's first companion is aging up tomorrow! I'm already far too attached to my soft little ray of sunshine.

Fitali

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November 20, 2015 20:19:58

Fallen.
Lying curled around a gnarled branch was a soft pink spiral, shifting gradients from nose to wingtip barely noticeable in the dying light. Waking up and clutched with fear, she recounted everything she could remember.

I was flying with dad and his clan. I felt my wings grow hard. And now... I'm... In the Hewn City?

Not too terrible much to remember.

Adara slowly inspected her long body for signs on injury, finding only minor scratches from where tree branches had hit her on the way down. She tested her wings, and they felt heavy. Despite this, she tentatively nudged herself from her branch and tried to fly upwards, only to feel her 6 wings grow more and more sluggish until all she could do was glide in a lazy spiral towards the dark earth.

Already, she could tell that there would be no search party for her, a hatchling barely out of the nest lost in the most dangerous reaches of the Sunbeam Ruins. Her birth clan were not hard hearted, she thought, but they were flying nowhere near the Hewn City when she fell.

Wait.

"How did I get here?" Adara wondered out loud.
Because I wished it so. The darkness answered, barely audible from inside the spiral's ears.

Adara started to shake and looked fruitlessly around for the source of the voice; she decided that she should no longer ask empty air for answers and refused to close her eyes. But of course, she had to blink eventually, and following the minuscule amount of time it took to do so, a light brown shape rippled in the distance then vanished. Her heart pounding, her mind protesting, Adara decided to investigate. Picking her way over the ground, the shape continued to flash just far enough away to remain unidentifiable. Desperately, the lone spiral unfurled her banana wings and pushed foward, darting around debris, mulberry underbelly barely off the ground. She was gaining ground.

"Dad?!" Adara squeaked, recognizing the pale brown scales of her father.

"Dad? DAD!!!" She screamed, now in a frenzy, hitting broken rocks and tearing up hard weeds with her scales in her pursuit. A pair of bright blue eyes met hers, then vanished without a trace.

In the place of her phantom father was a short string of pine logs.

Bright eyes stinging, Adara curled up under the root of an imposing tree, refusing to tear her eyes away from the logs.
"He was right there, he was right there!
Angrily, she started to dig. She dug and dug and dug until her claws ached and the soil before her refused to yield. Closing her eyes, an impulsive thought scratched at the back of her mind. Silently, Adara climbed out of her tunnel and grabbed one of the pine logs, carving into it the image of the sun. Dragging the log through the expanse of her new den, she curled her tail around it and slept.

Day one:

Blech. I'm rather happy I didn't have to go to the coli on day 1, both for writing reasons and because Adara's first companion is aging up tomorrow!
I'm already far too attached to my soft little ray of sunshine.

Day 2: [item=simple raptorik sash] [img]https://36.media.tumblr.com/c0e578f4d999521cce62a18b021bb153/tumblr_ny70asLFsA1umun6fo1_540.jpg[/img] ---------- The two kinds of items I didn't want today: battlestones and trinkets. A travel companion will have to wait. For some reason, I can't draw today, so I did a[i] really [/i]rough sketch of Adara that I might finish if I have nothing else to draw on a trinket day.

Fitali

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November 21, 2015 17:36:49

Day 2:

The two kinds of items I didn't want today: battlestones and trinkets. A travel companion will have to wait. For some reason, I can't draw today, so I did a really rough sketch of Adara that I might finish if I have nothing else to draw on a trinket day.

((Yo, as much as I would have loved to update today, I didn't. Will most likely catch up tomorrow... or in 2 weeks when semester ends... But it'll happen because I can't help but introduce a certain character that will be introduced once I get 4 dragons if nothing else.))

Fitali

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November 22, 2015 20:37:01

((Yo, as much as I would have loved to update today, I didn't. Will most likely catch up tomorrow... or in 2 weeks when semester ends... But it'll happen because I can't help but introduce a certain character that will be introduced once I get 4 dragons if nothing else.))

@Fitali This looks like it could be exciting; sign me up for the pinglist please!

HuntingAlpha

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November 23, 2015 09:35:53

@Fitali This looks like it could be exciting; sign me up for the pinglist please!

