Creative Corner

Seems fun, hope you don't mind me coming through... @SamhainSerpent [img]http://flightrising.com/rendern/350/321057/32105637_350.png[/img] [center][i]An imperial with an oddly serene air approaches, surrounded by an entourage of eerily flickering candles whilst being draped in an assortment of ghostly fabrics. Their stance is dignified, yet not uptight. But there seems to be something burning in their eyes, something deep inside that seems primal and uncontrollable. They drop their head to afford a semi-polite gesture, before looking at the imperial before them. "They call me Fafnir. I am an exile of the Wind flight, long thought to be dead. Now, I rely upon the unique, ghostly power that I alone hold to seek revenge against the past. My only verdict is vengeance now, since the vicious faux pas of the wind has driven me to that conclusion. [b]What do you see within me?[/b]"[/i][/center]

I believe I can give this a shot, see what happens @SamhainSerpent [url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?dragon=28187571] [img]http://flightrising.com/rendern/350/281876/28187571_350.png[/img] [/url] [i]A Wildclaw dressed in lace and silks gracefully and elegantly made his way up to the medium. His head held high as he gave off a sense of regal and royalty. In no way giving off any sense of hesitation or fear in the medium's presence. He gave the Imperial a warm and charming smile as he bowed to her, "A pleasure or an honor I could even say, to have stumbled upon such a striking sight such as you my lady. But it is not just the sight of you that brings awe, but your knowledge as well." He said all too smoothly as he stood straight and tall once again. "I am Raziel. I am known as the Deadly Charmer within my clan, for my skills lie in the manipulation of others. Filling their minds with the sweet words they want to hear and making them feel as if they are a true treasure to be adored. Turning them into a puppet, while I, the puppeteer, pull their strings." He stared out, before a sad smile took over his face, "Ah... But of course... At some point, even the puppeteer was just a mear puppet..." He said softly. Raziel quickly regained his composure and once again gave the Imperial a charming smile, "Well now my lady, what is it that you see in me?"[/i]

@SamhainSerpent (yo, this is pretty cool! I'll give it a shot!) A shivering Imperial walks up to the medium and whispers hoarsely, lifting her wings. "Please... what will become of me?" the Imperial, Orphic, asks. "The Opal sickness... it hurts. Will it stop or will it become worse? My color has been drained by what I thought was a blessing. How could I possibly think it was?" [url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?dragon=32272505] [img]http://flightrising.com/rendern/350/322726/32272505_350.png[/img] [/url]

@SamhainSerpent I just read all the fortunes that Meskhenet says, and you wrote it really well! You have real good writing and I think my dragons need a boost in lore, so here you go: [url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?dragon=24007924] [img]http://flightrising.com/rendern/350/240080/24007924_350.png[/img] [/url] [center][i]A skydancer with mismatched colours and several pink apparel trudges forward. His expression is blank and hard to read, but his body language betrays him - he shifts his weight listlessly as he arrives at Meskhenet's feet. "My name is Blullincse." he begins, realising that the psychic probably already knows, and decides instead to tell her more about himself "I always degraded my [url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?dragon=24007925]brother [/url]- called him names I will not dare to utter now, hurt him in ways that even I can't imagine -" Blullincse casually reties the bow on his arm. "I killed him. I was petty, jealous and felt inferior, so I foolishly decided to take out my insecurities on him. I'm sure I will repent for my sins in some way in the future." The skydancer didn't bare any sadness or contempt on his face, and seemed relatively calm. Perhaps, there is some emotion left within this empty husk of a dragon, that is for some reason locked away and hidden under pretty bows and tight gloves.[/I] [I]Then a strange unprecedented grin comes upon his lips, and he says "More importantly, when will [url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?dragon=25171951]Prince[/url]'s next album come out? Will I be able to get his signature?! Will I be able to even...oh! Even touch his claw?! I won't ever wash my claws after that!" He pauses and stops himself from ranting on, regains composure and finally asks [b]"What do you see in me?"[/b] [/i][/center]

