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[center] Extremely late to the party! I was planning to do something like this before I took my hiatus, but only now am I getting to do it lmao. This is a pinterlocke, so if you wanna make one for yourself check [url=http://www1.flightrising.com/forums/frd/1525830] this thread[/url] out. The plot of the story starts after the earth v light dominance push since light's theme there is an earthquake happened (and I'm from light OUO) so fergal got separated from his clan (TBH he isn't even that close to the clan, he was a visiting dragon), and is now attempting to survive by himself, but accidentally stumbles onto a noisy female mirror instead. Now onto my characters (so far) [quote] Fergal An extremely grumpy Skydancer that has totally lost all his faith in the world after the disaster happened. Rude and unkind, he isn't the type to mingle with others. Friends? He has no friends. Friendly? What is that. He was once smart man with respectable manners back in his day, but this is what the disaster has turned him into. He was a cool and calculating man, who would silently judge others and try to use them to his advantage. [url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?dragon=3291086] [img]http://flightrising.com/rendern/350/32911/3291086_350.png[/img] [/url][/quote] [quote] Iskra A young mirror female that only knows how to talk. She's ever so curious about the world. She was separated from her family a young girl, probably because of the aftershocks of the earthquake, leading to her coming astray from the nest. She doesn't know much about the world and lives happily, bumbling about. She acts nice and sweet in front of others but hides her frustration to herself. She prides herself to be a great hunter and over honing her skills. [url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?dragon=32398544] [img]http://flightrising.com/rendern/350/323986/32398544_350.png[/img] [/url][/quote] [/center]

Day 1: [url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?dragon=32398544] [img]http://flightrising.com/rendern/350/323986/32398544_350.png[/img] [/url] The earth finally settled after what seemed like forever. The young little mirror didn't know what to do at this point of her life just yet. She was alone and helpless, separated from her true family. She pushed through the fauna before her, trudging along. She bore no name, had no identity. Pure innocence shroud around her like a blanket. Oh what a poor poor soul, brought into the world at such a young age. How did she come to survive? She didn't know either, she was lucky, the mirror thought to herself. Extremely lucky. She doesn't remember anything about her family, not a trickle of information. Everything went by in such a flash that day, that somehow she too lost her memory. With a deep sigh, the mirror trudged onwards, her claws stomping on the wet grass before her. There she stood on a wide plain, as wide as her future goes really. With nothing to see besides a few trees here and there and the grassy terrains broken and covered in cracks from the quake. "What a fruitless place," she mumbled to herself. She was barely a few months old, but already knew how to take care of herself. The mirror had to learn, or else she would've died. So she invested her time in learning to hunt, that's literally her whole life at this point. She glanced around, hoping to see a vole or mouse, any sign of food. Her stomach growled in hunger as she grimaced. "This is absolutely useless!" She cried out, voice echoing upward, hoping to herself that someone would've heard her. She hasn't seen a single dragon since the day she lost her family. Perhaps everyone else was as lost and distraught as she was. The thought alone made her feel happier about her situation. She jumped over a small uprooted tree, landing awkwardly on her stubby feet. A slight dash of movement caught her eye. A mouse! It must be! She grinned from ear to ear and started on her pursuit. She was getting good at the whole hunting thing. At this point, she could catch anything smaller than her with ease! It didn't take any longer than a minute. The mouse lay limp, clamped between her small jaws. It was a job sloppily done, but she had improved and that was what mattered to her. The young thing lay on one of the broken rocks, pushed upward from the carastrophe that happened not too long ago. She ate her food in silence, not noticing that she now bore new markings. Her belly turning the color of red wine. It has been said that traits can happen on any dragon at any time. Some can grow old to forever be plain, while others can be a menagerie of colors and patterns. The moment they're born. She lay there, finishing up what seemed to be her lunch, not knowing that she was being watched. [item=Simple Gold Necklace] A day in and the little thing already has a gene!