@HuntingAlpha When she awoke, Adara briefly smiled, thinking the smell of dirt was a sign of recent rain, until her stiff fingers and aching muscles brought back the painful reality of the situation. [i]Is it even worth it to crawl out of this hole?[/i] she thought. [i]I could live on earthworms and never see the sun again. I could become an earthworm myself and live an earthworm life.[/i] A pang of guilt shot through her heart then. No, wanting to become an insect was no way for a lady to live. The log clutched in her tail felt like a mockery, but she dragged it upwards along with her toward the entrance to the tunnel. It twisted and turned more than she remembered, and wondered in what state she was in when she had dug the burrow. Adara ended up crawling into a smooth atrium, large enough for at least 4 dragons her size to sleep in and with no other exists. She backed out slowly and began relying on her sense of smell to lead her to the surface. Finally, weak, miscloured rays of sunshine could be seen ahead of her, and she scrabbled towards the entryway, realizing her heart was pounding in her ears frantically. So relieved was Adara to be out in the open air, she offered up a dance to Lightweaver; a combination of running, jumping, and low gliding that snagged the tip of her tail on her horns, sending her rolling and twisting in strange directions trying to break free. Laughing despite herself, Adara strained her ears to listen for small animals or hidden insects to make a meal of. A snap of a branch, too loud to be made from some prey animal, and a long, breathy, drawn out screech was what she heard instead. Panicking, Adara tried to climb the nearest tree, but all the bark seemed to have been suddenly stripped away, along with the bark of all the other trees she could see. The burrow seemed to be the only option. Slithering over the uneven ground, Adara desperately tried to retrace her steps back to her only source of safety. She spotted the Sun Log and squeaked with hope, ready to dive down her hole. Except... "Where is it?" She hissed, clawing through moss and lichen. "It should be right around here!" The high pitched noises were growing closer, gaining speed. Giving up hope, Adara coiled herself, preparing to face her attacker, nothing left to lose but her pride. "Why are you so near my lair?" A bright red face was peering around a tree across from Adara, magenta eyes narrowed. "Your lair? This is [i]my burrow![/i]" Adara shouted defensively. "If I could... you know... [b]find it![/b]" She whipped her tail vainly behind her, once again trying to find the entrance. The face chuckled. "Nobody finds a Nocturne lair without being invited." Low and behold, a young nocturne appeared from behind the tree, jade wings flared with a superior air. [img]https://40.media.tumblr.com/cc756e7e217ae3f939a35560b8570c52/tumblr_nya6inhzSm1umun6fo1_400.png[/img] "And you, spiral, have not been invited." Adara gawped at the vibrant drake for a moment before regaining her composure somewhat. "All I know is I dug a burrow last night, I woke up to find it all convoluted and weird, and now I can't find it at all." "Well, [i]my[/i] lair was built last night out of an abandoned... burrow..." The nocturne paused, considering, then thumped his tail with determination. "But as I said, it was decidedly [i]abandoned,[/i] no sign of prey nor dragon to be found!" "Well," Adara sighed, remembering her manners but barely concealing rage, "Maybe we can clear this up if I could see your 'lair' and determine if they are one in the same or not." She uncoiled herself and folded her wings modestly. "I have not fought a dragon in my entire life, so I am no threat to your lair." The nocturne stiffened "Nor... I... So-- um..." He uncomfortably shifted his weight, fighting the urge to mimic Adara's motions. Suddenly, he launched himself over the spiral and snuffled in the dirt with his flat nose. Just as suddenly as he had started, he stopped and slunk over beside Adara and flopped on his belly. "I'm so sorry." "Sorry?" "Your scales are in the entrance to my lair. You must have exited it this morning, I don't know how I wouldn't know the ground was occupied." "The Hewn City is weird." "Sure." The nocturne straightened up, bowing with his wings in front of him. "My name is Penn, it's unfortunate we had to meet under these circumstances. At all, really." Adara rose from the ground. "It doesn't have to be. We already share a burrow, why can't we stick together here in the City? I'm Adara, by the way." Penn wrinkled his nose. "I don't know. Teaming up with you? You said you've never fought in your life, how do I know you won't drag me down?" Adara laughed. "Same way I don't know if you'll drag ME down, flashypants." "Hey! Would you prefer it if I was more camouflaged, so you'd lose me every two seconds?" "So you DO want to stick together!" Penn grumbled, stalking away back towards the treeline. Adara giggled and absentmindedly snagged a bug that was scuttling in front of her. Immediately after consuming it, her entire body was wracked with pain. Penn whipped around, hearing the pink female's cry of pain. Eyes wide, he shot back into the gnarled forest. [i]This is how it ends.[/i] Adara thought. [i]Not with a bang, but with a beetle.[/i] Resigned to her fate, Adara started to close her eyes, a red and green shape morphing in her vision. [i]Penn is such a weird looking dragon.[/i] her mouth was hanging open in a grin. Suddenly, her mouth was full of something else than gallows humour. A disgusting heavy bitterness met her tongue, and there were claws around her jaws forcing her to chew a texture she had never experienced before. Rough scales made their way along her throat, and she swallowed reflexively. Slowly, Adara's vision began to clear, the pain receding back into her stomach. "I guess I have to stick with you now," Penn murmured, holding a shredded plantain in his claws, "it's rude to just abandon a damsel in distress" Day 3: [item=herbal plantain] Day 4: [item=pretty buttercup arm bow] ------ Pinkerton ships it already, but they're too young to breed and I'm saving treasure to completely gene a different dragon. Sorry Penn, your needs will have to wait. How to Spirals run, anyway? I have a spiral warrior in my clan who prefers to slither rather than flies due to her TINY TINY wings, but when I imagine a spiral trying to run I think of insects scuttling away? Also Penn came out both nicer and more compassionate than I originally thought he'd be. I don't mind that.