@SamhainSerpent [i]Dang, you're an awesome writer. I'll pop in, if you don't mind.[/i] [url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?dragon=8369910] [img]http://flightrising.com/rendern/350/83700/8369910_350.png[/img] [/url] A stocky Ridgeback made his way into the psychic's lair, his body practically crackling with stored electrical energy. Born of the Shifting Expanse in Stormcatcher colors, Hezom had been full of Lightning even before his stint at the Tempest Spire. Hezom had been struck Deaf by a lightning bolt to the back of the head when he fled the Spire. He was a brilliant engineer, but very shy, taciturn, and a bit socially awkward, with awful past luck in relationhips. One got the sense that he didn't feel he was destined for happiness, nor did he feel he deserved any. He'd come here in secret; as far as he knew, nobody else in his clan knew he was here. He cleared his throat upon seeing that the psychic had a blindfold. Great. He'd have to speak. "Hello," Hezom told her, his voice just a tad bit too loud and his inflection just a little bit off. "My name is Hezom, Chief Engineer for Clan AXQU of the Shifting Expanse under Clan Leader Columbine. I came here to ask you about my relationship. I am in a relationship with [url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?dragon=21543154]another bull[/url]... and though my clan does not care in the slightest about bulls with bulls or does with does, I have seen... places in Sornieth where that has historically been very much not okay, nd I have... reservations. There is also... a bit of an age gap. He is younger than I by a bit." The clinical tone seemed to level him, but judging by the little arcs jumping between his spines and his general restlessness, he was very, very nervous. "My question is this: In your professional opinion, should I continue to pour my heart into him, or is it doomed to fail like all the others, given the two obstacles I've just told you about?" He cleared his throat and detached the golem from the gauntlet on his wrist, then set it to hover up near his head. "The golem will take your words and translate them to sign language for me so I can understand you clearly, just in case I can't read your lips. I'm Deaf. I built it as a tool to help me interact with the hearing world. So, uh... not a weapon. I promise." He shifted from foot to foot. "...what do you see in me?"

@SamhainSerpent [s]I'm so sorry, I had forgotten to ping you.[/s] [url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?dragon=22092596] [img]http://flightrising.com/rendern/350/220926/22092596_350.png[/img] [/url] Meskhenet was approached by a gleaming gold Coatl, whose body seemed to glitch and fritz in unnatural ways. "Hello, my name is BEN. My mother and I were both murdered by the father, who pretended to be innocent." "I work restlessly at unveiling the truth, even as a ghost... I don't know how well I'm progressing, though, so I must ask you: [i]What do you see within me?[/i]"

@SamhainSerpent Ooooohhh now this is really neat! I'll throw my hat into the ring. [url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?dragon=27454880] [img]http://flightrising.com/rendern/350/274549/27454880_350.png[/img] [/url] A proud looking Guardian comes forward, decked out in an ethereal cloak of flame, candles lighting the way before him. Verdant eyes glaze onto her, silently snorting to himself before speaking. "My name is Neirin. I am my Clan's banker, you could say. I help sort out all the treasure and keep it under lock. I share the responsibility with another, this Coatl named [url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?p=lair&id=221420&tab=dragon&did=20114685]Rosette[/url]... but I care not of her. I am not a fan of sharing anything you see. I rather do it myself, but the Matriarch has declared this so, even more so when I came into the Clan much later then her. I hate working with her, she's too sweet it's disgusting... I am unsure of what I should do. So, I ask of you... [i]what do you see in me?[/i]"

@SamhainSerpent Alright, I'll give this a shot with my bitter girl. [url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?dragon=32285831] [img]http://flightrising.com/rendern/350/322859/32285831_350.png[/img] [/url] "I am Saera," the Skydancer drawls out in an almost raspy tone. "I was once revered in my clan, but I have been banished." No trace of embarrassment was evident in her tone or body language, in fact, she carried herself with an air of mystery even still. "They [i]need[/i] me back on the throne. I can help these fools of the Light rise to the top," she continues. "So tell me," voice becoming more urgent, [b]"What do you see in me?"[/b]