(good luck on your adventure!)

[url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?dragon=3291086] [img]http://flightrising.com/rendern/350/32911/3291086_350.png[/img] [/url] Go on, it'll be fun "they" said. See it as a vacation, "they" said. Fergal rolled his eyes, gritting his teeth together as he marched onwards. Breaking away from the thick trees and facing what seemed to be a clearing, well, was, now it was broken and scattered, an ugly barren wasteland covered in half dead grass and uprooted trees. More misfortune, he assumed. It's been a good week since the quakes finally settled and he thanked the plaguebringer a thousand times for it. He really thought he was going to die out there! Sheesh! For visiting a light clan to make a peace treaty, it really did go so so wrong. He shook his large wings once again, trying to get the dust out of them. He was covered in soil and diet, but at this point he didn't care. It was a miracle he didn't get so awfully hurt. Just a few bruises and scratches. "Stupid light clan, stupid duties, stupid dragons, stupid world." He mumbled under his breath, glaring at the nothing-ness before him. "Stupid bugs, there are no bugs." His stomach grumbled in protest. The Skydancer sighed to himself, it's been what? Two? Three days? Since he last ate anything. He was lucky enough to have found an almost untouched stream for water. But alas, no bugs were to be seen. Were they affected too? He has been surviving on the smallest of grubs he could find, but of course that wasn't enough. Not even a little hatchling could survive with that. His vision was hazy and he felt like he was hallucinating, but Fergal spotted something in the distance, something that moved. A tan colored thing, perched upon a cracked stone. She was small for a dragon, but he'd seen smaller. His memory flashed and he remembered the smallest fae he'd seen in that light clan, some leader that was. Fergal composed himself, standing straighter and marching with whatever pride he had left in him. It was a mere youngster, a mirror. She had dark violet eyes that were soley focused on her catch of the day. He wouldn't admit it, but he was impressed a kid could catch something for her to eat. He wasn't so used to surviving on his own though, Fergal was after all a scholar. Brutes did the hunting and he did the thinking. Oh he'd do so much to go back to the wyrmwood. Things were better there. It was a nice kind of disaster, not whatever this calamity he lived in was. Slowly he inched closer to the mirror girl, silent and calculating. She didn't move to face him or anything like that. But she knew she was being watched. She was a clever girl In terms of survival, but of course Fergal didn't know, he saw her as a naive little thing. "What's a child like you doing all alone on this big fat mess?" He mused, eyes glittering with faith curiosity. She turned around quickly, head snapping straight at him, shadows eyes locked onto his. She didn't expect anyone to be around, she hadn't seen anyone in a while after all. "I'm lost." She simply said, not caring that he was a stranger. [item=sanded ash plank]

Fergal smirked at the child. What a fool, he thought. Hasn't her parents ever told her not to all to strangers. She has wholely exposed herself to him. Well, it wasn't as if a child had anything that he or she could do to a full grown dragon like him. He gave her a toothy grin, red eyes glittering. She sat there dignified, even in this horrid state, the young thing still had her pride. She found no fault in herself. Her tiny claws grabbing what little scraps were left of the mouse she had caught, afraid he would steal it. She didn't really know certain dragons could only eat certain things. "How bout you?" She quipped, voice like a cheerful bird. "You lost too?" The skydancer hated to admit it, but yes, that was his current, pathetic situation. He wondered how far the wyrmwood would be from this light infested place. How in sornieth did a shadow dweller even get here! He stared into her violet eyes once again, just to recheck. Yep, definitely not from light. "I prefer the term...vacationing." He mumbled to himself, uncertain. He took more steps towards her, till he was but an arms length away. "I just came to inspect this place since you're the first living thing I've seen besides the occasional bug," he clarified, looking at the dead mouse between her claws. "And the occasional rodent." With that's he turned around and headed his way, alone once again, to live his life rotting away in this infuriatingly bright landscape. "Wait!" She called out, ears perking up and tail twitching. It was but an impulsive outburst thoughts ran in her head. What to do what to do. This was the first person she'd seen ever since the quake occurred. She didn't want to be alone forever, who knows how long it'll take to stumble into someone again. "Lemme come!" She yelled, racing towards the skydancer, not too far away, not bothering to wait for a reply. Fergal rolled his eyes and sighed to himself, perhaps company wasn't so bad, she seemed useful enough to get him food yet stupid enough to do as he says. [item=etched tusk]