Fitali

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November 23, 2015 12:10:03

@HuntingAlpha

When she awoke, Adara briefly smiled, thinking the smell of dirt was a sign of recent rain, until her stiff fingers and aching muscles brought back the painful reality of the situation. Is it even worth it to crawl out of this hole? she thought. I could live on earthworms and never see the sun again. I could become an earthworm myself and live an earthworm life. A pang of guilt shot through her heart then. No, wanting to become an insect was no way for a lady to live.

The log clutched in her tail felt like a mockery, but she dragged it upwards along with her toward the entrance to the tunnel. It twisted and turned more than she remembered, and wondered in what state she was in when she had dug the burrow. Adara ended up crawling into a smooth atrium, large enough for at least 4 dragons her size to sleep in and with no other exists. She backed out slowly and began relying on her sense of smell to lead her to the surface. Finally, weak, miscloured rays of sunshine could be seen ahead of her, and she scrabbled towards the entryway, realizing her heart was pounding in her ears frantically. So relieved was Adara to be out in the open air, she offered up a dance to Lightweaver; a combination of running, jumping, and low gliding that snagged the tip of her tail on her horns, sending her rolling and twisting in strange directions trying to break free. Laughing despite herself, Adara strained her ears to listen for small animals or hidden insects to make a meal of.

A snap of a branch, too loud to be made from some prey animal, and a long, breathy, drawn out screech was what she heard instead. Panicking, Adara tried to climb the nearest tree, but all the bark seemed to have been suddenly stripped away, along with the bark of all the other trees she could see. The burrow seemed to be the only option. Slithering over the uneven ground, Adara desperately tried to retrace her steps back to her only source of safety. She spotted the Sun Log and squeaked with hope, ready to dive down her hole.
Except...

"Where is it?" She hissed, clawing through moss and lichen. "It should be right around here!" The high pitched noises were growing closer, gaining speed. Giving up hope, Adara coiled herself, preparing to face her attacker, nothing left to lose but her pride.

"Why are you so near my lair?" A bright red face was peering around a tree across from Adara, magenta eyes narrowed.
"Your lair? This is my burrow!" Adara shouted defensively. "If I could... you know... find it!" She whipped her tail vainly behind her, once again trying to find the entrance. The face chuckled.
"Nobody finds a Nocturne lair without being invited." Low and behold, a young nocturne appeared from behind the tree, jade wings flared with a superior air.

