Creative Corner

Long ago, at first formation, Clan Ilous was a simple small clan led by a young spiral named Manatee. She was wildly impulsive and optimistic, forever smiling and happy. The clan prospered and thrived under her leadership, guided by the gentle hands of her mother and father.

Things were different when she left.

It was a sudden thing, her leaving, and it left a noticeable hole where her bubbly personality used to be. She had to "find" herself she told them as she handed the role of leader to Lola, a slightly neurotic coatl with a reputation for doing what's best for the clan, regardless of the consequences. She left that day and hasn't been seen since.

Lola did her best. She assigned gathering groups, created a council for clan matters (as the clan had gotten quite large by then), and a council for clan relations. She was forever worrying over the politics of the job, the well-being of her clan pushed to a young guardian named Harai who was also the hatchery caregiver.

Harai was kind, loving, peaceful. She begged to go on foraging trips if only to employ her use of healing magics and frequently would make poultices and tonics to assist the clan with their many medical issues. When she wasn't at the hatchery or foraging, she was with her mate. Peryite was an imperial, black as night and just as dark. Their mating was somewhat of a curiosity. Gentle Harai and Cynical Peryite. Who would have thought? But they were very much in love and had many children, to Harai's unending delight.

The change to the clan was subtle. Viridios was the first to come, the first slightly off dragon to integrate themselves. His unending love of parasitic spores and fungi paired with his barely banked bloodlust made most weary of him. Lola, however, was charmed immediately. Their mating was simple and quiet.

Then came Velrani. Velrani was cold, ruthless. Her addition to the clan was strongly opposed by a majority of the clan and yet - she stayed. She was distant, preferring to observe than to participate. She ate very little, spoke less, and put off an aura of wrongness that made it so no one wanted to change that.

Whether she changed or was always murderous and just biding her time, no one knows. Her rise to power was swift and efficient, a good majority of those opposing her falling then rising as she used her powers of necromancy to bring them back, her bound slaves. Some she didn't bother with bringing back, instead using the necklace of darksteel she wore to absorb their spirits and power her spellweaving.

Those who she brought back were different. Most were hateful, full of rage and no way to take it out on the cause, bound as they were. And so she used them, directed them toward those she saw fit and let them tear them apart.

Others came. Those like her, with power over dead, gravitated toward her as if she were a beacon. She found a mate, though only for purposes of solidification. She took on an apprentice, though only for an outlet to bounce ideas off. None of them knew what she knew, none of them were even a candle to her inferno.

She led the clan for months, her power growing with each of her sacrifices. Then there was a stirring, a group of dragons with a bond she could feel even if they couldn't. The leader, Diana, was originally just fodder for her growth but the female fought back and escaped her. The clan grows restless as the group, The Hunt, defy her. And her source of power is growing less and less helpful.

Velrani would fear if she had any emotion left.

[columns][center][url=http://www1.flightrising.com/forums/adopt/1592123][img]http://i62.tinypic.com/2iumaf.jpg[/img][/url] [url=http://www1.flightrising.com/forums/adopt/1854345][img]https://dl.dropboxusercontent.com/u/70157094/frstuff/elemental%20icons/windshade.png[/img][img]https://dl.dropboxusercontent.com/u/70157094/frstuff/other%20icons/ink3.png[/img][/url][/center][nextcol][color=black][center][b]Velrani[/b][/center] The earliest memory Velrani has is of her past family rejecting her and her Necromancy, calling her abomination and telling her to leave and never return. She was young, hardly an adult, and impressionable. That left a rather big impression, as one could imagine. Her original interest in Necromancy was passing, just a casual curiosity. She always had a thirst for knowledge, to know what others don't remember. She dabbled in many things before she was drawn back to the art of reanimation, most notably the study of personal energies and how to manipulate them around herself and others. But Necromancy called her back, drew her in, sucked her under. The Voice came to her when she was practicing, whispering to her in a gentle tone, telling her how to improve, how to do even better. She welcomed the help; one could only learn so much from dusty old tomes. The Voice became her only company beyond that of the dead. It consumed her, to the point where she forgot to eat, forgot to sleep. The Voice would always remind her when she was too weak to do what It wanted, unwilling to part with Its disciple. Velrani used to be someone else. She doesn't remember her old name, just that it was something light, something joyful. The Voice gave her the name Velrani and she accepted it. The discovery of Clan Ilous was pure coincidence. She was hunting when she stumbled on one of the former clan members foraging. [nextcol]She followed him back to the clan, upon the suggestion of The Voice, and situated herself into the ranks of the peaceful clan. She waited for months. Her mere presence brought others like her as word traveled of the strange female with the aura of wrongness. Her mate, Velras, was first. Then his apprentice. Then hers. Others came, so many others, their names lost and changed as The Voice demanded. As her numbers grew, the original clan members dwindled. As they fell, she experimented, bringing some back and binding others. Their souls she captured, twisting them before giving them back to their original owner. Those she didn't bother with bringing back to life had their souls instead absorbed into the necklace of darksteel she wore to power her spellweaving. Her rise to power was swift, efficient, leaving those against her as nothing but mindless husks or dead. She feels nothing. Her original curiosity has left her and now all she waits for is the time the Voice releases her. [center][url=https://docs.google.com/document/d/1WatY2TDLPXrBvT99UdIGbgVNEx2aBu2kN_GHPZnuiCo/edit?usp=sharing]Journal Excerpts[/url][/center] [center][size=1]Introduction | Velrani's | Diana's | The Voice[/size][/center][/color][/columns]

[columns][url=http://ariicelis.tumblr.com/post/133131955248/flight-rising-flights-beastclans-vertical][img]http://68.media.tumblr.com/9108b26c8a14cc4e4aa060b723cc43b9/tumblr_nxrb94r3fH1rkbcjno5_250.png[/img][/url][nextcol][color=black][center][b]Diana[/b][/center] Long ago, when dragonkind were fresh on their feet and wings, a small group of 12 formed. Their leader was Diana, cautious and careful, light of foot and lighter on air. Their names were forgotten, lost with time. But she remembers. And death could not take them from her. Her reincarnation into the form of an Imperial in a blood-soaked clan is less than ideal. But she has lived through worse and the tides are changing in the charged group of "leaders". She has no doubt in her mind that she will survive. After all, she is the leader of the Hunt. There are strange happenings in this clan and she intends to live to see the resolution. [center][url=https://docs.google.com/document/d/18MreL2rdHvHm5_hheJauTNPFgjtPfA2hGXvOn12QLaM/edit?usp=sharing]Journal Excerpts[/url] [size=1]Introduction | Velrani's | Diana's | The Voice[/size][/center][/color][/columns]

[columns][url=http://crowefr.tumblr.com/post/133292664280/free-to-use-shade-tainted-banners][img]http://66.media.tumblr.com/2ed0e04234c7041b8b57a40a4a8372da/tumblr_inline_nxvlh8fqs51qff8co_250.png[/img][/url][nextcol][center][b]The Voice[/b][/center] As Velrani is the only one aware of the Voice and Its words, very little is actually known about It. [tbc - need explanation about entire role of the Voice in Ilous as shown in clan bio][/columns]