The whole way towards his makeshift den has got to be the absolute worst experience. Okay, maybe the second worst, just after the horrors of the quake. The little mirror was way too loud for his liking. She didn't seem that chatty when he first saw her, but oh boy was he wrong. "So where did you come from? Do you have a family? I don't remember mine, I don't even think I have one. What's your favorite food? Mine is meat! Where do you live? You got any friends? I don't..." and she would trail off, lost in her words. The grumpy skydancer growled as he marched ahead, trying to shake her off of his tracks, but it was no use, she was glued to him. Thankfully, they reached their destination. It was a modest home, one he took two days to build, just so he had shelter from rain or harsh sunlight. It only really did fit Fergal, and he had no intention of sharing. Once the mirror's bright eyes saw the den, she exclaimed and ran straight towards it. He didn't understand why she was excited, it wasn't even a good bed! No bedding, no late night snacks, no nothing. It wasn't anything like his old home. She lay there, wedged between the dried grass and broken twigs all around the ground. He huffed softly, just enough for him to hear. Stomping towards the girl, he grabbed her by the scruff and plopped her out of his bed. "This isn't yours." He stated, waltzing inside and sitting down, tail curled around him. He stuck his head out in a dignified manner. "There is no space for little pests like you." The mirror was unfazed, she sat there in front of the den and continued bombarding the old dragon with questions. [i]Geez, doesn't she understand I don't want her here! I thought this would be a good idea, I thought she can get me food, but I guess that's not working out.[/i] Fergal thought to himself. "Hey kid, what's your name anyways? So I know what to call ya." He asked. She shut up from her useless chatter happy to be asked a question, "I don't got one." She stated clearly. "Hmm, you don't got one huh." The skydancer ruffled his feathers, preening them. "Iskra." He said. "That can be your name, just because I don't want to keep labeling you as 'the pest' or 'annoying rascal'." She grinned. "I like it!" Iskra exclaimed, bouncing into the den and finding a small spot she could fit in. The skydancer started to complain, wanting to push her out, but she was already asleep. Fergal rolled his eyes, it was just the afternoon! And she was already asleep! He glanced at the little thing, chest rising up and down. "I didn't want to be some sort of second rate father figure." He mumbled. "I don't want any of that jumbo gumbo." [item=dragonhorn coral]