"And you, spiral, have not been invited."

Adara gawped at the vibrant drake for a moment before regaining her composure somewhat. "All I know is I dug a burrow last night, I woke up to find it all convoluted and weird, and now I can't find it at all."
"Well, my lair was built last night out of an abandoned... burrow..." The nocturne paused, considering, then thumped his tail with determination. "But as I said, it was decidedly abandoned, no sign of prey nor dragon to be found!"
"Well," Adara sighed, remembering her manners but barely concealing rage, "Maybe we can clear this up if I could see your 'lair' and determine if they are one in the same or not." She uncoiled herself and folded her wings modestly. "I have not fought a dragon in my entire life, so I am no threat to your lair."
The nocturne stiffened "Nor... I... So-- um..." He uncomfortably shifted his weight, fighting the urge to mimic Adara's motions. Suddenly, he launched himself over the spiral and snuffled in the dirt with his flat nose. Just as suddenly as he had started, he stopped and slunk over beside Adara and flopped on his belly.
"I'm so sorry."
"Sorry?"
"Your scales are in the entrance to my lair. You must have exited it this morning, I don't know how I wouldn't know the ground was occupied."
"The Hewn City is weird."
"Sure." The nocturne straightened up, bowing with his wings in front of him. "My name is Penn, it's unfortunate we had to meet under these circumstances. At all, really."
Adara rose from the ground. "It doesn't have to be. We already share a burrow, why can't we stick together here in the City? I'm Adara, by the way."

Penn wrinkled his nose. "I don't know. Teaming up with you? You said you've never fought in your life, how do I know you won't drag me down?"
Adara laughed. "Same way I don't know if you'll drag ME down, flashypants."
"Hey! Would you prefer it if I was more camouflaged, so you'd lose me every two seconds?"
"So you DO want to stick together!"
Penn grumbled, stalking away back towards the treeline. Adara giggled and absentmindedly snagged a bug that was scuttling in front of her. Immediately after consuming it, her entire body was wracked with pain.

Penn whipped around, hearing the pink female's cry of pain. Eyes wide, he shot back into the gnarled forest.

This is how it ends. Adara thought. Not with a bang, but with a beetle.
Resigned to her fate, Adara started to close her eyes, a red and green shape morphing in her vision. Penn is such a weird looking dragon. her mouth was hanging open in a grin.

Suddenly, her mouth was full of something else than gallows humour. A disgusting heavy bitterness met her tongue, and there were claws around her jaws forcing her to chew a texture she had never experienced before. Rough scales made their way along her throat, and she swallowed reflexively. Slowly, Adara's vision began to clear, the pain receding back into her stomach.

"I guess I have to stick with you now," Penn murmured, holding a shredded plantain in his claws, "it's rude to just abandon a damsel in distress"

Day 3:

Day 4:

Pinkerton ships it already, but they're too young to breed and I'm saving treasure to completely gene a different dragon. Sorry Penn, your needs will have to wait.
How to Spirals run, anyway? I have a spiral warrior in my clan who prefers to slither rather than flies due to her TINY TINY wings, but when I imagine a spiral trying to run I think of insects scuttling away?
Also Penn came out both nicer and more compassionate than I originally thought he'd be. I don't mind that.

@Fitali Noooo Adara, earthworm life is not for dragons. Though perhaps you should stick to eating those from now on. Hewn City nuzlockes are my new fave.

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November 23, 2015 13:19:26

@Fitali Noooo Adara, earthworm life is not for dragons. Though perhaps you should stick to eating those from now on. Hewn City nuzlockes are my new fave.

@HuntingAlpha TO BE FAIR, I think a lot of teenage girls wish to become earthworms at some point in their lives.
I love the Hewn City as a setting too, I'm just worried about making my version of it too Shadowy.
And golly, I think I spotted your nuzlocke before, and then had to leave before I could read more than the first installment and someone gushing about your introduction of a coatl? Now I'm a bit scared to read it before I get my supernatural elements sorted out more, oop.

Fitali