The child grew at a rapid rate. The events of the last few days flew by in a blur. And soon, she was far too but for the den. Well, Fergal didn't mean for her to stay there forever. He huffed, crawling out of the slowly decaying den, giving it a look over. The roof was definitely crumbling. It was built with leaves and sticks, thick pieces of wood he'd scraped up somewhere and some tree sap to stick it all together. It really looked like a gigantic mess a toddler made in arts and crafts class. The skydancer signed to himself. Yep, this is definitely not the place to stay any longer, especially since the only place the mirror girl could sleep in now was the ground. Yep, she dug a hole for herself and called it a night, saying it was a great home. The skydancer couldn't believe what she was saying. Home? In dirt? Hah! Only idiots would say that. Well, she is an idiot, in his eyes. "Hey pest!" He called out, not bothering to use the name he had given her. Her dainty head popped out of the hole in the ground, faced caked in mud and dirt, and was that a worm crawling around her ear? He shivered in his place. "Get up, clean up, we're moving out of here." He commanded, already turninf his heel and marching out to the wilderness. He was far too fast for the young one, she was tired from all the digging, her movements were slow and sluggish. She called out for him to wait and be careful, but the grumpy dragon didn't listen. Soon enough, he had lost her. It was almost sunset and no sign of the mirror. Fergal was starting to worry, sure, he wanted her gone in the first place, but he had to admit he'd gotten a bit attached to the thing. "Idiot?" He called out. "Stupid?" No answer. He sighed and marched on, at least he got his wish to be left alone again. As he was traveling blindly ahead, his eyes wandered about, often looking back again, hoping that she was there. Not noticing the trail of vines before him. It didn't take too long until his entire body was snatched up with strangling vines, wrapped around him, trapping him up. Fergal struggled in place, only making the plants grow tighter around him. "This is turning out so great." He mumbled, trying to pry his wing off. The loud echoing sound of laughter reached his ears. His eyes grew wide. What if it was a bad dragon! A monster! Was he going to get eaten alive! He gulped at the thought, shivering in place. "S-s-show yourself." He mumbled softy. The figure grew bigger and bigger, closer and closer to the trapped dragon, only to reveal herself as Iskra. "Hahahahaha!" She giggled. "You should've seen your face! You look so pathetic!" She blurted out. A blush fell upon his cheeks. Fergal wished it was some predator instead, having been killed seems a more likable option than being made fun of. She wasn't as nice as she used to be, perhaps she inherited the mocking stance he had on her. "I'm assuming you need my help." She said with a grin. [item=strangling vine]

Iskra was in the process of untangling the older dragon, her sharp claws cutting through the tangled vines. It didn't take too long till Fergal was finally released. His limbs are sore from the awkward position he was in, but overall, he was fine. "Thanks." He mumbled to her, earning a grin from the proud mirror. "We have to continue on, who knows what's out there." He voice trailed off as he continued to march on, young Iskra in tow. The forest was thick, no sign off clearing or different terrain could be seen anywhere. Iskra signed to herself. "Why did we have to leave that place anyways?" She asked. "It's not like we were dying there." Fergal rolled his eyes, glaring at her as he stopped in his tracks. "If we stayed there any longer we could've died, the shelter can no longer hold us anymore." "We could've expanded it." She fought back, a bit bitter that they were no very much lost. "Well too bad! It's not like that'll fix our current situation!" He snapped back. A loud roar echoed from the fall trees, filling the area. A shiver ran down both their spines. The roar came from the darkest part of the forest, covered in more vines, decaying trees and plants and the ever inviting darkness. "I suggest we run." Iskra mumbled, already galloping way ahead of Fergal. "Ya! Wait for me!" [item=berserker] RIP DERGS LMAO Will do this later today Flipped a coin, got tails, so they're safe. For now.

[item=turkey dinner] Soooo Fergal died in the first match. Someone pls help this boi. ------------ The pair ran and ran, never looking back, their chests ached, breaths heavy. Iskra skidded to a halt, gasping for breath. "Boy am I glad whatever that was didn't attack us." She mumbled, still trying to catch her breath, glancing at the older dragon. Fergal was obviously struggling more than she was. Pelt coated in sweat, muscles aching. He wasn't so accustomed to running, or any form of excercise, plus, his life was on the line, what stress he was into today. "Do you have any idea what that was?" He asked. Iskra threw a glare at the old man. "Of course not!" She exclaimed already making her way through the trees and vines. It seemed like they were going in circles, everything looked the same to her. She was seriously feeling iffed over the fact that the stupid old man decided to move. "We could've just fixed the den up," she mumbled. "I had a nice hole going on." A faint buzzing sound echoed around them, catching Iskra's attention. "Don't move, don't make a sound." She hissed at him, watching as a big blue insect appeared before the pair. The buzzing became louder as it inched closer, curious. "Don't provoke it." Fergal didn't seem to be keeping up so well. He tried his very best to not move or make a sound, but with the chattering of his teeth and the wobbling of his legs, he seemed to not be doing a very good job. The gigantic bumble bee took a good few seconds to inspect the pair, deciding they were useless. With a shrug, it was about to turn around and head it's way. The skydancer sighed in relief, moving from his place already, thinking the coast was clear. The insect turned around just to double check, hearing sounds once again. The buzzing turned louder and faster. Fergal knew he was done for. He knew nothing about combat whatsoever. The bee attacked, throwing a string blast of magic at him, making whatever power or strength he had in him useless. Iskra pounced on top of the bee, the size almost as big as her, digging her claws into it. But it was no use, it shook her off and she fell to the ground with the thump. She tried to get up, but it was too late. The bee had blasted yet another bolt at Fergal and he was gone. With the deed done, the bee left the young lady alone with the corpse. She trotted over to him, sniffing the body, just to clarify that he was dead. It was the first death she'd experienced, but somehow she didn't cry nor feel remorse. Iskra just stood there, head bent, thinking where to bury him. She was all alone again, but well, she was used to such things.

[item=teardrop pastel spinel wing loop] Gonna type all the stuff up once I come back from vacation lol The mirror sat there for a good week, just mourning over the loss of the closest thing she could call a friend. Although she wasn't exactly attached, after all, they only met each other for a month or so, but still, it was great having someone to rely on. She sighed, staring down at the dusty grave before her, the moist soil sitting there. Iskra stood up, shook her wings and turned around on her heel, moving on. There's bound to be some other dragons out there somewhere. She felt alone and abandoned. The dragon sighed, disappointed that she'd gone a whole week without anyone new to meet. Iskra didn't mean to replace Fergal so easily, but she wanted company, someone with a lending ear, but none of that was happening right now. The forest thinned, making way to the large towering mountains. The sounds of howling wolves reaching her ears. Iskra sighed, slumping her shoulders. At least the forest was done with, but there was this new challenge. "Whatever's is out there doesn't sound too friendly to me." She mumbled to herself, not really bothering to care at this point. She stood up and marched onwards to the mountains. The terrain was rocky and difficult, but she managed. The sounds of angered wolves echoed about, she knew it was pretty risky to be going to such a place. But she had no choice anyways. The mountains had wolves and the forest had killer bees. Besides, Fergal's ghost probably resides there now. Placing the wrong foot on a weak bit of rock, the dragon fell down alongside the shattered debris, landing a good few meters down from the drop zone. She grunted, trying to stand up, legs wobbling, wing bent. Oh boy, things weren't looking too good. Iskra turned around, looking to see if there was any help nearby or any threat. And sure enough, the howling grew louder and louder, ringing inside her ears, causing more panic. Her throat hitched, heart beating faster. "What to do, what to do." She mumbled to herself, bumbling about, eyes darting left to right. The sounds of their paws striking stone rang, indicating that they were nearing her. Iskra's eyes caught sight of a pit of black goo, just a few feet below the platform she stood on. With a sigh, knowing this was her only shot, she jumped in, injuries aching, her mind numb. She landed with a thud, the ooze sticking around her, coating her whole body. At least now she was hidden. The mirror sniffed herself and made a funny face. And certainly they couldn't smell her scent now. Burying her dad deeper into the sticky solution, she used one of her four eyes to take a peek from above, watching the shadows of the wolves pass by her without a second glance. With a sigh of relief, she stood up slowly, taking her time to peel off every inch of the goo. It didn't seem like they did any harm. They were just a bit warm and certainly a pain to take off, but that didn't matter, she got to live another day. Iskra stared down at her pelt, surprised to see that the markings have now changed, giving off a more dangerous look. It mimicked that of poisonous creatures she'd seen before. Perhaps this was nature giving her a new way to ward off others. With a shrug, she moved onwards, movements sluggish, wounds on her shoulders and wings aching.